<?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-3364217927380257009</id><updated>2012-02-07T14:00:10.270+08:00</updated><category term='I think it does cause everyone have feelings.'/><category term='My boy'/><category term='Impatient tired pissed smoking skip class rotiprata standing on chairs hardworking'/><category term='I too hold a deep secret inside'/><category term='You&apos;re not worth a single shit in this world'/><category term='ilovebee.'/><category term='so noisy'/><category term='Fall for me please.'/><category term='Don&apos;t be shy with expressing your true self'/><category term='I HAVE BIG FUCKING HEAVY EYEBAGS.'/><category term='LOVE BOYFRIEND.'/><category term='Liu xing hua yuan'/><category term='I hate tan cy .'/><category term='Exams are finally over and it&apos;s time to save up money for the holidays'/><category term='Nightlife is style (L)'/><category term='cheebye'/><category term='Syg.'/><category term='Ghost outside my two story bedroom window.'/><category term='I lost ALL links'/><category term='Luvz kailun jezrika nicole new bestie roubing charlene claudia'/><category term='cried'/><category term='Hatred between me and parents.'/><category term='tears'/><category term='please joe let ada fall into your arms'/><category term='Past'/><category term='use your brains to spam.'/><category term='You&apos;re so two sided'/><category term='Continue with life'/><category term='You&apos;re such a bitch'/><category term='Fall For You'/><category term='You  look so dumb right now'/><category term='should i move on'/><category term='Miss tan is a vulgar.'/><category term='tongue-tied'/><category term='luvz you people who&apos;re always behind me.'/><category term='Hurted'/><category term='SMILE WITH ME BABY'/><category term='wet'/><category term='Sometimes its better to be left alone'/><category term='late'/><category term='loveyouz'/><category term='I love my kailun (x'/><category term='then you and your friends will be happy if we&apos;re broken up'/><category term='Amelia&apos;s somewhat an asshole'/><category term='I may not make it through the night'/><category term='sacrifice'/><category term='playboy .'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='fun'/><category term='love'/><category term='I hate her'/><category term='I guess'/><category term='4th August 08 ; 10.34.10pm'/><category term='screams'/><category term='unbearable'/><category term='My life.'/><category term='Baby i miss you'/><category term='chicken pox on the head of the person I don&apos;t like.'/><category term='FUCK YOU BLOODY SCOOL'/><category term='Everyone left'/><category term='GOING T TON TON TON'/><category term='Heeez'/><category term='I am so saving up money'/><category term='Pubors'/><category term='Left with 97% of anger.'/><category term='One day to our half a year'/><category term='Maple maple'/><category term='Licking doorknobs are not allowed in other planets.'/><category term='go on'/><category term='ANGRY WITH YOU'/><category term='soaked'/><category term='busted'/><category term='Keeping secrets from me will make us drift apart'/><category term='plucking keyboards'/><category term='funeral'/><category term='Decades.'/><category term='Ton like siao ): .'/><category term='assholes'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='nothing can be compared to how much I need you'/><category term='I love you.'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='i wont go home without you.'/><category term='quarrels'/><category term='Stupidity .'/><category term='I&apos;ll miss the way we kissed . Tell your mother she&apos;s somewhat complicated .'/><category term='Deeply in love'/><category term='(:'/><category term='Nothing beats more than being like a baby'/><category term='It&apos;s too late to apologize.'/><category term='Thinking about us doesn&apos;t makes me sad anymore.'/><category term='Unbreakable'/><category term='needles makes me sick'/><category term='happy 6th month.'/><category term='i gave my boyfriend 50 reasons why i love him'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='Pain is what makes us learn and have experience'/><category term='Mansion'/><category term='pathetic'/><category term='She was in front of me smiling but at the back she&apos;s stabbing my heart'/><category term='laughed'/><category term='Miss independent'/><title type='text'>You know you want the best</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>797</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-2101217238934695950</id><published>2012-01-14T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:18:25.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Babyme.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sentence that you said to me few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;"You made me stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart skip a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I'll be here. Although no one knows what we both are going through. Just you, your family, me and my family. We both have only each other. You have my support my dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will know what it feels like, to be able to see someone you love, hear his/her voice but you know you can never hold him tight, no matter how close you both are. That pain, it still lingers. I'll never let it repeat again. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-2101217238934695950?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/2101217238934695950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=2101217238934695950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2101217238934695950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2101217238934695950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2012/01/stay-close.html' title='Stay close.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-561776487092222224</id><published>2011-12-15T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:27:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live life a little happily, smile like nothing's wrong.</title><content type='html'>"What's that one thing you'll do if you know you won't fail? Then go do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In movies, they always end with a happy ending. In a love story, they make everything seemed so picture perfect. In a action movie, they make the mean guy die and the good guy becomes the hero. In reality, I want that too you know. I want everything to end well despite the obstacles, to prove to others that I can do it too and then it proves them wrong because most of the time, people wish that I do not get what I want because they don't have what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Shall blog tomorrow, dont have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-561776487092222224?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/561776487092222224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=561776487092222224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/561776487092222224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/561776487092222224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/live-life-little-happily-smile-like_15.html' title='Live life a little happily, smile like nothing&apos;s wrong.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3526045744089969864</id><published>2011-12-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:54:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live life a little happily, smile like nothing's wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3526045744089969864?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3526045744089969864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3526045744089969864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3526045744089969864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3526045744089969864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/live-life-little-happily-smile-like.html' title='Live life a little happily, smile like nothing&apos;s wrong.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-4083856012957187546</id><published>2011-12-13T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:54:30.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contented</title><content type='html'>Am a happy girl now. Contented with where I am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to have you and glad to be pampered by you. Whatever others say, I'll try to just ignore. Ignorance is bliss aint it? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Nex for branch with boy and my whole family. Swensens, yum! Then walked around and bused to pasir ris. Went popular to see boy's sister work. Met daryl, mak, mak's gf, lemuel, djin. Walked to Joroc's house and brandon's there too. So we laughed, talked and watched daryl and lemuel played wrestling. Freaking funny shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when people tell me shit that Daryl told me today. I don't need people telling me shit stuffs that doesn't make sense k fuck. I love him means I love him. I won't give up means I won't give up. Shut your gap because whatever you're saying, it hurts me. Deep inside I know why it hurts so bad when others pull me down. Maybe it hurts because I know whatever that they say are true. Argh, hais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently contented because I'm staying over at boy's place. Grooming colgate tomorrow!!!! HAPPYGIRL DEEPLY IN LOVE. Its gonna feel so good waking up at your place. Hehe, I love life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-4083856012957187546?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/4083856012957187546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=4083856012957187546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4083856012957187546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4083856012957187546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/contented.html' title='contented'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-214985760332559170</id><published>2011-12-11T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:00:22.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for you is like a mirror. Even when you broke it into little pieces, look into it and you're still there.</title><content type='html'>Will you be there to pick me up when I fall? Will you stretch your hands for me to grab when I'm left behind alone? Will you ever turn to take a second look at me if we walked away from each other? Will you still miss me like how I do? Are you prepared to see me at my weakest moments? Will you feel the pain in your heart if I broke down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked with boy today! Ate popeyes for breakfast, roasted pork rice for lunch and dinner with boy and my family. A really fun day filled with rats and cockroaches. I love my boy. *flying kiss* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Hey Desmond, yes you Desmond neo. Tell me you love me and I'll be your silly girl. I can't wait to see you again tomorrow hehz! Everyone says you look damn Korean. I bet everyone's jealous you're my boy. Thanks for being mine. *second flying kiss* I had an amazing day with you I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-214985760332559170?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/214985760332559170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=214985760332559170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/214985760332559170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/214985760332559170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-love-for-you-is-like-mirror-even.html' title='My love for you is like a mirror. Even when you broke it into little pieces, look into it and you&apos;re still there.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-184995522909998504</id><published>2011-12-11T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:24:54.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just feel that I'm so damn freaking unimportant to you.</title><content type='html'>"Hey read my blog yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. I'll do it later."&lt;br /&gt;"Really ah!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah promise later I will read one."&lt;br /&gt;They end up not even coming to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey text me okay, don't keep late reply hor!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay will text you."&lt;br /&gt;"Really ah?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya really."&lt;br /&gt;In the end, yeah they take like 30mins/1hour to reply one text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I trusted you, that you'll drop by my blog and maybe take a peak at what I've written, try to know what's on my mind. But no. I thought you cared, thought you'll make time for me to chat on the phone for awhile, to let me know that you think of me, but no. The whole day texting you is such a torture I need to wait for hours. Even waiting for your phone call, I needa stay awake till 1AM. Ya whatever. Just like that, another day passed. Just like that, we're left with one day lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I miss you?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-184995522909998504?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/184995522909998504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=184995522909998504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/184995522909998504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/184995522909998504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-just-feel-that-im-so-damn.html' title='Sometimes I just feel that I&apos;m so damn freaking unimportant to you.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1214328434242846681</id><published>2011-12-10T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:29:16.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wish to let you know that jealousy has taken its toll on me.</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling when you get separated from the one guy that you're really into? When someone with authority separates him from you and you can't keep your mind focused on things that you're supposed to do because he has been appointed to be with some other girls. Like when in primary school, the teacher changes the seat of your crush and instead of beside you, they put him beside another girl and they sit right at the back. You can't really focus on your studies because you don't know what's going on at the back. You know, that tinge of jealousy? Especially when you wanna look back and take a peek but so so so god damn afraid that he's smiling and laughing away with that girl. Argh. Screw that teacher right? What for ruin something that seemed so picture perfect to you? But it all turns out fine when your crush would sometimes call out your name from across the class and just smile at you. At least, at least he remembers me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise. In fact, I made an impossible promise. I know, it sounds like I'm saying this for the sake of saying it but if you come back, I'll quit smoking. I made this impossible promise because I wish that a miracle would happen and make the impossible actually possible. You coming back is impossible, me quitting smoking is actually more or less impossible too. So, come back to me and I'll stop. Aint that great? We shall make miracles together. Haha, yeah, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Also another thing: jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't girls hate that feeling? I wish to control my emotions and not feel that way. I don't wish to let him sense my jealousy, which I failed terribly, just so he won't feel that I'm annoying. I wish I could slap myself so hard that I won't recognise myself in the mirror. Why do I have this feeling when I see you with another girl? Ah. Was I in the wrong my dear boy? I didn't mean to you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes, I can only think of your arms around my waist. That lips against mine. Those eyes that are locked to mine. That voice that sounds like a melody to my ears. Those fingers locked to mine. Those laughters that we shared. All these memories are what I see whenever I close my eyes. Those wonderful memories. Desmond, you brought happiness back to my life for these 2 weeks, continue to do so will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2:30AM last night and woke up at 5:30AM. Prepared and headed to boy's place. Reached his place around 7.30AM and I fell asleep when he went to shower. I wore a dress and boy wore his formal, like a handsome only! Trained to aljunied and we went to the office. When we reached lvl 4 (the office level), there was a human traffic jam. So I freaked out and moved fast so that boy could come out from the lift, but when I turned back, the lift doors closed already -_- he went all the way up to 6th floor. Introduced myself to the group of people there and all of them kept teasing me and desmond being girlfriend and boyfriend, so cute right! It does feel like we're this new couple in secondary school where everyone keeps teasing and asking about your relationship. Ah, damn in love. Made new friends, awesome girls. I was appointed to Raffles place and boy was appointed to Kovan. Did the job like a few hours, ate yoshinoya and then quit the job. Not worth the time and I don't like it. So I went off to Kovan to meet boy. Slacked and talked at the Hawker centre then headed to Nex. Shopped and we saw hello kitty performance! SO CUTE HELLO KITTY DANCE!! Afterthat, we witnessed this woman screaming at this malay guy + his wife + his son. She went like,"FUCK YOU. FUCK YOUR FUCKING SON, FUCK YOUR FUCKING WIFE!" Everyone there stared at them. We were all damn curious and kpo la I admit. Bused to my place and ate rice with tunamagik! Watched TV shows and boy massaged my temples cause he knew I had a headache. So nice right. Hehe. Walked Colgate and sent boy to the bustop. My dear boy. Desmond, you changed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During work today, I told my buddy quite a lot about the relationship I'm having with boy. Told her quite a lot. I told her everything during lunch and she asked me,"Why do you wanna hold on? What about him that you love?" I was stunned for a moment and I said,"Hey, I'll tell you why, hold your bowl up from the tray" then I helped her take away her tray. "That's what he did that made me fall in love with him." Then I continued "oh, and he cooks for me. He teaches me many stuffs. He's damn nice one. He listens to his parents and he's not an ahbeng. He's tall, he makes me smile......" I kept thinking of him, he never left my mind. And I kept smiling and crying when I told her everything that he have done for me. Ah.... My boyfriend... Will you don't mind loving me for the rest of our lives?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I will miss how we always laugh at funny people on the train using itouch to communicate. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss your sharp nose and tiny eyes. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss all your liang cha nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss how kpo we both are. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss calling you mine. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you'll always say "dui bu dui, shi bu shi, you mei you!"&lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you hold me tight. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss kissing you on escalators. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss your massages when I'm in pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll actually miss everything about us. &lt;br /&gt;You make me feel relaxed with you, I can tell you anything and everything. You're my true love, best friend, soul mate. I'm such a lucky girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. 18 more days, sigh. Fml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1214328434242846681?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1214328434242846681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1214328434242846681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1214328434242846681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1214328434242846681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-wish-to-let-you-know-that-jealousy.html' title='Don&apos;t wish to let you know that jealousy has taken its toll on me.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-377605789696609209</id><published>2011-12-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:25:26.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back to me</title><content type='html'>As the day passes, I really feel the bond between us. A bond so special that we haven't had for the year as quarrels came and feelings faded. I feel happy lately, pure happiness that I've never felt before. Maybe it was because I took you for granted, neglected your feelings and vented my anger at you; regardless it was big or small. Nowadays, when all the quarrels stopped gradually, I feel that we are actually quite a blissful couple. A pity, a pity that I'm gonna lose you soon. Wish that you'll be here by my side thru thick and thin and also love me like how I love you. I'll never ask for more than your love. Stay by my side will you? I'll be that woman that takes care of the family and you'll be that man providing us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the bus using my BB to blog, heh. This morning I woke up super early, kept checking the time and fall back asleep. Have the urge to just prepare and head to boy's place. Held back the temptation as boy asked me to wake up at 10.45AM so that he could sleep longer. Thus, I kept forcing myself to go back to sleep until 10:45AM. Told boy I was at waiting for the bus and he estimated that I'll reach his place at 12:40PM. Ya, his estimation fucking accurate. Not a minute more or less. Headed to ikea as our interview was push forward to 6PM. Looked for rosabel and we had branchner (breakfast+lunch+dinner). Meatballs, chicken wings and pasta! Walked around to see if we had anything to buy from ikea because we had a $5 voucher for dining at the restaurant there. But we ended up giving the voucher to random people at the cashier. And we actually saw bryan wong(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle bus to bedok and trained to aljunied! Interview went well, interviewer was hella funny. So we were all relaxed~. Before we went into the room, I asked boy if we should let them know we're a couple and he said "better not. People don't really like couple to work together one. Later a lot of problem." So, having that in my mind, when the interviewer asked "so you guys are a couple?" I smiled and cheekily said "no...." Then the interviewer told desmond "EH, she said no!!! Kill her!" Hahahaha. The other candidate also chuckled.  Fuck that boy. He never even deny, he just smiled at the interviewer!!!! In the end we still got the same job. Trained to tampines, saw jiayu! :) shopped with boy and got a lot of things. Saw brandon and ada, haven't seen ada for so damn long! Happy girl! Kept bumping onto people when I go out. Bused to pasir ris and bused home :) Missing my boy already xx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you'd always mispronounce broccoli and giordano hehe. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you adjust my fringe for me. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss going to Ikea for meatballs. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you always yawn. ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;I will miss hugging you tightly close to me as I'm afraid of falling down on trains and buses. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you'll keep asking me what haircut should you get.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you'd always grab my hands to hold while we're walking. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way we both know what each other will say, noone will know me better than you do. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you kiss my head. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss playing with the kitten puppet from ikea.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you fold my clothes for me. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss shopping at uniqlo with you. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you spray your perfume on me!!&lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you feed me sweets. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you whistle the happy birthday song and then losing your breathe hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss your stupid mean jokes EXAMPLE saying that I'm too talkative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-377605789696609209?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/377605789696609209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=377605789696609209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/377605789696609209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/377605789696609209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/come-back-to-me.html' title='Come back to me'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-69507594690637105</id><published>2011-12-08T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:57:29.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I won't let go, you're too important for me to lose.</title><content type='html'>Love is knowing about someone's flaws but still accepting them, stay by their side and still love them. It's kinda like I know you suck at balancing because you're tall thus your CG is higher and it makes you easier to fall on MRTs but instead of despising you, I'm willing to hold on to you whenever we're on the train and if you fall, I'll fall with you if I don't manage to support you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe nobody understands why I'm holding on to us. It's simple; it's love. There will always be a time in your life where you get hurt by someone and still willingly get hurt by the same person repeatedly without leaving him/her. I believe that my love is strong enough to go through the darkest storm and we'll be able to see the rainbow soon. I just love him, I know it's pretty obvious I'm crazy over him but there's a reason and that's love. Many don't see the reason why he's that great. He teaches me about life, he guides me when I'm lost, he teases me and makes me laugh, he kisses me when I needed them, we chat when I feel lonely, he hugs me if I feel cold, he holds me when we're out, he smiles just to make me happy. There's so many reasons why I need him, so please, god, keep him safe by my side. I'll trade anything in this world to have him to accompany me for the rest of my life, anything. I don't wish for him to leave me. The outcome won't be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, boy said that he don't know my blog's url! He's so mean!! After a year of being together, he don't know my blog! Thanks to facebook, people take short cuts through facebook and it makes people not to use their brains to remember!! I'll see how he comes to my blog tonight or in the near future since we don't use facebook anymore, he won't be able to get hold of my url unless he cheats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today, went over to boy's place, rebonded hair and...... went to 85 for dinner with Daryl and boy :). Sat in that salon for hours until my butt feels kinda numb. Knowing that we'll take a long time in the salon, I brought low kay hua's book and I actually finished reading it in a day, not bad Angela! Bus back to boy's place to retrieve my bag back and brought fluffygirl for a walk. Went home afterthat. Simple but happy day :) must smile more :)! Interview with my baby tomorrow, must pass the interview! Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I will miss going 85 with you. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you lay on me and I lie against your head&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you apply wax on my hair. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss feeding you fries and chicken wings. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss taking out prawn's shells for you. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss plucking out KFC's chicken meat for you. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you automatically put your arms over my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss going to your class BBQ and meeting your teacher there and unfortunately it rained!&lt;br /&gt;I will miss how we always go out and bump onto your that one particular malay friend. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss staring at you. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss talking to you about our future.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss everything that we do together, as a couple. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you'd take off your jacket immediately whenever you know that I'm feeling cold just so to let me wear them.  &lt;br /&gt;I will miss going out and looking at couple stuffs and wanting to buy it for the both of us.(Hinthint*)&lt;br /&gt;I will miss 15th. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss all of our conversations. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss you. &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-69507594690637105?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/69507594690637105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=69507594690637105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/69507594690637105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/69507594690637105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-i-wont-let-go-youre-too.html' title='You know I won&apos;t let go, you&apos;re too important for me to lose.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3259980122793018549</id><published>2011-12-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:07:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me be, let me do what I feel that can get you back will you?</title><content type='html'>Anyone who touches my guy, won't have a peaceful life. Trust me. He's mine and I love him more than anyone will ever do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, there's no other physical pain in this world that I can feel that is more painful than what my heart is feeling now. Tested and proven by that burn on my hand. Indeed the pain was sharp and so freaking intolerable but compared to the pain my heart feels, that's nothing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have lowered the chances of us being back together after what happened today. I'm really sorry that I called you, woke you up and just argued with you. I know it's my fault, I'm sorry for that. It's my fault for wanting to do stupid things too. After you demanded me to 'stop my nonsense' many times, I felt so much pain in my heart. What I did weren't 'nonsense', they were a way of expression that I couldn't put into words or tears. Because when I cry, I find myself trying to 'get your attention' and 'annoying' to you. Whenever I speak, it seems like you're not listening. So all I can do is to use actions to just express my innermost thoughts. Also every single time you use that fierce and loud tone and say "I'm really very tired hor", it kinda sucks. It brings me back to the time when you wanted to leave me and the only reason you gave me was you're tired. Memories and pain rushed through my mind and heart. It's like I got stabbed again and again. I hate the word 'tired'. I hate it god damn much. Every night when I ask you "are you tired?" I wish you'd say "no, just sleepy, but not tired". Because that word will cause my brain to just think of bad memories you know?? Ah, screw myself. Sigh. I should just spend this 3 weeks planning my death. Every detail should be written nicely so that people will know what I want and go accordingly to my unofficial "will". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to boy's place today. Started off badly, sorry baby:(  Then wanted to have a haircut but we ended up didn't go because the queue was long! Community centre's duck rice again! Back to boy's place, rested then headed to tampines mall. Saw marcus ibf in the lift when we're going to the cinema. Bought tickets for already famous! (Almost watched Arthur christmas but didn't T_T). Went to toys r us and saw emry, first time meeting her in person wheee! Walked back to the cinema to buy cheesy pasta and saw weixin and my beloved bingbing!!! Such coincidence, same movie and they were actually sitting infront of me and boy, hehe. Movie ended, went nubox and back to loyang point. I forgotten that we took bus no3 and I ask boy to alight at the bustop further to loyang point. Made us walk a longer route. Ah sorry babyboy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be that woman you'll love and take care of. &lt;br /&gt;I want to have you to spend the rest of my life with. &lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you head back home just to take eyedrop for me when I remarked that my eye felt uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;I will remember how you stepped on dirty fishy water and it splashed on my legs!! (But you were lucky I saved you from falling down hehe)&lt;br /&gt;I will miss how we share double fillet o fish and messing with your fillet so you'll dirty your hands with tartar sauce!&lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you always try to confiscate my bank cards. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss how you always blow and mess with my hair and pretend that it was the aircon. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss going to toys'r'us with you and always going to the stuffed toys section to look for sleepyhead! &lt;br /&gt;I will miss feeding you cheesy pasta everytime we watch movies at GV.  &lt;br /&gt;I will miss holding you tight and listening to 'my regret' and feel like crying in your arms. &lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you always say "Orh hor you lie to me 2/3/4/5/6/7 times le today!"&lt;br /&gt;I will miss how we tell jokes to each other, you tell the chinese jokes, I'll tell the blonde jokes. &lt;br /&gt;I will most definitely miss the "Boyfriend de feel" (you should know what I mean, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3259980122793018549?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3259980122793018549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3259980122793018549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3259980122793018549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3259980122793018549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-let-me-be-let-me-do-what-i-feel.html' title='Just let me be, let me do what I feel that can get you back will you?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1334770656871201665</id><published>2011-12-06T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:44:01.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just a moron. What did I do to deserve all these? When it's not my fault but I have to apologise. I throw all my face away and do things noone will ever do for you. Am I not good enough? Or I'm not fun to text with anymore? You don't like old toys you want to change me and replace me? What have I done to deserve getting disappointed again and again. I thought we were supposed to be happy this one month? It have been a week only and you broke your promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, promises were meant to be broken. I'm such a mess. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I'll miss about you, will you ever miss me back? Ah, it fucking hurts. &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1334770656871201665?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1334770656871201665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1334770656871201665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1334770656871201665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1334770656871201665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-just-moron.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-2677027725057013537</id><published>2011-12-06T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:11:07.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you're trying your hardest but it's not good enough?</title><content type='html'>Blogging with my blackberry now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so down I just wish I could disappear from everyone's lives and stop being such a burden to everyone. Gonna go cry my eyes out. I wanna dig my eyes and smash my brains so bad. Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to boy's place today. Rest with him for awhile then headed to recruit express. Walked around T1 and met Daryl and Wj. Saw this uncle dancing and donated some money to him, hehe. Bused to safra for pool. Saw terence, benjamin, ong, willy and ttn!!! Saw ronald too!! Then sakura buffet again for the 2nd time in 3 days! Headed back to pasir ris and parents fetched me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so depressed now. Wanna hide from everyone and escape from life. I am feeling so godamn down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought everything is alright... Everythings else just proves you wrong. I thought we were doing good but actually we both know we failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you poke my mosquito bites just to stop it from itching.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you hug me tight on train and buses.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss going pool, singing k, eating buffets and steamboat with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way we make heartshape with our hands.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way push things to each other when we don't wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way you hug me tight on your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss sleeping together and realising the bliss that I'm having while being in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the way  you always hide things from your family etc chocolates, sweets, belt hehe.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-2677027725057013537?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/2677027725057013537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=2677027725057013537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2677027725057013537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2677027725057013537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-youre-trying-your-hardest-but-its.html' title='when you&apos;re trying your hardest but it&apos;s not good enough?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-4906759260619972840</id><published>2011-12-03T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:04:18.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't fall in love with someone else....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/374769_2566239828187_1019887477_2830374_1561974373_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: x-large; "&gt;Many people ask me, "What did he do to make you be so obsessed over him?". Well, the answer's simple: He made me fall in love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today started off dumb... I went over to boy's place and he kept leaving me in his room while he went to watch tv! It's alright anyway I don't blame him at all. Then after he realised that I was lonely, he actually initiated to play monopoly! It has been such a long time since I last touched board games. It was fun even though I was close to bankrupt. He always beat me hands down, without fail, in every kind of game. I was supposed to leave at dinner time as he has dinner with his family. After awhile, he actually asked if I wanted to join them for dinner, YAY MEGA YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner @ Sakura, Downtown east. Can't believe I joined them for buffet!! I ate sooo much but boy still commented that I WAS THE WORSE EATER, PUIIIIII! His nonsense cannot believe lor, I ate so freaking much! Headed to whitesands and walked around popular/guardian/fairprice with his family. Love all his cuddles/hugs/kisses mega much!!!!! Reached home at 11pm and pretty kinda hurt me.... She freaking jumped on me and scratched my chest and she ruined my earpiece. These shitty things that she do really pisses me off sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will spend all my nights watching that Taiwanese show that he's chasing. His family is currently watching ep 70++... If one episode is around an hour.... I'm sure to catch up with them in no time. Then I will be able to accompany boy to watch that hokkien show without getting bored/curious about the whole story line. I'll do anything for him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the way you put your arms around me while we walked from Downtown to Whitesands under the umbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the way you hold my hands and pulled me to walk together with your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the way you look into my eyes and squeeze my cheeks and ask me to make that goldfish mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the way you laugh irritatingly just to annoy everyone in your family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the way you eat so much during the buffet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the way you pulled me everywhere in the restaurant while asking me what I want to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss staring at you while telling myself "I'm so lucky to have him as my boyfriend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-4906759260619972840?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/4906759260619972840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=4906759260619972840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4906759260619972840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4906759260619972840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/test.html' title='Please don&apos;t fall in love with someone else....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8377085221513985632</id><published>2011-12-02T23:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:52:17.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to love................. nothing matters more than you do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/381145_2469295044628_1019887477_2790395_1533949249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Why couldn't I lose something else like a pen or a jacket? Why did it have to be you.....?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I did today-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was great, well, at least I felt that today went well. Woke up at 8:55AM when I remember setting the alarm at 6:45AM... Wanted to reach boy's place at 9AM but I ended up reaching at 10:30AM. Rest with boy until early noon and headed to the community centre for duck rice. Surprisingly my appetite didn't ruin my mood and I managed to finish the whole meal. Bused to West Plaza for the job interview and after the interview he suggested that we should go over to my place. We went down to Nex and walked around, had some dessert, looked at some dogs, shopped for slippers and back to my place. We thought of buying some crabs from House of Seafood @180 but it was too costly so we didn't have the chance to mum mum crabs AHH SAD GIRL! Played with the dogs and ordered Pizza! Watched shows while hugging and browsed through newspaper for jobs. Sent him to the bustop and kissed him goodbye. Ah, gonna miss him again, why why why do we have to stay at different places. I don't like noooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks bbyboy for spending so much time choosing my slipper for me :) Thanks for making today a joyful day for me, I enjoyed myself, hope you did too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I'd stop worrying and being sad. I wanna be happy and be myself just as how he told me. Everytime I listen to the songs on my itouch I'd break down. Every song brings this sad memory of our situation. The end of the 1 month deal is slowly coming to an end as each day passes. I hope I'll be able to control myself and not go bonkers and of course I would want a happy outcome. Whatever it is, please, be happy and do remember me. I'm gonna sit here and just wait for you to come back. I may be silly but who cares. It's about you and me, let everyone think whatever they want. As long as you'll be by my side, I know and I believe it will be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You will love me back wouldn't you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the way you cover my mouth when I'm in the midst of yawning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the way you will hit my legs when I complain that my legs are numb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the way you'd always tell me things about you and your family/schoolmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss your shoulders on buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the sound of your heartbeat whenever I lie on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the way we hug each other and watch TV shows/movie on the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss wiping your mouth for you after you eat because you're like a small boy sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss being a small kid in front of you just so you'll kiss me and hug me tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the way you act like a small boy when you first opened the bayblade we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss pasting plaster on your fingers when you get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the way my heart beats for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss the way my heart aches whenever you got yourself hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8377085221513985632?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8377085221513985632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8377085221513985632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8377085221513985632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8377085221513985632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-it-comes-to-love-nothing-matters.html' title='When it comes to love................. nothing matters more than you do.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8072894552568682410</id><published>2011-12-01T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:15:12.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good start doesn't always mean a good ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When you believe that you found someone to rely on, to fall upon when you lose hope in life... and that somebody turns back and runaway from you. What will you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went jogging just now and thoughts just flashed through my mind. Thoughts of us. Right from the very start, the first time I saw him, then all the random thoughts of us came through too. Good/Bad/Sad memories, they all just passed through my mind. Sat on the kerb and cried, I couldn't control those tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back with swollen red eyes and I looked at my dogs. Played with them a little and fed them some food. I'm sorry colgate and pretty I've neglected you all these while. When I was spending some quality time together with the dogs, I found myself talking to the dogs. Thoughts of him came again. He loves playing with my dogs. He loves colgate. I told him I'm going out to jog again but in actual fact, I'm just gonna head to my room to break down. I don't want him to know I'm tearing for him. I wish that in his mind, I'm happy. I want him to always have the impression that Angela is a cheerful girl. From the start, that's the reason why he fell for me. Haha, because I am cute when I smile :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pondering in my mind what this 1 month's outcome will be like. You told me not to count the days and just be happy. Can I just close one eye (both eyes, in fact) and pretend that everything's gonna be okay? I know the answer well in my heart that you're not coming back but I still pretend that there's this little hope for us left. I'm dumb. I'm a dumb fuck who's willing to give up everything for you. Everyone including you said it isn't worth it but I know myself well that you are worth everything. I may be dumb for saying this because we may be too young but I know what true love feels like and this is it. I wish I will make things better in time to come. I hope you'll wake up one day and  tell yourself, "hey, I think I fell in love with her once again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the touch of your skin against mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the kisses you give me whenever I look at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss those stupid noises you make that will annoy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the massage you'll give me whenever I said my back hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember how you'll apply antiseptic cream on my wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss how you will always sneak away just to buy antiseptic cream for me whenever I hurt myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss how you teach me new stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember how we'll kiss every time I'm going home/you're going home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember the places that we've been to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember whatever we've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss those phone calls at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember how you created a blog for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember how you told me "Baby, just one more month. After this one month we can spend time together already, just tahan one more month" when it's your O lvls period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember that smile on your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember your voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desmond, I won't forget you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#151110, always and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we can't make it, just know that, I'm waiting for you. I may be silly but I don't mind. I'm your silly girl ain't I? I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wish to rant anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When I die, don't come near me because my hands will not be able to wipe away your tears."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8072894552568682410?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8072894552568682410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8072894552568682410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8072894552568682410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8072894552568682410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-meaning-doesnt-always-mean-good.html' title='A good start doesn&apos;t always mean a good ending.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8061081655314956760</id><published>2011-08-28T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:37:05.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serangoon girl</title><content type='html'>Hihi ^-^! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been blogging much lately, haven't been updating anything. I'm feeling so stressed that I guess I need to write some stuffs to get rid of my frustrations. My N lvls are coming in less than 2 weeks' time. Yet I still haven't manage to mug. Let's be realistic here ok: How to mug when I don't understand on the topics? Rofl, ok whatever. I'll try to study my best but I know I can't do it. Feels rather pathetic and I am indeed wallowing in self pity but what else can I do uh? :l &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah social studies social studies. What is the textbook for when they don't give sufficient information about the freaking topics. What for I spend money on something that gives me brief shit about one topic. Worse is, my social studies teacher rarely gives the class notes and now I'm kinda confused. Only 2 weeks before the National examinations, she panics and gives the class prelim papers of other schools. What for? You already sentenced our results. And here I am, on the verge of crying :'( ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another few briefs update about my life... I'm not staying at Bedok anymore, kinda moved to Serangoon now. Few advantages, many more disadvantages but it's okay, I'll get used to it!! Advantages...? Hmm, I'm staying at this place that I'm not familiar to and thus I rarely go out and I stay home more often as I don't have void decks to slack at. So I can stay home, watch tv, chill and do homeworks. Disadvantages....? NOT USED TO BUSES HERE, NOT USED TO THE ENVIRONMENT AND WTFH I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS AROUND HERE=.=! I made friend with one the the neighbours here named yi suan, a 8 year old cute girl and she has a husky named snowy. Cute as colgate but bigger sized!!! Awesome right!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another update... I have a new dog named Pretty! I adopted her for about a month  now. Photos are available in my facebook if anyone wants to see it. Ok I'm off to 'mug' my social studies. Seeya people!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8061081655314956760?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8061081655314956760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8061081655314956760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8061081655314956760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8061081655314956760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/08/serangoon-girl.html' title='Serangoon girl'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3270308012354025596</id><published>2011-04-26T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:01:52.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>READY TO FAIL SOCIAL STUDIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't been blogging for long, but here I am! I missed using the laptop tho heehee. Have been long since I turned on my lappy eh! What Christie said was true actually, once I got my blackberry, I don't even feel like turning on my lappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, that's not the actual reason why I'm not turning on my laptop, it's just that, I have been too busy! It's weird right, I mean how can I be so busy but I am! Have been going out to semi slack and semi study. Have been hanging out with xue, xh, justin, martin, fik(?) oh well, a fun bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still miss my princes from Jurong! (I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU GUYS OK!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And not to forget my boyfriend, whose always been here for me all the time. It's exam period and it's time for me to flunk all my papers. So god bless me. I can't believe I picked up my social studies textbook to start taking in informations for the first time but nothing went it....... My brain is still blank. Oh well, English paper today, I can forget about it already. Firstly because it's over already and secondly I fucking flunked it ok. Bye english I failed you I'm sorry about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exam period means = not meeting boyfriend = sad = depression = death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So screw exams! We shall ban exams! Haha who am I to even make such a remark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry people (if there's even a single soul here), for leaving this blog here, dying, rotting, barely alive. Heeh, I'm just a busy little princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I have time I would want to spend some time with............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ming shan, Alicia, Jer. Reydon, Aiden, Desmond, Waikun, Clauson. Gabriel, Yongbao, Kenneth, Leen. Argh, there's just so many people but so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet just in another few blink of an eye it's gonna be N lvls time and I'll most prolly fail and take private O and fail again. HAHA. I'M A JOKE. Ok bye people, muack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH I'VE GOTTEN A BLACKBERRY. BBPIN IS 26A8AE3D .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3270308012354025596?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3270308012354025596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3270308012354025596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3270308012354025596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3270308012354025596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/04/ready-to-fail-social-studies.html' title='READY TO FAIL SOCIAL STUDIES'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1478751852097950528</id><published>2011-03-22T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:43:33.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aft a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't been blogging for long. Kinda miss blogging but I'm really too busy. Can't even find time to sleep and as everyone knows, every minute of sleep is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_0563-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, I've been trying to stay awake and concentrate during every single lesson. Really torturous to go school with lack of sleep. It's a good thing that the whole school stopped remedials/activities after school due to some visit that some people's gonna make. I don't really know who and I don't wish to know why. I'm just glad the remedials and everything are coming into a temporary halt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Monday's was my mum's birthday. Didn't notice that she have had hit the big 4 a few years back. When people randomly question me about my mum's age, I'll keep thinking she's still in the thirties. It's my mentality that have always been a small kid. Fact is everyone has to grow old, the Earth stops for noone. Heh. Met boyfriend at whitesands and headed to Orchard to meet my parents. They brought us to East Coast for seafood. Had red wine hehehe. Dad drove boyfriend home and boyfriend reached home at 12am. Once again I've implicated him and got him into trouble again and again from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_0598-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday, I slacked with Roubing, Charlotte and Colgate for awhile until 5plus. Charlotte came to my place after Roubing went back home. Charlotte came but I fell asleep.......... -.=. Didn't entertain her, feel so apologetic. Woke up with fever and massive headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday, Roubing and Dionis, the two kind hearted girls accompanied to take bus 21 when taking bus8 was more convenient for them both. Met baby, blew bubbles. You know, the bubbles that is super sticky, it's almost like it's super glue and there's this lens that you have to look through and and you can see the bubbles as stars!!! Hahaha, but not very ideal to play with because it sticks almost on everything and it's not easy to get rid of them! I kinda fell sick at baby's place so I slept until around 8 plus? Or maybe 9plus? Aiyah I don't know lah! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday, went home to change and headed to baby's place as we had tuition. After tuition, went home! I kinda like the tuition teacher there but the class is really mean! They don't even answer to the teacher's questions and that make the class really boring. They're really quiet please! Went home after tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday, when I was buying bubbletea, I saw my Primary 1 teacher, Mdm Irwani, but she doesn't seem to recognise me... When I was walking home, I saw my sister walking to school at 1pm plus for her CCA at 3.30pm. I remembered that my Primary school allowed students to go back for visits every Friday. So, I brought my sister to school and tried to hunt for teachers but I couldn't find any of my ex teachers. So it's okay then, I went to the book shop and bought many random stuffs. Lol~! I bought many erasers, a comb, a wallet and an eraser for my sister. I bought many many things practically. Was intending to head out to Ikea with boyfriend but we eventually stayed at my place cause I felt lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday, I met boyfriend early in the morning and brought him to his tuition at Loyang Sec and I waited outside the school for him to end his class. It was a good deal for us both as he had his girlfriend waiting outside his school and I could do my homework while waiting for him since I can't concentrate on my work at home. While I was doing my work there, a god damn fat greedy red ant bit my eyeball. I don't know how it ended up in my eye but it took me a god damn long time to get rid of it. It sting my eye like...... zZzZz. Don't like! It was really painful for me, ;( . Boyfriend tried wanting me to visit the doctors but I didn't want to. Whatever he said kinda scared me, with all the acids that the red ant have. Gah! Brought Colgate to grooming and she has a new hairstyle! Cute much! When Colgate was having her grooming, boyfriend and me went to Tampines to buy shampoo for Colgate hehe :) Went back to my place, bought food and boyfriend went home after eating yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_0645-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday, the initial plan was for us not to meet and just stay home to do homeworks. But boyfriend left his phone at my place, so no choice, I needed to go over to his place to return him his phone :))) . At baby's place, ate, sleep, woke up, did some questions and went to loyang point with his sister to eat and boyfriend had his haircut then we went back to his place, played monopoly deal and I was a petty girlfriend and I got angry that he kept winning me and giving me that action yayapapaya face with a smirk. Don't like! Then I asked my dad to fetch me home at 11pm, he reached at 12am and I reached home pass midnight. Super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, stayed home. Wanted to meet Mingshan today but she had other plans. Called on Reydon and the rest to catch up with them with Charlotte too but Charlotte couldn't make it as her mother said she has to reach home by 6:30pm. So I cancelled the plan with jurong that bunch. Stayed home and did nothing, slept the whole evening until 10pm... Now I'm here blogging very very briefly about the whole week and I'm talking to boyfriend on the phone and I just sneezed. HAHAHA this is the second time my sneeze scared Colgate. Hahaha. Ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_0653-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1478751852097950528?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1478751852097950528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1478751852097950528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1478751852097950528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1478751852097950528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/03/aft-long-time.html' title='Aft a long time'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3387771406915665366</id><published>2011-01-26T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:35:40.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>260111</title><content type='html'>Currently in class, kinda bored. I have some counselling thingy later with my parents @ MCYS.&lt;br /&gt;Just now for English test, I wrote a total of 700+ words, my hands are currently sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having CME and the class are watching some video leaked from Malaysia. The video of the actual caning in prison. I don't have the guts to even watch it. L-O-L. I'm gutless k!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3387771406915665366?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3387771406915665366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3387771406915665366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3387771406915665366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3387771406915665366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/01/260111.html' title='260111'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-5019698772309471199</id><published>2011-01-16T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:23:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of email address.</title><content type='html'>Changed email because my old's email's screwed. :'(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela-nlq@hotmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update your msn with mine. Those who don't wanna add, SUIT YOURSELF HEEHEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-5019698772309471199?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/5019698772309471199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=5019698772309471199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5019698772309471199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5019698772309471199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-of-email-address.html' title='Change of email address.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8656039794169800278</id><published>2011-01-16T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:08:46.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took me by surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to sleep now because my boyfriend wants me to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it's only right for me to share this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a grandmother of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that my girlgirl and boyboy have 10 babies. Today's date is 15th (Me and baby's 2nd month). No wonder just few days ago I realized my girlgirl is freaking FAT like a ball. So, she's pregnant. Hehehe. I even took her out of the cage this morning while she's giving birth because I didn't know she was pregnant T_T . So scary. She's so much thinner now, but still fat tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So their birthdays is on 15th Jan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post 3 pics now then I'll go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two hammies are rolling everywhere and swimming with their backs on the floor wriggling like little worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girlgirl have been switching nests for 3 times. Biting her babies' neck and walking everywhere. Motherly right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek-a-boo. Cute hor!&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to sleep too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is boyboy. He have been sleeping for the whole day for today. Don't know why. He's sleeping and sleeping while girlgirl walks everywhere to switch nests. So mean right! What a lazy hamster father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_0305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my boyfriend. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd monthsary baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8656039794169800278?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8656039794169800278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8656039794169800278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8656039794169800278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8656039794169800278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/01/took-me-by-surprise.html' title='Took me by surprise'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3734273558048952863</id><published>2011-01-14T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:46:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is awesome because I received my Low Kay Hwa books in a short span of 2 working days after transferring the funds to Goody books. That's super fast I swear. I'm damn elated now to have all his books. I love it. Currently I'm re-reading Twilight, I guess something in me just told me I have to start brushing up on my Vocabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say that.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time passes extra ordinarily fast that it've been another month. In another 20 minutes and it's 15th of Jan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2 more months&lt;/span&gt; to the end of probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2nd month&lt;/span&gt; for me and my handsome prince Hahahahehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;it's mid January now, which means another half month to Feb. Time is passing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; real &lt;/span&gt;quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything Desmond neo. Really. I can't express in words any longer. I've said all I wanted to. I've written down everything I could think of and gave you letters very often. So, you should know how much I love you. You OWNSELF know la hor. Ownself la hor. Hehehe. I love you silly suppppperman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Second Monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you. Baby, look @ your low kay hwa book inside your bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3734273558048952863?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3734273558048952863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3734273558048952863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3734273558048952863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3734273558048952863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd.html' title='2nd'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7802454856768770230</id><published>2011-01-06T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:23:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am having running nose and sore throat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/snapshot1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and baby had a pack.We both said we'd keep each other update about school and our life by blogging. Somehow, it seems like baby is doing all the blogging and I've never updated since Monday night. I'm such a good liar aren't I? HEHEHE. But it's okay I know that baby won't blame me. Right right right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- First day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Second day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Third day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay no lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, there wasn't any studying because we didn't have our time table. So all we did in class were mostly administrative stuff. Talking about the school rules, punishment etc. We have this new classmate. Someone who dropped to NA from express. Well, frankly, she don't look like a person who'd drop to NA. She reminds me of those good good girls from express. Haha, well, looks may be deceiving. Didn't meet baby, but we get to see each other's faces. Face time! I have been a good girl tho'. I stayed back because I missed bridging lessons last year. I came to school prepared anyways. I knew that I had to use 2 days to pay back for missing a day of bridging last year. I attended the so called self study (more like detention) so willingly because firstly, they confiscated my handphone and secondly, I promised baby that I'll be a good girl and listen to those who have higher authority in school. They confiscated my phone, but that phone is nothing but a useless army phone with no sim card inside, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, school was alright. Had a new SS teacher and I think she's damn arrogant. Well, I really feel that way. The way she introduced herself. Talking about her son in university and stuffs like that. Like I give a fuck. Well, I don't really care. Stayed back for the self study again. Baby and Daryl fetched me from school. Happy me ^-^! Met them outside my school, Sean was there too so we stayed there and chat until Jacinda, Jolyn and Jeremy were realeased from their self study. Went to have chicken rice and we went to my place. Baby and Daryl left at 7pm. Thanks sweetheart for changing the fish tank's water :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the morning at 5am. Something bit my finger. That was freaky and it gave me a huge fright. Like seriously?! What the fuck was that. I thought it was the hamsters. I woke up and there wasn't anything unusual. So I went back to sleep. At 6.40am, my mother kept screaming. I got so pissed off...... Well, partly my fault too I guess. Didn't inform them that school starts at 9.45am. My mother came into my room and screamed again =.-! My hamsters were out!!!!!!!! I found one but it took me another 45 sleepy minutes to find the other hamster. It was curled up at the back of some cupboard. Couldn't go back to sleep so I went to bathe and headed for Mac to meet Sean &amp;amp; the rest. Ate and walked to school. School sucks. I kept wanting to fall asleep. I hate the new 9.45am rule. School ended at 3.45pm for us. I tried my best to stay awake in every lesson. Went to pasir ris to look for baby (= . He cooked for me and I ate a lot of chocolates despite having serious sore throat. I fell asleep for about 20 or 30 minutes from 7.30 to 8pm. When I woke up my throat was burning. Cabbed home and here I am blogging! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_0387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously mum, I know that I'm useless. I really can't. It's not because I don't want to. I just don't have the ability to do so. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7802454856768770230?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7802454856768770230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7802454856768770230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7802454856768770230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7802454856768770230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-having-running-nose-and-sore.html' title='I am having running nose and sore throat.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1404242770696522114</id><published>2011-01-03T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:47:24.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/snapshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moshimoshi hello kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in another ....... *drum rolls* ...... 9 depressing hours! Can't imagine, gonna sleep and once I wake up, it's time for school. Hate it hate it mega hate it!! I can guarantee that I won't be able to be awake on time for school. Once again, as usual, I will be late for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went over to baby's place at 9am. Rest, looked at hamsters, drank horlicks and non-stop smiling and chatting with darling. That tarded ass, placed his handphone to my ears. I thought it was Daryl or whoever. I kept saying "hello? Hello??" The other party was "hello"-ing me back. It was some female and I was shocked and I passed the phone back to boyfriend. It was his mother -.-! What the heck LOL. Slept until 3pm and Daryl came, we headed to Tamp. Had Pizza and Watched Yogi bear. I love my boyfriend and I bet he loves me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hair boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/163788_1714869602205_1552153735_31668781_5190040_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short hair boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, both looks just as handsome to me. Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work hard and play hard as of tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1404242770696522114?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1404242770696522114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1404242770696522114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1404242770696522114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1404242770696522114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/01/dirty-picture.html' title='Dirty picture'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-668015718147336992</id><published>2011-01-02T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:16:10.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 huat ah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/lolyaya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people. I've neglected my blog once again. Yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a mean blogger aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have been having such a wonderful magnificent holiday and it  indeed pass fast. I wish I had another month or another week of holidays  :( . Well, it's alright. Enough is enough. Have to focus on studies  now! In the past there's too much distractions all around me. This time,  it's gonna be different. Have to continue the mundane life as usual.  Also, have to live up with the high expectations of others and of  myself. It's not gonna be easy but I know it's possible. Impossible = IM  possible. It's alright. This time round, there won't be any  distractions. My boyfriend is someone who can study. So, this year,  nothing will go wrong. I'll complain that studying is difficult, not  easy to focus in class blablabla. But in my heart I'll work heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 - gotta make my indoor zoo as clean as possible! (Everyone says my house like zoo T-T!)&lt;br /&gt;- gotta make everyone around me happy.&lt;br /&gt;- End of probation whoopwhoop.&lt;br /&gt;- Study hard.&lt;br /&gt;- N lvls here i come! Muack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret of the day : My boyfriend has a blog! ^^! Okay bye people have fun when school reopens! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-668015718147336992?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/668015718147336992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=668015718147336992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/668015718147336992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/668015718147336992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-huat-ah.html' title='2011 huat ah!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1108176787096152366</id><published>2011-01-01T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:55:04.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>START OF SOMETHING NEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1108176787096152366?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1108176787096152366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1108176787096152366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1108176787096152366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1108176787096152366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2011/01/start-of-something-new.html' title='START OF SOMETHING NEW'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7136756072472377575</id><published>2010-12-30T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:14:21.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qian hu~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Leona stayed over my place. Random right, especially I don't know her well. But it's alright, I'm friendly, everyone knows. Didn't even had a wink of sleep the whole night because I know if I was turned off, I won't be able to wake up and Leona will feel the ultimate boredness of staring at someone sleeping. Was on the phone with Daryl and boyfriend until 2am when they hung up after discussing about the next day's plan to qian hu. Both of us stayed up and chit chatted. About everything and anything that we can talk about just so that time would pass faster and we both won't feel asleep. I took a quick shower at 5am and I board the first bus to pasir ris to find boyfriend. Leona went home (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/168233_1690843823834_1019887477_1875252_7214197_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend was still asleep when I reached his house. The sun wasn't even up yet! I'm an early bird for today. Chirp chirp hehehe. I nudge boyfriend up and his reaction was epic. "Eh baby why you outside my house? Wah omg how? How? You staying outside again?" LOL. What the heck. I alarmed him that it was 6.30am already and he was like "Oh. ok i open door for you" Haha, really joke! But I like ;)   Slept until 8am and I didn't want to wake up yknow. I just felt like lazing around, sleep and do nothing. I kept sleeping but boyfriend keep waking me up. Felt like punching him but of course I didn't. Woke up clumsily and off we went to pasir ris for Mac breakfast and trained to cck. Slept the whole hour train ride, haha, awesome much yeah! Walked around lot 1, and took the shuttle bus to qian hu. Did fish spa, catched long kang fish (damn pathetic, caught 2 only =.="), bought fish, bought fish tank and fish food, blew bubbles, used facebook (free wifi) Shiok only, baik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the shuttle bus back at 5.15pm and bus back to Eunos station, and subsequently another bus to my place. Bought food, ate, rest, watched TV, boyfriend and Daryl went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks silly, for the guppies, for today, for going to these awesome places with me and not forgetting, thank you for loving me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7136756072472377575?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7136756072472377575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7136756072472377575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7136756072472377575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7136756072472377575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/qian-hu.html' title='Qian hu~'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-2304279659537029252</id><published>2010-12-29T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:06:17.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness level 100% whoopwhoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/156757_1702649696715_1552153735_31637937_5629955_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/166134_1701393625314_1552153735_31633936_4154381_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was on Xmas @ Town. First time wearing couple tee. I FEEL WEIRD SHY AWKWARD MYRIAD OF FEELINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating, I know but who cares! I'm enjoying all I can before school reopens. I haven't done a single homework. I rulez. Just had steamboat with Jacinda &amp;amp; co. All 18 of us. 18 teenagers walking around..... People might think we're out to create trouble! Haha. K pool after eating then parkway. Shall go fish farm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ I love that little boy, tarded Desmond neo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-2304279659537029252?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/2304279659537029252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=2304279659537029252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2304279659537029252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2304279659537029252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/happiness-level-100-whoopwhoop.html' title='Happiness level 100% whoopwhoop'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3875718586699482068</id><published>2010-12-21T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:33:23.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatgela have two fatsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum tissue nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like I like!! Om nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops Angela caught me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooo! Tissue wait for me I'll do anything for you~~~~~ *jumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3417.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*piakz. Tissue you saved my life I landed on you oooo so soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munch munch you again ^-^ kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlgirl: My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlgirl : I am eating sunflower seed HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy boy sliding down wheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok not fun liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlgirl : I love mealworms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlgirl: HEHE MY STOMACH FILLED WITH WORMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyboy: HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_3439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyboy : I lub sunflower seed. Not like that galgal eat mealworms de. Erxin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo de hamsters hao ke ai oh ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond neo I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte babygirl where are you now? You know I've been bottling up so much inside me I wish you were here to listen to my rants and hug me when I cry. Where are you. Life sucks after you've been with that job I got noone to turn to I just need a best friend like everybody else. :( Yes indeed only you know me best too. I need you. :'( Come back soon I'm waiting for you and I'm waiting for us. I miss us so bad. I'm fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/char-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when I saw what you wrote Charlotte. I miss us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3875718586699482068?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3875718586699482068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3875718586699482068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3875718586699482068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3875718586699482068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/fatgela-have-two-fatsters.html' title='fatgela have two fatsters'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8464581109706546711</id><published>2010-12-18T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:50:17.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lucky bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/164648_1672621368284_1019887477_1832408_5989890_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I've said.... Out with cousins + aunties + Grandmother today! I was prepared that boyfriend would suddenly back out but he didn't. He came along although he knew it was awkward and weird. Boyfriend came over to my place first. I prepared and we went to eat at 121. Georgina and Yongbao came over. Yongbao thought that my boyfriend was 18. Hehehe. Well, I'm not surprised. I thought he was 18 when I first saw him too. We slacked for awhile and off we went to Paya lebar to meet my family. Headed to serangoon's Nex and walked around. Bought snacks to munch on first and we started walking around. As usual, I chionged into the pet safari to find things for boyboy, girlgirl and Colgate! Bought bones for Colgate and grass for boyboy &amp;amp; girlgirl. Hehe, I'm such a great owner. Then we headed to cotton on and my cousin bought a top for me. Took my cousin's boyfriend's car over to Bedok north st 1 for dinner. Had an awesome meal and I went home. Everyone was so worried about my probation's time restriction :') Felt so guilty that I made my family so worried about my probation crap. Reached home and my silly boyfriend straight away went to entertain Colgate. Played fetch with her and semi train her. Although Colgate's a little retarded but still, I love Colgate! Boyfriend went back at 10pm and I went straight to my hamsters and gave them the grass that I bought. They are such lucky hamsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8464581109706546711?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8464581109706546711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8464581109706546711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8464581109706546711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8464581109706546711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-lucky-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m a lucky bitch'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6687376160846439560</id><published>2010-12-17T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T22:55:54.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 is a number that I have fate with</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, went to find boyfriend in the morning! Woke up super early this morning but I didn't set any alarm, I just woke up, just like that. Have been super worried + nervous for everyone's N's results. Especially for boyfriend's! Texted Charlotte, Roubing, Weixin, Yunzhao, Beehan, Willy and alot more to wish them all the best for their results. When I was in the bus I kept wanting to fall asleep but I'm too afraid of missing boyfriend's stop, so I tried my best to stay awake. Went to boyfriend's window and nudge him from the outside. Once again he never fail to touch my face for a few seconds from the window grill and say "hello baby ^^" before he finally woke up and said "I open the door for you" He always does that!! I like! Rested awhile and we waited for Daryl to reach before we went to loyang point to eat. After eating, I went to the toilet and boyfriend somehow semi secretly went to the pharmacy to buy an antiseptic cream for my cuts. We then went back to his house while boyfriend prepared for school. He look freakingly cute in uniform. Daryl took a photo of us but I'm not allowed to post that picture because my boyfriend is a shy boy. Oh, and he surprised me by asking me to reach out my arms while he took out the antiseptic cream to apply for me. It freaking hurts and even though I tried to hide the pain, he knew I was in pain. Hehe. But nevermind, I strong girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/63401_1671067769445_1019887477_1828679_4819852_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for boyf to prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried guessing boyfriend's aggregate. I said 15 but they mocked me. They said I wasn't being realistic and they said I don't know how horrendous his results used to be. I didn't care and I stood on my grounds very well. Boyfriend said he dreamt that he got 17. He still dare to deny about being afraid but he dreamt of his results. It proves that he's super afraid of his results. Boyfriend went to school to collect his results while I went to Daryl house to use his toilet! Baby texted me and told me he got 15! You see. I'm freaking accurate. Maybe not accurate. Maybe just lucky! Lady luck eh! Fetched boyfriend after he collected his results. Alot of people got quite well for their N's. Georgina and Willy got 20. Freak, just missed buy a little bit! Weixin lucky, he got 19! On the dot. After everything, boyfriend and Daryl went to my place. Watched TV and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was all alone. Damn! Even Colgate went missing. I called boyfriend up and he said they all went to buy food. Ate KFC and brought Colgate out again. Went to the park behind my house. Colgate is a cowardly dog. Should name her courage instead. She is afraid of cats, playgrounds, Styrofoam and even drains!! And she will stare at every human that passed by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my place to watch the 9pm show and they left at 10 after playing a few rounds of daidee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/72046_1660868474469_1019887477_1807345_5979368_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I have the best boyfriend in the entire world. Heck yeah, out with cousins + aunties + grandmother + boyfriend tomorrow! Serangoon here I come! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-6687376160846439560?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/6687376160846439560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=6687376160846439560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6687376160846439560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6687376160846439560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/15-is-number-that-i-have-fate-with.html' title='15 is a number that I have fate with'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-5995726906236078269</id><published>2010-12-14T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:15:15.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you're mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At times I'd lay on my bed wondering why do I love you so much. Other times, I'd stare into the night sky and try counting the stars in the sky to measure how much I love you. It's humanly impossible. Just like what everyone says, I've picked up gold. Baby, sometimes the insecurities overflowed in my heart and I really can't control it. Still, I get angered, sad, jealous easily... is because you're so great and it's too good to be true that you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sweetie I love you because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you're my zebra boy and also my bunny boy with my bunny T shirt.&lt;br /&gt;because you keep asking me to sleep when we're in cab/bus/train cause you know that I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you will plan things for me very nicely so that I don't need to crack my brains to plan of things.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you say you want to go to the zoo to see lion! Like a small cute boy.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you take care of me and never fail to notice the littlest things I do.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you rush to bus stop just to fetch me when you just woke up and realised I'm on bus to your place already.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you walk around science centre like a kid and play the stupid dirty ice in science centre!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you TRY not to disiao/shoot me but you end up shooting me even more!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you control me from smoking too much!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you need to sleep at a corner withalot of pillows around you to have that sense of protection when you sleep! (But now you've got sleepyhead to accompany you!)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you didn't want to work because you can't choose the days to work and you needed to send me to dental appointment (I know you didn't want to work because Daryl didn't wanna work too)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you said "I very lazy to go down to Tampines but I don't wanna say no to you" Aww!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you said," When I say it, I will do it. I mean what I say"&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you action that you're good in coin dozer.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you damn want face, play the bomb game in my ipodtouch but don't wanna put your name because your points damn little hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you can talk to me so much when you're actually a person whose damn quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you say "We smell like each other today"&lt;br /&gt;I love the way when you'll always sniff my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way when you'll hug me to comfort me when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way when you'll sayang my head whenever I knocked my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you assure me that you won't allow me to get scolded, you'll protect me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you don't allow me to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you smileeee at me like a small boy and remember ah! You promised me that you'll smile more because I know that you know that I love you best when you smile!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you act like a small boy at home!&lt;br /&gt;I love you and your goodbye kisses when I need to go home or when you need to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you read slow.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you act like a kid @ Vivo's Toys R us. You will shake the dog inside the packaging like a retard!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way when you're still sleeping but you woke up and text me to take care of myself cus it was raining heavily ;)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you're willing to talk to me everynight on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for buying kitty for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you keep giving in to me in every little arguments.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you stopped me from eating chocolates and cheese fries and drinking bubbletea because it's bad for me (But you ate/drank it instead, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you're miffy!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you dont allow me to go out at night to find my friends because you're worried.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you feed me cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you force me to drink herbal tea and plain water or something and worse is NO bubbletea!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you'll always stop me from putting dirty things in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you force the hamsters to run the wheel cus they sleep too much (YOU PERVERT!)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you'll cooked noodles for me all the time!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we try to recognize Disney's princess after watching Rapunzel that day. (hehe. I love cinderella.)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you'll touch my face thru your window every morning when i wake you up to open the door!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you say "Walao GAY~!" and "Aiyo!"&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you like to cover the holes at the seaside with sands.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way u ninja out of your house at 3.30am and you made me damn happy &amp;amp; surprise that night.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you say," You naughty girl. Must beat already!"&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you say,"SQUEEZE" when you hug me then you'll squeeze me.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you rub my blueblack for me! Very pain but I never say out because I want you to rub longer!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you worry that I'll catch a cold when I bathe at night, then you want me to dry my hair!&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you put me before anything else&lt;br /&gt;I love the way force me to sleep when i say I'm not tired but you didn't believe me (actually i was really tired la!)&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you kiss me when I show you the sticky kiss me sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way we plan what we're gonna do the next day everynight on phone.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you got your ways to make me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you got your ways to make me eat fruits and veggies even without doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love the way you called me up 12minutes ago (12AM) and said,"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby. What time isit now ah? Hehe. Happy one month.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say, baby, you're definitely the reason for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-5995726906236078269?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/5995726906236078269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=5995726906236078269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5995726906236078269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5995726906236078269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-youre-mine.html' title='Because you&apos;re mine'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-344606851623804512</id><published>2010-12-13T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T03:42:56.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people are not worth anything in my life, some people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck. Every night my  leg will numb. Now I can't move because once I move that stupid weird feeling will linger around for quite a while. Annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall keep my posts short because I'm tired! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, met up with Rosabel and Siew Gek. Met at parkway, walked around and went to Tampines. Bought our stuffs and Siew gek went home, Rosabel went for her tuition and I went to give boyfriend a surprise! I bought a pink piggy that looks like a teddy bear. Boyfriend cooked for me noodles! ^^! Also, he gave me some random hello kitty sticker thingy that he bought for me. I swear I don't know what was that. But I like! He also gave me the T shirt that he bought online for me. I fucking love it. Thanks silly boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, went to look for baby. Daryl came over to baby's place and we headed to their school to accompany Daryl buy school books. After buying, we went to put the books at baby's place and we went to Loyang point to eat! After eating, went back to baby's place. Afterthat, went to Daryl's place. Watched TV and back to baby's place again hahaha. We are busy people. Baby sent me back to Bedok. So, I bought cheese fries and accompanied baby to wait for his bus. We were waiting while I was feeding fries to him. (Most of the time, he'll be snatching my fries!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, didn't meet baby. So we stayed home and today we went out. I swear I'll fucking post tomorrow I need sleep now my eyes closing I'm so sorry blog I'm really so sorry. All I know is my boyfriend made me smile x 100 and i love him many many ^^! He made me very very happy today! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-344606851623804512?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/344606851623804512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=344606851623804512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/344606851623804512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/344606851623804512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/fuck.html' title='Some people are not worth anything in my life, some people...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-2098954558481863142</id><published>2010-12-11T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:53:53.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's this girl.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's this girl, who haven't been eating fruits for more than .... 2 years? Or maybe 3.. Who have never in her entire life appreciated vegetables. Never liked to eat vegetables and will scream at anyone who wants her to eat them. One fine day, this girl went to the coffeeshop with her friend and ate the cucumber that came with the chicken rice she had. This very same girl, on this This THIS very day, at this very moment, opened the refrigerator and took out an apple. Used the chopping board and knife, she random chop the whole freaking apple, put them into a bowl and started munching on them. This girl, this silly girl did it for her silly boy. I'm eating an apple now. I don't know how you do it but you have taken control of my heart. How'd you do that I'm still wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shall update later on, busy busy now!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Daryl's birthday later on at 12am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-2098954558481863142?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/2098954558481863142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=2098954558481863142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2098954558481863142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2098954558481863142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-this-girl.html' title='There&apos;s this girl.....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1528802535611011054</id><published>2010-12-09T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:05:46.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macam bro maciammmmmmmm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel sorry for you, that up till this stage you're still degrading yourself. Yes I deleted you off facebook but so what? It doesn't matter anymore. You call me a black pork and you feel happy about it? HAHAHAHA. Don't you realise you're degrading yourself and somehow you're making yourself more childish than you already are. Why do you feel indignant? Is it because you didn't delete me earlier than I deleted you? Come on, if things that you did weren't superficial and fake, I won't delete you either. It's you who made people think that you're not worth their time. When I heard the news that you retained, I told you to work hard and all, you replied me coldly and you mean I have to tolerate your stupid cold attitude towards me? Hello boy, wake up. Since it's so hard to be friends, do we still have to be friends in facebook? Your face just annoys me and I can't believe I stoop low to your level before. Next time, delete people off before they realised that your value is so freaking little to even be friends with you. Don't be a joke when you already are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people, I'm going out now and I'm going to put the rubberband thing on my braces now! I foresee that I'm going to have major difficulty eating later on! Meeting Rosabel and Siewgek! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1528802535611011054?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1528802535611011054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1528802535611011054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1528802535611011054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1528802535611011054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/macam-bro-maciammmmmmmm.html' title='Macam bro maciammmmmmmm!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-88010753600692137</id><published>2010-12-08T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T03:34:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax one corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/cinderella-pose.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just posted some emotional posts last night about bidding farewell to blogger, msn and facebook. Well, somehow, my mood's back. It wouldn't have came back so quickly if baby didn't freaking surprised me last night at 3.30am together with Daryl bro. It really was a surprisingly surprising surprise!!! Thanks baby boy for ninja-ing out to meet me. I can't believe you ninja out + wait for cab + went on cab + talk to me on the phone even without me knowing it. I can't believe how dumb I was to not know you were out of your house! You still told me you were in the toilet shitting and I was dumb enough to ask why was your toilet so noisy! I thought you were watching TV! Omg, anyway, really thanks for the surprise. I was superly touched I swear baby :) Thank you for everything, I've never felt so surprised before, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Daryl bro and baby were with me since 3.30am. So, I rested while they played Dota/Maple (I don't know which one they played because I was sleeping). Baby rested with me for half an hour while Daryl bro stared at us sleep because he claimed that he wasn't sleepy. He freaking pressurized us HAHA. Went for Mac breakfast at 7.30am. We had our meals and went back to my place. Rest for about 15 or 20 mins and I headed to have my stupid shower. I was so tired that I nearly wanted to change my dental appointment. Had my shower and when I entered my room, the two of them were soundly asleep. I had the intention of letting them sleep while I go for my appointment. Still, I woke baby up to tell him that I'm going off. I rushed and threw all the rubbish from my room. When I stepped out of the kitchen, both of them were ready to set off with me for my dental appointment with their freaking blur epic faces. They were so tired and they still had to accompany me. I felt a tiny tinge of guilt, just a tiny bit. Heehee. After dental appointment, went to Tampines, met Joyce to collect Daryl's money. We then went off, baby went to my place to sleep while Daryl and Joyce went back to their own nest. I need to freaking put this rubberband thing on my braces for a month plus. IT MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A RETARD I SWEAR. Had dinner at 7pm+ and baby went off ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, met baby and daryl initially as they wanted to play badminton. Ended up, plans change and we decided to play pool instead. Met up at T1's couple lab. Headed to parkway, had duck rice and had bubbletea. Saw some familiar faces at parkway. Went to East coast and saw Daniel. Stupid Sean xiaoahbeng's phone fake one. Call him 1038742 times also never answer. Damn! Walked around Katong and went to meet Lester soh fat boy. HEHE. Bus back and bought dinner from 121. Baby and Daryl went off after the 9pm show and we cleaned the hamster cage once again ;) Yay we are responsible pet owners and I never forgot to feed colgate. I am good aren't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/156866_1658962946832_1019887477_1804485_4714209_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the freaking ruberband. I LOOK LIKE RETARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76701_1503853000471_1358636945_31183137_1833906_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76103_1503852880468_1358636945_31183136_395122_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-88010753600692137?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/88010753600692137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=88010753600692137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/88010753600692137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/88010753600692137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/relax-one-corner.html' title='Relax one corner'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6503197312805337217</id><published>2010-12-08T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:04:03.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need a break from everything. I need to fucking control my emotions. Bye facebook bye blogger bye MSN. I need to get the fuck away from everything. I hate being me. Fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Darling, I'm sorry. Desmond Neo I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-6503197312805337217?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/6503197312805337217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=6503197312805337217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6503197312805337217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6503197312805337217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/x.html' title='x'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1596884929181054316</id><published>2010-12-06T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:30:01.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimple on my chin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/163090_1649967041940_1019887477_1784841_2192292_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here I am once again. (Obviously it's me. This is my blog, duh~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall much. But as what I've posted on the previous post, on Friday, baby came over in the morning with the hamsters and he wanted to help me clear my closet. We had our branch, I had my beloved chicken rice and baby had his duck rice! Baby taught me how to fold clothes. Whatever you guys wanna say, I'm okay with it. Pampered or whatever, I don't care. Seriously I'm not pampered, I'm just well loved! Hehe. We eventually finished folding and had the clothes put into place. Finally, I stopped sneezing too. The dust were really annoying you know. If only they were pixie dusts ;) Jian and Daryl came over after the 5.30pm show and we went over to have kfc! I had the black pepper chicken and baby had the value box thingy. So I kinda had a chicken meal for the whole day lah! Chicken rice + KFC! We went back to my place and we played with the hamsters, fed the hamsters mealworms and cleaned the cage. The guys left after watching the 9pm show! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, met Kenneth for lunch @ 121. I had chicken rice once again! I'll never get sick of 121's chicken rice man, seriously! Slacked awhile and we asked Georgina over. I bought bubbletea and I brought skipping rope from my home to the void deck. Skipped like idiot. I even did bollywood dancing HAHAHAHA. Baby went to woodlands to stay @ his aunt's place which means I can't get to see him. We played dai dee and I won most of the rounds. Kenneth didn't lose but he still made noise cus he didn't have enough coins to take bus -.-! Georgina was the one who lost the most! HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I slept at 5am+. Sent Georgina a text cus she's going to Hongkong. Then, I slept. Baby sent me a morning text at 10am+ telling me that he's going over to Malaysia already. I feel so sad, as if he's going and never coming back. Truth is, he's only going there for a day. I'm emotional eh~. Met Daryl and his friend. Had my lunch at 5pm+. Chicken rice once again!!!!! Waited for Nat to come over and we went to slack. After slacking, went over to my place. They left at 9pm. Baby came back at 8pm+ ^^! Talked to baby on the phone till 2am+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, baby came over at 11+. Went to have lunch with my parents @ 121. Had chicken rice....... again.... But this time, there's soup and roasted pork and more! So today's meal was much better, wider range of food instead of only chicken rice. After having chicken rice, we went to buy bubbletea and went back home. My parents went t work! We both played with Colgate once we reached my place. We slept and watched the 5.30pm show! After the show, we went to buy dinner~! Char kuey tiao &amp;amp; hokkien mee. We bought alot of food but obviously we can't finish it. Baby went off at 9pm ;) I posted this status on Facebook, which needs people to like it if I've ever made them smile in their lives and guess what!? I've only made 10 people smile (INCLUDING myself) Asshole. Pathetic shit! I've failed as a human. FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76307_1649962321822_1019887477_1784834_2916378_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1596884929181054316?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1596884929181054316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1596884929181054316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1596884929181054316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1596884929181054316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/pimple-on-my-chin.html' title='Pimple on my chin'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-47869462031255579</id><published>2010-12-05T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T05:12:25.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi sir, do you love mee. . . . at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so sorry blogger that I threw you to one corner. I feel mega guilty as hell but still, it's 5AM and I guess it's time for bed. I'll update you asap. Hopefully once I wake up. I miss my boyfriend like hell. Haven't seen him for a day as he went over to his aunt's place to stay. He's going over to Malaysia to shop for a day. Can only see him on Monday! Miss him mega much! Chatted with him on the phone for an hour plus just now :). I'm a happy princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short recap.&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Baby came over, helped me clear my closet. Daryl and Jian came over too. Had KFC :)&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Met Kenneth for lunch @ 121. Georgina came over. Jumped some ropes and drank bubbletea. Had a hyper day. I miss my sugar boy.&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Time to sleep. Shall update this post later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night sweeties. I shall hug kitty to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-47869462031255579?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/47869462031255579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=47869462031255579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/47869462031255579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/47869462031255579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-sir-do-you-love-mee-at.html' title='Hi sir, do you love mee. . . . at?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1404620692235499546</id><published>2010-12-02T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T03:15:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DNJW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/156175_1648505805410_1019887477_1782659_1940443_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddle like this hamsters! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy it's 3:12AM and I'm not asleep. Kept falling asleep and back to sleep again! Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm here to blog and say one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DESMOND NEO I WISH YOU WERE FOR ME NOW SO THAT I CAN HUG YOU TO SLEEP. I LOBE YOU." ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/149212_1648580967289_1019887477_1782744_7120697_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/149913_1649953361598_1019887477_1784823_452831_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148811_1649964761883_1019887477_1784837_7458648_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1404620692235499546?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1404620692235499546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1404620692235499546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1404620692235499546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1404620692235499546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/dnjw.html' title='DNJW'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7613523592425583039</id><published>2010-12-02T02:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:46:19.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture speaks a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/149913_1649953361598_1019887477_1784823_452831_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76072_1649961081791_1019887477_1784831_4699318_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to cut the long story short because it's 3am and I'm dead beat. I have to join my boyfriend in dreamland now!! Still, I had the urge to blog so that's the reason why I'm here blogging. I'll have to make things really short!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad sent me over to baby's at 10.30am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headed to parkway at 1pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached parkway at 2pm, fuck my life I'm late for an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Subway with Rosabel and Siew Gek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked to East coast after meeting Gavin, Frankie and Yong Guang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the pit and rot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back at 5pm, I headed to Pasir ris with baby, Rosabel with Siew Gek.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus to Airport terminal 2 and bus to his place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought dinner back to his place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby bought sticky for me, aw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went home at 9pm. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chatted with baby on the phone until 2am+, my sweet loverboy!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gonna sleep now! (Let the picture speaks itself!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148346_1649966361923_1019887477_1784840_4031056_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/149182_1649957161693_1019887477_1784826_2721189_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/154171_1649956801684_1019887477_1784825_3244293_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/154332_1649961641805_1019887477_1784832_1452893_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155829_1649955361648_1019887477_1784824_7443647_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76858_1649581272296_1019887477_1784295_2866049_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/149227_1649585672406_1019887477_1784316_7251592_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7613523592425583039?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7613523592425583039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7613523592425583039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7613523592425583039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7613523592425583039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/12/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='a picture speaks a thousand words'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7459743873505432953</id><published>2010-11-30T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:14:43.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have 2 new babies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/74435_1637647653963_1019887477_1762311_1050720_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bad blogger I haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bad twitter, I haven't been twitting.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bad girl, I haven't been doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so sunday, I went over to baby's. Had our branch and his mama cooked eggs, I think. After eating, waited for Daryl and his girlfriend to come over. Daryl's girlfriend went to view some houses nearby that area and we waited for her. Met up with her again after awhile and we went over to loyang point.  Baby had his hair cut but still, it looks the same to me. His hair is still lingering all over his face, but it's okay, I like!!! Had Mcdonalds and we went our separate ways. Daryl and his girlfriend headed to his place and I went off to baby's place. Bus home at 8.30 :) Met Georgina awhile and went off. Baby's maple still can't work, dumb ass! I fell asleep soon after cause I was too tired that I started talking nonsensical stuffs on the phone with baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, baby came over to find me ^^. He bought my honeydew snow shake. He came over and we wanted to rest but my mama invited us to join the family for branch @ Swensens. So.... okay lor, we tagged along and I wore my home clothes to parkway.. Uggggly but it's okay cause I'm never once pretty haha. Went to cotton on and bought a shorts. My parents ditched me, baby and my aunt at parkway and told us to take a cab home instead because my lil' sister was rushing to watch her movie at Orchard. Crap!!! The line at the cab was too long and I didn't wanna wait in line.. We bus home instead (: . Daryl and Jian came over to play 'Happy Family' and 'Donkey'. Had fun I swear, I kept laughing and laughing cus that game is really pure stupidity but I like!! Played daidee and watched the 5.30pm show. Went to 121 for our dinner, a friend of theirs joined us and we slacked under my block for a lil' while. Went back to my place and ordered KFC's black pepper chicken, lol! Ate and they cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today baby came over once again in the morning. We went to buy cheese fries and chocolate ice blended^^. Rested until 2pm+ and we headed over to Tampines. Met up with Daryl and his girlfriend. Had lunch and we went to Tampines mall to get our movie tickets. We caught the Bruce Lee movie. The movie was somehow lengthy but not bad eh~. Walked around Tampines mall and T1. Visited kenken and bought 2 hamsters. Swee, the $ that I saved this week GONE. Fml. Shiat. Baby accompanied me to the bus interchange and home sweet home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155708_1647477219696_1019887477_1781106_6120921_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/156020_1648385602405_1019887477_1782567_5696398_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/162862_1648385282397_1019887477_1782566_2605075_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/156960_1648384922388_1019887477_1782565_7548068_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/154245_1648386402425_1019887477_1782569_7814845_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155252_1648386802435_1019887477_1782571_4060931_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7459743873505432953?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7459743873505432953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7459743873505432953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7459743873505432953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7459743873505432953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-2-new-babies.html' title='I have 2 new babies.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7229140901410520294</id><published>2010-11-27T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:39:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>520</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76026_1643057269200_1019887477_1771219_6095769_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to break promises, I want to be a woman of my words! Hehehe. So I shall not delay my posts any longer and I shall start blogging about Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I woke up at 9am+ and I wanted to leave house at 9.30am. Ended up it was all not possible. I took my own sweet time and I actually left home at 11.30am. Notice the huge difference? Hahaha. The bus took a bloody long time to arrive and I was at the bus stop happily eating my cheese fries like a potato princess once again. Told baby to alight the bus when it reached his area's bus stop but there's this last minute change : I alight at his bus stop as we need to wait for Daryl. So I alighted the bus and I shared some of my half eaten fries with baby ^-^ I'm not selfish. Daryl came and we bus to down town east! Had bubbletea and walked around e hub! Saw Angeline, Faith(I think so) &amp;amp; co there. Met up with baby's friends and we proceeded to cheers and then to the pit! Freak the pit was so far from the pavement and the damn grass is filled with mud. I swear I stood at the pavement and I didn't wanna move. Haha baby had a hard time persuading me to go over the pit. I walked one big round and I didn't step on mud hehe yay I am a pro. It rained.. we ran to the toilet area and took shelter there. After the rain stopped, we walked back to the pit. While walking to the pit, it rained again. This time, it was heavier... So I didn't went to the pit, baby and I walked to the nearest shelter instead. Everyone took shelter blablabla. The shelter was filled with random people and they were damn noisy ARGH. The guys had an 'awesome' idea. They went to bbq at the back of the toilet. Nice spot to bbq right! Hahaha. His friend even bought a mat there. So I sat there with the girls~. Baby kept giving me marshmallows, hehe love that tarded baby. I saw a freaking frog leaping everywhere, god damnit. Headed over to the pit at about 7pm+, the fire started and it rained again. Super spoil mood!!!!! The worse thing was, I haven't eaten anything since morning. A hungry girl is an angry girl! So baby send me home and I had char kuey tiao, yumyum. Baby had hokkien mee. He said the chilli was nice and he ate until he looked like he wanna cry! I fell asleep while talking to baby on msn. He didn't send me his long text that night! He deactivated his facebook too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/156650_1643057789213_1019887477_1771222_7150631_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76581_1643058029219_1019887477_1771223_4482559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup this is them bbqing at the back of the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148535_1643056349177_1019887477_1771214_4884070_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148380_1643055829164_1019887477_1771212_508908_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's baby, daryl and bubbles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76017_1643055189148_1019887477_1771208_8121456_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/154215_1643058429229_1019887477_1771226_5458994_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76079_1643057549207_1019887477_1771221_5989714_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155536_1643058189223_1019887477_1771224_5650716_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, baby came over to look for me and he was the first person I saw when I woke up. He woke me up hehe. I was too tired to express how shocked I was. Had McSpicy for lunch and I went to bathe. I dilly dallied once again and prepared. As per normal I was late...... Cabbed over to Toa Payoh instead. Baby waited for me and after my reporting, we bus to Georgina's area and met up with her. Bought straws and cards. Yknow those cards we would play when we were young. 'Donkey', 'Old Maid' and 'Happy family'. I can't believe I actually had fun while playing those card games. Really very fun okay! Walked back to my place, bought ban mian and headed to my house~. Played dai dee and watched crime watch. Sent baby to bus stop and I almost kena bang by this indian taxi driver. Fffff him hard. Seriously he did it on purpose I swear. He still stared at me. Freak him. If he bang me he need to compensate me one ok. Idiot driver. Hehe went home and Georgina left at 10pm+. I went to meet Willy, Francis and 5 other girls. Drank bandung was went home. Chatted with baby on the phone until 3am+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 2pm. Shiok! Can't remember the last time I had such a long sleep. Woke up, chat with baby on the phone, I went to buy chicken rice and honey dew snow shake. Yummy! Ate, drank and I was super full. I chat on the phone with baby until 5pm+ then I wanted to fall asleep..... Hung up the call because I wanted to sleep. Ended up, I went to clean Colgate's shit/pee and bathe colgate! Georgina came over and we both tried to entertain Colgate.. That freaking colgate hyper active to the extent that she made alot of things topple on my toes and my toes bleed ok. Freak! Baby's downloading maple now and I'm waiting~. His computer very super mega holy majorly slow but it's okay I can wait (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/74831_1643190272525_1019887477_1771516_5912936_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/154533_1640704370379_1019887477_1767017_2673402_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow~ That's baby's shirt + me without make up-.-. Urgh ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155998_1643191032544_1019887477_1771520_3570062_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7229140901410520294?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7229140901410520294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7229140901410520294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7229140901410520294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7229140901410520294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/520.html' title='520'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6861048498225125505</id><published>2010-11-27T04:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T04:21:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People may think that I'm retarded for talking to my teddy bear but nope I'm not retarded. Kitty loves me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I haven't been posting since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna cut the story short, tomorrow I'll post a more detailed one since I'm staying home the whole 2 days of the weekends :(! Thursday, had BBQ at pasir ris~ it rained, the rain stopped and it came back heavier than ever. Damn! The guys did a lot of stupid things then baby sent me back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, baby came over my place and I was still sleeping when he was in my room :S. Had lunch and went for my reporting. As usual, had to cab over because I dilly dallied the whole freaking time. Fml. $$ fly. Met Georgina and played Old maid, Happy family, Donkey and dai dee. Reliving my childhood hehe. Did straw hearts. Georgina and me walked baby to the bus stop to wait for his bus and I nearly got banged by this cab driver, I got damn pissed off as he did it on purpose. Chatted with baby on the phone until 3am + . Now it's 4.18am, I'm gonna go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I went thru these two days' happenings briefly, really very briefly.. Hehehehehe. Time to sleep. Kitty is yawning already but she has a mission from babyboy : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitty can only sleep after I sleep. I sleep = she can sleep peacefully&lt;/span&gt;. Okay I can't let my kitty wait, good night people~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-6861048498225125505?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/6861048498225125505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=6861048498225125505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6861048498225125505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6861048498225125505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-may-think-that-im-retarded-for.html' title='People may think that I&apos;m retarded for talking to my teddy bear but nope I&apos;m not retarded. Kitty loves me.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8564630370785603507</id><published>2010-11-26T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:51:58.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;I already tried to control. When my heart tells me to flare up, I try my fucking best to let me mind calm my temper. When I my heart tells me to cry and be sad about everything, my mind helps me by telling me to stay contented to what I have. But sometimes, life's hard to follow suite. I really tried keeping things inside and try to smile to you 24/7. I really tried, I'm still trying, you know? Everything fucking pains my heart but I still have to smile about it and say "Everything's alright", "I'm okay", "It's not your fault". Argh. Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8564630370785603507?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8564630370785603507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8564630370785603507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8564630370785603507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8564630370785603507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-247904025230712954</id><published>2010-11-25T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:15:11.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you catch a grenade for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/154270_1656574944875_1552153735_31547597_613296_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrow. I was supposed to go out at 9+ but now it's 10:10am and I'm still home! Well, I'm lazy but still, I have to go BBQ later on. Argh need to drag myself to pasir ris soon enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done my holidays assignments. Screw homeworks, I have no mood to do anything because I practically forgotten everything I've learnt. Argh~ Oh shiat... my leg numb.... ouch ouchhh......... I cannot move now because the feeling of having numb sucks. Hahaha can't move ouchhhh. I shall pull myself to put some light make ups. Muax people (if there's any one reading this blog still) bye~ *Winkwinkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you catch a grenade for me? Put your hand on the blade for me? Or maybe jump in front of a train for me? Will you go thru all these pain for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-247904025230712954?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/247904025230712954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=247904025230712954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/247904025230712954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/247904025230712954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/would-you-catch-grenade-for-me.html' title='Would you catch a grenade for me?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-779102614009694905</id><published>2010-11-24T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:57:13.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miffy darling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155225_1637631133550_1019887477_1762242_3658785_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so last night Georgina slept over at my place. I was writing some stuffs until 4am I gave up and slept due to the major suffering from mega tiredness. Georgina didn't really catch any sleep I don't know why. When I look back at her time to time, she'll be crying for I don't know what reason. Lol! Okay, she woke me up at 7.30 then at 8am then also at 8.15am. I went to sleep again when I realized the bathroom was occupied. At 8.30am I managed to snatch the bathroom from my auntie. Took the bus at 9am with Georgina. She went home, I went to baby's house. I kept dozing off in the bus~ almost missed the stop but nah, I'm a pro ^-^! I brought kitty to baby's house you know! Kitty slept with me the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep again and again @ baby's house. I'm a pig I know I am~. But seriously I was tired much! Daryl came over in the afternoon at around 2+ or 3+ or 4+?? I don't know... It started raining and I was getting kinda hungry. Baby and Daryl bro wanted to buy the food back whereas I wanted to tag along. After much whining (and of course showing the sad face with the angelic eyes), they allowed me to follow them to eat. I was really afraid those two idiots will slip and fall. Especially baby. Daryl won't fall one I swear, he got expensive slipper. If his slipper allowed him to slip, that slipper can throw already lah! Hehe. Ate chicken rice, yum! Went to pasar malam after that and I bought chicken (Today I had a chicken meal). Baby and Daryl bought Ramly burger ooo! Went back to baby's house.. Watched the 5.30pm show and played dai dee! Daryl started talking nonsense hahaha. I bus back at 8.30 and I reached home on time :)! Love my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/156302_1656415060878_1552153735_31547407_5040821_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi this is miffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've gained a new knowledge about cartoon characters. I can even  remember that Miffy is a female rabbit that appears in series of picture  books or something. It's created by a Dutch person named Dick  something. Miffy has her own website too! Hahaha, miffy is an inside  joke somehow.  Anyway look at the picture above, the left one is Daryl,  the one in the middle is baby and I'm on the right. Awesome ain't it?  Don't know why I'm crying. I think it's Daryl who made me cry and baby  is in the middle is giving me a teddy bear to console me. Aww. My ears  so round and I am so fat, wtf! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-779102614009694905?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/779102614009694905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=779102614009694905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/779102614009694905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/779102614009694905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/miffy-darling.html' title='Miffy darling.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8286925001189354649</id><published>2010-11-23T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:28:58.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother has problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155242_1637618773241_1019887477_1762214_678258_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I have ugly eyebags :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148494_1637635373656_1019887477_1762254_4673846_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today, I hid kitty in my bag and I was carrying kitty everywhere I go. I am proud to have a pink teddy bear in my arms even when I'm already 16 years old because I love my kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents were quarreling, arguing over god knows what early in the morning which spoils my mood, extremely unhappy about this, especially when it's in the morning. Got out of my room and saw that Colgate peed outside my room's door, and it's still not cleared up, it bugs me more. I started the day with a really negative mood. Was supposed to report to school at 9am because of the skipping of bridging lessons. The actual time to report was 8am but Mdm lam said since she's reaching school at 9am, so I shall go school at 9am too and it ends at 1pm. So okay, I was half an hour late because I can't look right in my uniform. Every uniform I change into, I'd definitely look weird in it, hate that feeling! I need to buy new uniforms soon. Okay, so went to school and sleep =.=! First, talked to Mdm Lam awhile, then talked to Mr Lim awhile then the principal came and talked to me and question me cause I was sleeping. Hahaha. Mdm Lam released me earlier by half an hour so I left school at 12.30pm. Went to bus stop to wait for baby because he told me he was reaching soon. Met baby and waited for Georgina to reach. Went over to my place, talked laugh, screamed, giggled and everything. Went to bathe and Georgina went to find leen. Baby and I bus to Bedok to meet Daryl bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bro, sorry, was late again, so sorry. I feel so guilty so sorry it's my fault, really! Rushed to City hall, walked to Suntec and met up with Daryl's friends. They went to some shop to fill some forms(?). Afterthat, we went to have Subway and walked around Marina Square. Baby almost fell down at the shop 'Cactus' :(. Ke lian de ni ah babyboy. Hehehe. Walked around, they went to look at some samurai swords again or whatever. Walked back to Suntec and we went to my place. Played blackjack and daidee. Ate Char Kuey Tiao and Georgina joined us awhile later. Baby and Daryl went off at close to 10pm. Aw, thanks baby for helping me win my money back, I love you. Georgina's staying over (: I am growing fatter by the day.. Seriously... )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/150087_1637653094099_1019887477_1762321_2499746_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thanks for everything babyboy. Kitty loves you. Meow ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8286925001189354649?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8286925001189354649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8286925001189354649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8286925001189354649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8286925001189354649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-mother-has-problems.html' title='My mother has problems'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1134559649672086847</id><published>2010-11-22T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:48:38.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Massively took a whole lot of pictures today. I'm gonna spam pictures  for today's post. I noticed I haven't been spamming photos for long, I  kinda miss that feeling! I bet you all miss my pictures too keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76081_1637660054273_1019887477_1762339_7478789_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;And so, this is the house....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76351_1637660894294_1019887477_1762341_1129543_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;And knock knock, whose there?! Omg there's door&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/75303_1637634293629_1019887477_1762252_3999201_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, baby came over in the morning, at about 9.30am. When he was on his way, I  ordered McDonalds and waited for him to come over. So, after he came  over, our breakfast came and we ate ^-^! I went to shower and prepared  to go out. Was late, Daryl bro was waiting for us at tamp and he was  really annoyed because we were late. Met Georgina up at Tamp interchange and I rushed to the toilet due to a mega stomach ache. Okay, let's skip that part, HAHAHAHEHEHE. Went up the weird weird building with all of them as they wanted to go to their agency. Headed to dhoby and we went to Plaza Sing's Starhub to find Daryl's girlfriend. We then walked around and we went to Build-a-bear. I've been into that shop for more than 10 times, have been waiting for people to buy for me a pink bear these few years but noone did. Baby bought the pink bear that I've always been eyeing on. I'm damn happy I swear. I swear I swear I swear. I'm freaking jumping for joy now. The shop assistant there took me for a small girl and she told me to take a heart and make a wish and put the heart into the tummy of the bear. I was like "Okay!" Hahaha. I was acting like a small kid in that store I'm just overjoyed. The shop assistant's name was also Georgina, haha random. Okay, then she even said this to me," I'm going to put this barcode into the bear. If your bear disappeared and ran away, you can come back for a refund". What the fuck. Seriously!!! I even bathe my bearbear. The last step was to name my bear so that they can print the birth certificate for my bear. So welcome Kitty to Earth :)   (Yes, my bear is named Kitty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, baby and daryl went to look at the samurai swords and stuffs. We walked to Lucky plaza. I had a bar of crunchie chocolate but baby didn't allow me to finish it. He told me it was heaty but he ate it for me instead! Damn, my chocolate!!!!! But it's okay, I know what he did was for my own good, so I'll listen to him ^^! Went to lucky plaza, said hi to the people there, visited my godmother awhile, bought a new bag, went to visit uncle patrick @ his magic shop and off we went to look for leen. Trained to mountbatten, met leen and walked to her place. Once again, I ate... ALOT! I swear. Slept on leen's bed for about an hour while the rest were playing Mahjong! Bored max but bobian, they were enjoying, I really didn't want to be a wet blanket just because I didn't understand how to play Mahjong! Ended up, I did became the wet blanket and I did throw attitude lah, sorry bitches and bastards, didn't mean to be angry but I just hate feeling left out because of stupid things. Had dinner @ leen's place and went back home. Daryl went to fetch his girlfriend from work and baby sent me home. I'm happy because I have kitty to hug at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures time!!! I won't really post all, But I'll post some pics, kinda lazzzzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/149511_1631419018251_1019887477_1749856_7757664_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76373_1631417338209_1019887477_1749849_5743301_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/74100_1631416778195_1019887477_1749847_2865850_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148800_1637614373131_1019887477_1762209_1042131_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148687_1637645013897_1019887477_1762298_4577873_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148549_1637638773741_1019887477_1762262_6598814_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/77157_1637652134075_1019887477_1762319_4867208_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/77118_1637614853143_1019887477_1762211_4576721_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76825_1637651214052_1019887477_1762318_1341348_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76625_1637629013497_1019887477_1762234_6546574_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/75878_1637619093249_1019887477_1762215_1606059_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/75351_1637626533435_1019887477_1762229_6609891_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/75342_1637613973121_1019887477_1762207_5837329_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/75300_1637638533735_1019887477_1762261_7607347_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/75151_1637653694114_1019887477_1762322_6657007_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/74822_1637629893519_1019887477_1762238_1753353_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/74257_1637643213852_1019887477_1762282_2476299_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/74047_1637642333830_1019887477_1762275_7289678_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/149999_1637636653688_1019887477_1762257_2930641_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/150217_1637636013672_1019887477_1762255_4075765_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/154491_1637652654088_1019887477_1762320_7406597_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/154986_1637646173926_1019887477_1762307_3305459_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155010_1637643973871_1019887477_1762289_7319785_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155071_1637640253778_1019887477_1762271_435431_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155110_1637613693114_1019887477_1762206_3921112_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155155_1637633413607_1019887477_1762249_5685741_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155305_1637648133975_1019887477_1762312_277555_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/149550_1637633013597_1019887477_1762246_4105053_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/150825_1637636293679_1019887477_1762256_1484310_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babyyy meee and kittttyyy yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE has unlimited text messages, but sadly, I don't have it. I have to upgrade my phone soon. I sooo wanna get a blackberry but I know that will still be long. I have to save money as I just bought myself an ipod touch last week. Argh, sucks to be poor. I need to save another $330 before I can start spending. I just don't feel secure when my bank is below the amount that I yearn for. So yeah, I'm broke, for real. I want a blackberry! I swear. If not, at least a phone that's better than the one I'm using now. I've been using this for 4 years! Can anyone imagine that!? Argh, it does suck to be me. I came to this topic because someone forward a text to me, as much as I hate chain messages, I just don't wish to risk this one because it scares for hell out of me, IN ADDITION, I just want to play safe, just in case. ALSO because I don't have unlimited SMS, I can't possibly send this to everyone. Especially when I have no idea if it's true or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, this is what the text says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;IMPORTANT: This message is for every girl who goes to work, college or school alone: if u find a child crying on the road showing his/her address &amp;amp; asking u to take them there, take them to police station no matter what u do. Don't go to that address, this is a new way for gang members to rape females. Pls fwd this to all girls &amp;amp; boys so they can inform all friends and family members&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is damn retarded for me to post this because I don't believe them, but it just spook me out. Sorry people for all these craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76658_1637634733640_1019887477_1762253_7962201_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, this is my new baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1134559649672086847?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1134559649672086847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1134559649672086847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1134559649672086847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1134559649672086847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/kitty.html' title='Kitty'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-4708944736064786141</id><published>2010-11-21T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:05:09.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninjas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't intend to blog today because nothing special is going on. I just had my breakfast + lunch + dinner. 3 in 1 meal. It's mashed potato and cheese fries. Yes, it's a potato meal (Quoted from baby) hehe. Despite feeling so bloated and lazy, I still crawled out of my bed and blog because I saw something cute in facebook that my sister just posted. My sister created an event in facebook, she's only 8 and she knows how to create an event. What the heck, hahaha! Don't know where she got all her wacky ways to find out all about facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/HAHA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw that? She's planning on making this Christmas special. I can't wait!! I'm gonna RSVP to this event HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, gonna continue with this post. Kenneth Tan just asked me if there's anyone who wants to mahjong with him, dexter and Willy. Hmmm. I don't know how to help him look for another person but still, anyone who wants, please, by all means, get his email and next time he'll find you personally for mahjong sessions! Mingjie just asked me in Msn to recommend him to places (preferably romantic places) that he can bring his girlfriend to. What a thoughtful guy! My baby boy is at the Airport now with his parents fetching his sister. And so this is Angela reporting live from her home. Omg, freaking bored. Can't believe I managed to survive being at home, alone, for the entire day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/148813_1631408777995_1019887477_1749832_5740093_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/74219_1631414178130_1019887477_1749834_1087886_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-4708944736064786141?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/4708944736064786141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=4708944736064786141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4708944736064786141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4708944736064786141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/ninjas.html' title='Ninjas'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-9081573760152390297</id><published>2010-11-20T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:16:20.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the end of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/76442_1631427458462_1019887477_1749865_1913958_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating yesterday, nothing much happened actually but I remembered all I did yesterday was to laugh laugh and laugh. Was supposed to go school for self studying but I woke up late. I can't believe I woke up late again, I bet I disappoint Mdm Lam once again (Inserts sad face). The actual plan was to go school and baby will fetch me from school then we'll just rot. I don't mind rotting for hours with him and just stare at him the whole time, keke. The initial plan got ruined and so, baby came over at 1pm when I was having some problems with Charlotte babygirl. Cried and met baby, had a biggg hug from him. I felt so down that I called Georgina up. Went to buy chicken rice and headed to the void deck of Georgina's house. Asked leen to come down and we talked a while. Went up to Georgina's house and ate~ . Had free facial from Georgina's mother, like a cool only. We went to the doctors with leen and then we headed to my place. Got us some snacks and went to my house to munch on them. Watched tv and talked alot of nonsense with Georgina, leen and baby. I kept knocking my head :O. Baby kept sayang my head eh~ hehe I'm a happy girl. Leen and Georgina went off to parkway at 6.30, poor Georgina got forced to go with leen. And so, I slept until 8 plus with baby until Charlotte called and we ate dinner together! Met Charlotte at 121 and saw her shiny new nose piercing, hehe. Ate with them, then baby went off at 9.30pm. Charlotte came over to my place and she tried damn long to put the earstick into her nose piercing. Charlotte went off at 11 and I chat with baby on the phone from 12+ to 2am+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 9. Prepared and met leen up at Mountbatten Mrt. Collected her home made cooked dishes hehe. Leen cycled to the Mrt, waited for cab with me then she went home. It started raining heavily and baby called me up. He bought umbrella down to wait for me. Went over to baby's place, greeted his mama o_o (awkward) then started eating ^^. After eating I went to sleep. I've turned into a pig lately and I'm hating it. I think I've probably gained 2 kgs or so these few days. My mood have been so great that I keep eating. I need to stop. I just ate plate of fried eggs. Why can't I control myself?! Hate it hate it hate it. Okay, after I woke up, I went to Loyang point (I THINK) to have bubbletea and McSpicy. Then back to baby's house. Daryl bro came over and we played daidee and so on. Went off baby's house at 8pm and bus home ;) Love that zebra boy. Hehe. Seriously I'm short :( . Jialat now Daryl bro got topman card, sure hao lian to the max of the max of the max of the max sia. I need to stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/155250_1631414938149_1019887477_1749839_1046301_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-9081573760152390297?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/9081573760152390297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=9081573760152390297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9081573760152390297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9081573760152390297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/until-end-of-time.html' title='Until the end of time'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-4609056192982902888</id><published>2010-11-18T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:46:38.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/73889_1631415498163_1019887477_1749843_1438657_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm worth more than hatred from random people who I don't give a shit in my life. Seriously, you think you can piss me off by telling me I don't know what love is? Loving a boyfriend that I just had is against the law? If I don't love him, I wouldn't have gotten together with him in the first place. Please, exercise your brain and think properly before you want to comment. You're just a random person who reads my blog, who gives you the rights to comment about my life? (: Gtfo if you have nothing nice to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, went over to find baby in the morning. Super early in the morning. Rested for awhile, took a shower and went out to meet Georgina at Tampines. Had lunch with baby, Daryl, Daryl's gf, Georgina and Chuwen. After eating, Chuwen went back to work, leen joined us and we all went to get our movie tickets! After buying our tickets, we went to the arcade to play some games before we went into the theaters and my babyboy lost the basketball game in the arcade to leen! Watched megamind and it's freaking cute, I like I like! Yes, I have the small girl cells in my body, I'll act like a small kid when it comes to cartoon and princesses and pink stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, baby bought me a screen protector and cover for my ipodtouch~ Bus over to downtown and met up with Kenneth, Roubing, Willy, Francis, Jx, Bryan and alot more eh! Talk a little, drank a little and went off to white sands to meet Joyce awhile. Leen went back because she wasn't feeling well. Leeeen, take good care of yourself! Rest more and rest well! Slacked around white sands for awhile and baby went to redeem the free applepie from the Mcdonalds monopoly game labels. Baby took bus 21 with me and Georgina as he wanted to accompany me. Daryl went to take another bus back with his other friend that he chanced upon at Pasir ris interchange. Baby went back, Georgina went over to my place to watch the 9pm show and she went off. Baby, sorry that I drank without asking you and sorry that I can't help much when you're having problems. Wah i feel fucking crappy and useless now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going school for self study tomorrow ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image412.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-4609056192982902888?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/4609056192982902888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=4609056192982902888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4609056192982902888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4609056192982902888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6360853319931525006</id><published>2010-11-17T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:15:59.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo + Science centre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Desmond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr Desmond Neo. You know that I love you and I will definitely cherish you. I'll never leave you alone, never neglect you and I'll be a girlfriend that you'll never regret being with. Thanks for everything, thanks for the love you've given me :). Baby boy I love you, buy a peacock from the zoo for me will you? (: You're my one and only, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Daryl bro and baby wanted this couple outing. So I went over to find baby in the morning. Saw Kenneth at Gabriel's house bus stop. They went tonning again! Kenneth's friend boarded the same bus as me and just nice, she stays at pasir ris. So, I asked her to teach me where should I alight the bus because baby was still sleeping! When my bus is around Tampines, baby called me and once he knew that I was on the bus, he rushed to the bus stop. He just woke up and yet he still rush like mad. I told him to walk slowly but he still rushed over and crossed over the overhead bridge to fetch me. We went over to his place and I caught some sleep as I was tired. Baby went to bathe and soon after, we went to (I don't know what is that place called) and we met Daryl. Whoop, Daryl dyed his hair black and seriously, it's damn black! After meeting Daryl, bought bubbletea and waited for Daryl's dad to fetch bring us to Tampines. Daryl's dad drove us to baby's house first as baby forgot to bring a paper, afterthat, we headed to Tampines 1. Went to eat chicken rice because the day before I dreamt of chicken rice. Thanks baby, you fulfill my chicken rice dream! ;) Daryl's cousin came over to talk to Daryl and we went to take a puff after eating. All of us complained that the sun was so scorching hot and baby told me about this story that I think I heard before... About, there was one time in the past where there were 10 suns and there was this guy who used arrows to shoot down 9 suns and now the last one still making us humans dehydrate. Baby said he would wanna be the one who shoot the last sun down!!! Hehehe. The sun was really so hot that I was worried about going to the zoo with that stupid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit kenken again as we were at T1 and then we went to the agency for awhile then we went to Tampines mall and I got myself an iPodtouch. I didn't know why did I buy it but I just felt like buying so. $328 bucks fly! Now, I don't even use it. I'm good at wasting money eh but it've been long since I spent so much on myself. So I'm glad (: Afterthat, we headed to Ang mo kio to meet Daryl's girlfriend. I clean forgotten about the existence of circle line lor. Asshole, took the train to Cityhall, then went to Ang mo kio. So freaking long! Met Daryl's girlfriend and we went to took the bus to Zoo. Seriously, the weather was so threatening. Baby's fault! He said he wanted to shoot the last sun down and guess what, the sun disappeared! Hehehe. That silly boy! When we reached the zoo, the rain was so heavy that we couldn't go in. We planned to buy raincoats and go in but the person said it wasn't worth it because all the animals would be enclosed :( . Daryl said it was my fault because it was my awesome idea to head to the zoo but then it rained. So baby took side with me and asked Daryl to blame it on him hehehe, sweet boy! Baby asked me where I'd like to go, he'd definitely bring me. So, I told him, I wanna go Flyer, Science centre and zoo! So when Daryl asked where should we go next, baby suggested science centre. I was so shocked O_O! I was afraid Daryl would scold baby and said that he's crazy. Buttttt, Daryl was like ,"Science centre!? Eh, I also wanna go!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried calling for a cab but the line was super busy so I hung up the call. And we decided to wait for the bus to Choa chu kang then we cab over to Science centre instead. Then, they had a change of plans again, they wanted to take a cab instead... but the line at the taxi stand was super long, so it was baby's 'good' idea to look for the entrance of the zoo and we shall take a cab from the road that all the cabs came from. Clever him eh, full of wacky ideas~! So we cabbed over to Science centre and I was sleeping the whole journey. When we reached Science centre, we went in and I swear that baby boy suddenly became from a mature guy into a... .. .. small kid that just went into a toys store. I swear. I love it when he acts like a kid sometimes, it's just damn adorable. After playing around at Science centre, we were all hungry that we decided to go Mcdonalds to eat. I bought the astronaut ice cream that I've seen from Xiaxue's guide to life. After eating, we went to take another puff and there's this indian lady who ask me to do her a favour : To go mcdonalds and take a spoon for her.. I actually agreed to help her, so I happily ran to McDonalds and get her a spoon. Baby was shocked and he was like "Why did she ask you to take a spoon.. She want, she can go get it herself." His reaction was damn cute, I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after eating, we went back into the Science centre and we played a fool again. Daryl and his girlfriend's face are like 100% identical and daryl's bestfriend, the monkey is also at Science centre. Freaking annoying eh that monkey! Baby and Daryl kept playing the ice thingy at Science centre too. Hah, freaking cute eh my babyboy ;) We walked to Jurong East Mrt, baby sent me back home and Daryl sent his girlfriend home. We didn't go back together because of my probation, aww sorry Daryl. Baby came over to my place and he tried to help me fix the ipodtouch thingy but he didn't have the time so he went off at 11pm. Love that sweet boy! Talked to baby on the phone till 2am+ and we went to sleeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby went to Woodlands today to his relative's house and we webcammed just now ;) . Miss him so much~~~! Baby told me he'll teach me poa but the fact is he don't know poa! He said he wanted to learn poa from his friends just to teach me poa! Tarded baby! Now Georgina is at my place and we watching tv! I took more than 3 hours to post these 2 posts. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby playing dai dee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;(Read the post at the bottom, it's a new post that I just posted just now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-6360853319931525006?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/6360853319931525006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=6360853319931525006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6360853319931525006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6360853319931525006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/zoo-science-centre.html' title='Zoo + Science centre.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-9074752002458295212</id><published>2010-11-17T14:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:56:29.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, all of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back these 2 months, I'd really wanna thank so so sooo many people. Let me start by posting their pics first and hopefully they won't kill me or sue me for posting their pics. I'm not that type who'd take people for granted. I admit, I used to, but after losing so many people, I think it's time to start cherishing people, even if they've done little small insignificant acts for me. Every small insignificant acts are really significant actually, it's just up to me to see it in a different view. So somehow, all these people that I'm gonna post their pics and blog about somehow, someway, did helped me go through the toughest time of my life, in one way or another. By accompanying and entertaining me whenever I'm down and when I have nothing to do and my thoughts make me feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here are the pictures in no particular order or whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Char.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Charlotte- The bitch who will always be there for me. I'm another  bitch who will always love her for whoever she is and for however she  will become. She's the motherfucker who will always do anything to cheer  me up, say random things that will make me smile and basically, she's  the one I love. Babe, no matter how much I scold you, I just want you to  know that I love you and I'd thank God any day that he've blessed me  with an awesome friend like you. Thanks for all these support and  everything you have done to help me quit smoking and to forget assholes  in my life. So sorry that sometimes I scream at you when you ask me not  to smoke but in fact it's actually me who asked you to control me not to  smoke. I love you babygirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Gabken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth &amp;amp; Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Kenneth - I really don't know what to thank you for. Hmm. Thanks for cheering me up and making me laugh like mad at times. Sometimes your black face piss me off but it's okay, brothers always piss their sister off right? Haha, you'd spam my facebook wall, bring me all the way to Farrer Park and ended up sit there for hours and not do anything AND you play with my eyelashes when I told you not to. You piss me off 100% but you're still a brother I'd never wish to lose because you're worth it ah bro! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel- You asshole these few days talk to me like I owe you $10000. I only owe you your beanie hor! Haha, anyways, now we stopped meeting so much because you're so busy and I wanna see you soon! I know that you'll be there for me whenever I'm down! Thanks for accompanying me for my dental appointment that day when I didn't want to go down alone because I wasn't used to being alone. Thanks for accompanying me everywhere that I wanna go. SORRY for that day I made you wait 2 hours at Citylink. I'm always late, I know! :) Still, you're my best father, brother and toyfriend. You're a person that I'll never forget and I will never want you to disappear like how you did after primary school. You're a true friend Gabriel, thanks for being there when I needed someone! You're the one who always will make me break into strings of laughter everyday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Leen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Leen- Hey sweetheart! You'd always talk to me whenever I needed someone to talk to. You'll share my happiness and carry my burdens any day and I love you for that. Although we didn't use to be close but we still managed to keep close in contact until now and I love you so much! Thanks for coming down just to accompany me and thanks for being willing to accompany me down to Clementi just to fetch Daryl and Desmond although we ended up not going to Clementi. Thanks for treating me like a small princessy daughter and help blowdry my hair patiently. Thanks for backing me up that night at Tampines when that person hung my call. You're a protective friend and I'd be there for you whenever you need me. Babe, I'm 8 digits away, I'd be there for you to share your joy and carry your sorrows like how you did for me. I may not always rush down 24/7 just to find you to wipe your tears or lend you a shoulder to lean on but I'll always be right by my phone, preparing to answer your calls, to talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Roubing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Roubing-  Bingbing! I know you're a busy girl and you're going to be a busy auntie soon. Still, thanks for rushing down on the very day of the break up that night. You rushed down, brought lunch box with fried rice that your mother cooked and kept asking me to eat because you've bought extra. Thanks for making the effort down just to catch up with me even though you're busy with work and other friends. Our clique may not really be considered as a clique anymore but you're still my baby, my bingbing and my mama kangaroo? Haha, I love you just as much as I used to. We'd take a day off for both of us to do some catching up and I'll bring Desmond to meet you too okay bingbing? You're a sister that I won't fail to update you about my life. Love you chen bing bing! Let's go out after my probation and be wild girls out at night like how we used to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Willy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Prata koh Willy- You're damn one of a kind. You'll ask me out at all the weird times of the day just to ask me to go out and eat with you! You're also just another brother that I won't wanna lose. Thanks for trying to help me out after the break up although we both know you can't help much. Thanks for accompanying me when I don't know who to talk to. You're my brother, my prata! You can be quite retarded at times with your weird dreams of hot girls and alien or whatever but you're damn nice I swear. After my probation I'd bring you out and we'll have fun okay! I've drifted from all of you so much after I have probation and I wanna get you guys back ;)! Altho I've drifted from you guys but still, all of you have never left my heart :) Come back for Sec 5!!! So that we can have recess together as a bunch like how we've always been like. Jia you Willy in whatever you do! I'll bring Desmond and you to hang out with each other I bet you both can be damn talkative together since you both are such nice people to hang out with. AND I know you'll be nice to my boyfriend right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Georgina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Georgina- Hi girl, you're my place lying on my bed and playing your handphone games now. Okay, I'll start off with this first, we all know I don't have a good impression of you ever since the start that I met you. I'm a really soft hearted person and I have to admit that I hate you like crazy cause of the way you annoy me all the time. Well, not only annoy me but you annoy everyone. You won't blame me for saying this right, as you know I'm straight forward but, I can say you're nice and caring. When people throw you to one corner, I feel bad. Altho I tried being mean and heartless but I can't. I mean, you were there for me whenever you could too. You did advice me on little things like how I advice you on some particular things. I can be mean, but I can be really nice too. I won't ditch you like how others did because you've never ditched me before. Thanks for being nice to me all these while and coming out to find me, to accompany me wherever I would wanna go sometimes. Thanks for everything even tho you've never done much for me but I won't neglect what you've done, even the slightest stuffs :) You've been a good friend. All the best and hope you'll find someone you really love soon. Heed my advice now, forget the past and live for your future ya? (: Go Sec5 and study hard and trust me, you'll find someone who loves you and who you really love in poly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Reydon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reydon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Reydon - Hi reyrey. It have been a long time since we last had heart to heart talks. I know you've been busy with your school/work/relationship/friends. I've been pretty busy but I would take the time to meet you guys up once in awhile. Thanks for being there for me, to talk to me maturely and try to calm me down whenever I broke down. Thanks for being such a caring brother to me and thanks for introducing your bunch of mature friends to me that I love hanging out with. You're one that I would really listen to when you have problems and would cheer you up. I can't cheer you up like how you cheer me up. You'd say random, retarded, stupid, epic stuffs that will make people laugh like a madman. I can't say stupid stuffs or do stupid actions/gestures but I can cheer you up with words like how I always did. I can assure you that I won't let anything pull you down cause you've never let anything bring me down. The past few months, you'd always call me up whenever I drop you a text and you'll talk to me for hours until your phone has no more prepaid and you'll never blame me for it. You're always delighted to help me out and to guide me out of the darkness and I'm thankful for that. I shall meet you soon and we can laugh like crazy and everyone will stare at us laugh and think that we're crazy alright. We will meet up soon, we will!!! (: Good luck in everything you do okay reyrey, I'll be there when you need me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Waikun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waikun&lt;br /&gt;8) Waikun- Hi brother! Thanks for the times that you accompanied me until 6am every morning. We'd just talk about random things and I'll rap in the webcam with Charlotte and you'll just stare at us with that sleepy face hahaha! Thanks for coming down to Bedok when I asked you too and thanks for treating me like your little sister! Sorry for the time that I will say that you're annoying because you ARE REALLY annoying when you smack my head, pull my hair and practically just torture me with your strength that I can't break free from, but still, you're a brother that I won't forget!!! Thanks for everything and I know I will meet you bunch soon :) WE WILLLL HEHHEHE. Hope everything's going well for you. Good luck, meow~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Zhengkai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Zheng Kai - Hello you! It's been a long time since I talked to you :( ! Miss the time when you will text me at really random times of the day telling me to eat more, smoke less, be guai and study hard. I have to admit you're a really naggy person for a guy but I still like the naggy feeling because at least I know someone cares for me! It've been a long long long time but still I know you're busy with so many things! Thanks for the time when I was angry and I would call you up to complain to you. Thanks for those little things you've done to make me feel that someone still cares for me. You're like an older brother that everyone will want and need. A very nice person to be with and hope you'll get your license/car soon hehe! Jia you zheng kai! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Desmondgoh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond fatfat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Desmond- Hi desmond goh fatfat stupid bendan monkey. I know we haven't been chatting much lately because I'm always going out and you're busy with school + work!  It's okay I won't neglect you much because you've always been there for me on msn/phone/meet ups. You'll always always always be there for me and you're such an awesome person. You'll meet up with me and accompany me for my reporting sessions with Charlotte and I would pull you to Tampines and make you leave late! I'm sorry that you had to go back all the way to Jurong by yourself! Thanks for always sending me back whenever we will meet and thanks for meeting me at Dhoby that night for dinner with kaixun and Charlotte! You're really awesome to the extent that I have nothing much to comment on your flaws because basically you have none. Hey hey~! Hope you're fine and we shall meet up soon whenever we can and we can talk nonsense and I can complain things to you and you will always console me. I miss those times we webcam and talk nonsense every night hahahaha. Best monkey brother ever Desmond. And you got the same name as my boyfriend! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Clauson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clauson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Clauson - Hello. I got nothing much to say to you because we rarely talk. Still, as much as this post is redundant for me to write but I think I need to because you're a really nice person! I know everyone I meet, I'll say that they're nice but it's true what! I'd always complain to you and you'd always listen and console me. You'd disiao/tease me like everyone but I take no offence because you're nice to me afterall! Thanks for advising me on random small stuffs and listening to the small complains I have about people. Thanks for asking me to play blackshot and I keep dying hahahaha. I'd always remember how I know you and your bunch of friends. You're nice, really nice! Meet up soon if possible hehehe bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Aiden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruisong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ruisong - Hi gong dai, it've been long too right? It's really not easy writing so many things for you guys (GALTS) because basically all of you have done things that made me feel cared for and smile. And I always meet all of you together so it's not easy writing different things for all of you. Still, thanks for webcamming/accompanying me all the time and you're nice too! Hahaha. Haven't seen you for quite a while and hopefully we can meet up soon with the rest of them. Thanks for caring so much for me and advising me on small stuffs. Thanks for listening to all my troubles and everything (: Meow, see you sooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Daryl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Daryl - Hi bro! Seriously, knowing you is like, really pure luck. It's fate right bro? I remembered clearly that I deleted my msn and I went to Facebook to ask you where should I download the old version of msn and that's how we started off talking.. We talked about so many things and we slowly talked about my dog and then we met up and I knew Desmond. So somehow, it's all predestined and really thanks to fate. As much as I don't believe in fate, this proves me wrong. Somehow you annoy me sometimes but we both know I'll never blame you much because you're my bro! I'd be there for you whenever you're down and I'll never let you have your 'alone time' because I know you need someone like me, a sister, to guide you thru your problems! You are a xiao didi, admit it. It's damn awesome to hang out with you and your girlfriend. Needless to say, we'll definitely meet up, soon enough, maybe tomorrow or the day after! You're a brother that I will never say no to or walk away without, I promise! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Joyce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Joyce kaylee - HI HAHAHA GIRL I LOVE YOU, YOU SHOULD KNOW. Even if we haven't officially met up and talk nonsense but I think we've done enough of introducing each other and talking about small general stuffs. You're a person whom I've never really met up with but I still can pour everything out to you. I just love the way you are. Even if we've only met one accidentally in the same mrt cabin but I just feel comfortable with you. Talking about the indians and china people in bus 65, to talking about relationship, to talking about your hair and everything. You're just such an awesome buddy to have. We're not close, but we're not really the opposite of close right. We're not strangers or whatsoever. I just love you for helping me in so many things and I swear I won't forget you or throw you one side. You've never shared much to me about your sorrows but I'm sure everyone will have their own problems. when you know me well, trust me much, you can turn to me I promise I won't ever let anyone hurt you because you're mine. I love you Joyce muackmuackmuack. Hehehe. Just, thanks so much for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Shangyi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shang yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Shang yi - Hi. Nothing much to say because you annoy me just like how Kenneth annoys me. One good example - Spamming my facebook. Second example - Scold me kaobei for no reason. But I know you're nice and I know you're a person I can talk to when I need someone to entertain me. Haha, really knowing you is like, fun. Just fun. Altho you won't really listen to what I have to say but you have the heart to be thoughtful, caring and a clown. Thanks for everything, you're like a brother, I have nothing much to say but I would meet you up soon oki! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Sean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Sean - Yo xiao ah beng! You are my good didi and I love you! Hehe. I have so much to thank you for. Thanks for accompanying me in school when all the sec 4s have their prelims and N lvls. Thanks for trying to cheer me up whenever I feel down. You did a great job as my didi and I'll cherish you. Don't forget, I got the same pattern as your sister hor. If you're naughty you die, we both sure slap you. :) Don't learn or go the wrong path and be mature okay. Don't do things rashly and you can call me up whenever you need me I'll be there for you 24/7 too :). You're a true brother. Thanks for asking me out when you know I don't wanna be home alone because I'll keep thinking of stupid things. Thanks for...... hmm... basically everything! Ni shi wo de hao didi ^^! Meet you soon bro. I wanna catch up with you and intro you to Desmond :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Jacinda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Jahlianda - Jahlianda ay~ Thanks for always advising me on random stuffs. I feel weird whenever I ask you about relationship stuffs because you're younger than me and by right I should be the one advising you. Hehe. You're a nice nice nice nice x 1000 person and I know you know everyone knows you are damn caring and you always make me laugh when I'm with you. "Mei ge ren dou zhi dao ta" *Takes chop sticks and knock everything* Haha. I like it when you and me annoy Marcus together. You're a nice junior and I'd definitely marry you if Gahbengin won't kill me. You make me smile like mad because you put dirty chopsticks in your mouth. No matter what people say or do to you to bring you down, just don't give a fuck because you know you're worth more than hatred. You should be loved because you're adorable and you're just lika ahlian. Love you girl. We shall catch up soon. I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-9074752002458295212?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/9074752002458295212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=9074752002458295212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9074752002458295212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9074752002458295212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-all-of-you.html' title='Thank you, all of you'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1798901530508681071</id><published>2010-11-15T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:56:30.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>151110</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winkwink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Leen, Georgina, Jeannie, Rachel and Daryl are in my house playing daidee. I didn't join in the fun, didn't have the mood. My room was super cramp and I feel so freaking bad if I squeezed in. I am fat, I don't wanna squeeze in and make everyone feel like I'm trying to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, today, I was supposed to meet Georgina at 10am but she was an hour late.. Still, I didn't flare up because I'm in a great mood today. I just can't believe that I'm really able to call baby mine. Seriously, I am happy. Went to Tampines and waited for baby and bro to arrive. We went to Pizzahut and eat. Yumyum. After pizzahut, we went back to T1 to walk around. Walked around T1 and visited Kenken when baby and bro were at couple lab talking to their friend. Headed over to Expo and met Roy too. Accompanied baby and bro to their work place and Georgina, Roy and I left for Mountbatten. Met up with leen and Roy's friend's joined us later, went to Leisure park. I got bullied by Roy! That chao ah gua keep bullying me!!! I pretended to be pissed off and not talk to him afterthat. Hehehe. Back to Expo, Roy and his friend went to Tampines, and went to Texas chicken with leen and Georgina. I wanted to text baby to tell him that I'm going to rest at Texas chicken and he can contact me by calling leen.... but..... baby suddenly appeared hahaha omg i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of them ate, we went to Petal to meet Shanice, Jeannie and Rachel. Shanice went off and they all headed to my house. They played daidee and all yay. Baby, Daryl, Georgina and me ate Char kuey tiao~ hehe. Yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baby I smoke alot today. I know I'm called a liar because I promise I won't smoke. Shit. I'll try my best to not smoke tomorrow. I'll try!!! Give me time pleaseeeeee I promise I'll be able to quit smoking. :(   I hope you like your new shirt today! Bunnyboy zebraboy. Damn, I miss the chicken rice dream! And please remind me to shake my milo next time ok! The taste sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Desmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1798901530508681071?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1798901530508681071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1798901530508681071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1798901530508681071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1798901530508681071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/151110.html' title='151110'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3354121913065412201</id><published>2010-11-15T03:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:55:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ D .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I can't fucking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the phone with baby since 12am+. When it was 2am+, we both were quiet and ...... baby kept asking me why was I so quiet. Obviously there wasn't any particular reasons for me to be quiet. Hehe. Then awhile later, baby asked "Are you using the computer now?" I said "Nooooooooo" but I went facebook straight away!!! Guess what I saw!?!?!? Guess what I freaking saw!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/123-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. I smiled and .......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't freaking sleep now. Desmond, I love you k ^-^!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3354121913065412201?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3354121913065412201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3354121913065412201&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3354121913065412201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3354121913065412201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/d.html' title='♥ D .'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7636379772287784613</id><published>2010-11-15T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:20:42.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning/afternoon, it was raining and tarded texted me something freaking cute. He said he still haven't woke up from his sleep but he just want me to take care and be careful because it's raining heavily. He's worried and he dropped a text. He's freaking sweet I swear. Okay anyway, met up with lover at my area's bus stop. The way I dress today is weird but I it didn't bug me at all because I didn't give a damn. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(1stick)&lt;/span&gt;. Went to take bus 8 to Tampines. Went to the ATM at the MRT and then we went to Century Square to have our lunch. At the food court, I saw someone who looks like my cousin but I couldn't confirm that it was him. I stared at him for damn long and finally, he looked at me. So, I gestured him to come over and he seemed shocked... And I felt that it was so awkward because I thought for a moment there that he wasn't my cousin. Ended up, it indeed is my cousin. Talked to him for a little while and realized that he haven't been going home for damn long because his parents chased him out. That little ass didn't want to go home because he knows he won't be allowed to go out if he goes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (1 stick)&lt;/span&gt;, went to the arcade to look at people play the fishing game. Then headed over to Tampines' arcade to look at two small girls dance. Sandy and I watched the two girls damn long, they danced really well, sometimes they even look like frogs jumping around. Which was extremely cuteeee. Called tarded and asked him out, he agreed♥. Headed over to Hersheys and waited for Charlotte as her break was at 5pm. Accompanied Charlotte for her break and listened to Charlotte while she starts her story telling sessions. After Charlotte finish eating, tarded came and we went to accompany Chuwen for her break. Sandy went off :). After Chuwen ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(1stick)&lt;/span&gt;, me and tarded went off to T1 while Chuwen went back to Hersheys. Me and tarded went to T1's couple lab to talk to the fella there(Idk his name sorry hahaha). Afterthat we went to the place where Ken is working at. Talked to Ken and looked at hamsters and rabbits. Then tarded sent me back home♥&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (1 stick)&lt;/span&gt;. Bought cheese fries and milktea. Talked to tarded alot today hehe. My parents came back and everything, then tarded and me was still talking at the lift landing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(1 stick) &lt;/span&gt;hahaha. Sorry stupid idiot tarded that you got scolded by your dad ;( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tarded left, me, my mama and papa were talking. First time talk until like friends. We three were talking about tarded. Hahahaha. ;). Just wanna let my parents know more about him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(1 stick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smoked 6 damn sticks today. Ffffffffffff-ing &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my hair like dora the explorer here. Suddenly became so short-.-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7636379772287784613?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7636379772287784613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7636379772287784613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7636379772287784613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7636379772287784613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/sandy-lover.html' title='Sandy lover'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3099626034486939417</id><published>2010-11-14T11:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:57:15.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so in love with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/PIC930Ftmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always do this to Cheryl "EH WEBCAM SEE IF I'M PROPERLY DRESSED LEH!" Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrow, Angela the cheerful girl is going to update you about how much hardship she've been through yesterday and that's why she didn't blog last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Daryl bro planned the night before yesterday.... We planned that, I head down to pasir ris at 6am and meet them to send tarded baby and bro to work. Also to give that tarded a surprise. So I agreed and I tried staying awake because once I sleep, I'm bound to overslept. Unfortunately, I still fell asleep... -.- . But fortunately, I woke up at 5.45am! It's quite amazing when I slept at 2.30am and I can automatically wake up at 5.45am. It's like God planned my life for me perfectly for yesterday. So, I headed over to pasir ris at 6am. Met tarded and bro at White sand's Mcdonalds. I can't believe I got damn full after eating a hashbrown. Haha. So after Mcdonalds &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Half a stick)&lt;/span&gt;, we headed to Clementi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Clementi, I walked them to the bustop and waited for the bus with them. The generous bro gave me another stick.. Hmmm. When their bus came, I hug hug tarded and off they went, I called Desmond Goh fatfat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(1 stick)&lt;/span&gt;, woke him up and told him I'll be heading over to jurong to meet him up since I have to go back to Clementi at 1pm to fetch tarded and bro from work. So, I took flight to jurong, 15 mins exactly and I reached there at 8.45am. I waited at Mcdonalds until 9.45am leh, stupiak desmond goh fat fat, 1 hour!!! :(  Oki, then I went to the toilet to apply my make up when I saw this guy walking into the girls toilet. I swear he's a guy.. He is really a guy.......... He washed his hands and all the auntie looked at him. He obviously realized something was weird but he still acted normal, looked into the mirror, smiled at himself and walk out. One auntie asked another auntie "Guys can come in meh?!" I had the urge to retort and say "Cannot lah, ahbeh~ What a question!" But that'll be rude. Desmond fatfat and me walked around Jurong point for about 10 minutes and we took bus to I don't know where to meet Reydon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Reydon while I narrate my many stories for him to listen hahaha! After 30mins, Reydon showed up and we accompanied him to eat. After Reydon finished eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(3 puffs)&lt;/span&gt;, he smoked 1 stick and he wanted to smoke another one -.-! I freaking screamed at him and asked him to put the other stick back into the cigarette box. That fucking heavy smoker. Okay, then we went to take bus 99. I phychoed des fatfat to accompany Reydon to take bus! So bus 99 to Clementi and I fell asleep the whole journey, shiok! It was about 12 when we were at Clementi. Tarded baby texted me and said he's ending work at 12.30pm. I got very very very confused. Because I promised des fatfat that I'll send him off to City hall before heading over back to Clementi. So I rushed to Cityhall with fatfat, topped up my card and rushed back to Clementi. I made it on time! So yeah, met them and we headed to Vivo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like.. I like the way when that tarded puts his hands behind me in the train and tells me "You don't need to hold the pole la. With me around, you won't fall" Wah like sweet only right, I like sia! Okay okay back to blogging, we went to Vivo, walked around like fools, went into ToysRus, looked at barbie dolls♥. That tarded seemed fucking high yesterday at ToysRus hahahaha I like I like, he's freaking cute I like. We went burger king and nat came. Ate and went to pet safari and looked at hamsters turtles dogs rabbits. Afterthat, we slacked all the way &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(1stick)&lt;/span&gt;. We trained to Bedok while Nat went home at 5pm++. We went to 85 to eat, :) . Then tarded and bro came over to my place. Daryl bro kept using the stupid laptop. Tarded was kpo-ing daryl bro and watching tv. I was... sleeping?? Haha. Okay, and then, tarded me and Daryl all fell asleep. I don't know how did we slept, maybe we were all just too tired. All of us woke up at 10+ and all went home. Bro left me his last stick. Thanks bro hehe.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (1stick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep when my msn dc and I thought tarded was angry with me :S He texted me like he's damn angry. Damn lor, scared the hell out of me. Me meeting Sandy lover today ;) Gonna do some catching up. I've never met her to go out before. This is the first, yay! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smoked 3 and a half sticks + 3 puffs. That's a weird way of counting cigarettes eh, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Des fatfat. I know this was long ago but I just felt like posting it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3099626034486939417?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3099626034486939417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3099626034486939417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3099626034486939417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3099626034486939417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-so-in-love-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m so in love with you'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-5907009685439014275</id><published>2010-11-13T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:07:42.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can be the prince and I can be the princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/69089_1600068674512_1019887477_1687630_4163845_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, You're the apple to my pie.&lt;br /&gt;You're the straw to my berry.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna marry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much crap and drama for today. It's bad enough that we like the same guy and you just can't stop giving me a bad impression of you. Fuck it, I don't give a fuck why should I be so bothered with this small shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, leen came over to my place when I told her I was gonna head down to clementi to fetch that tarded baby and daryl bro. Chatted and I went to shower at 6.15pm. After I bathe, Leen helped me to blow dry my hair. I'm just like a pampered bitch right :) . Afterthat, Daryl bro called me and said they ended work already.... 1 hour earlier than expected. So we changed our destination and headed over Tampines to wait for those two morons instead. Went to meet Charlotte awhile, went to the arcade to see people dance and I saw Yunzhao~! Met tarded and bro..... went to Safra that area. Alot of lj things happened. Leen was fucking pissed off. What more can I say? Anyway, next week's episode of Taiwan Tornado confirm fucking interesting, must watch ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks tarded baby. Sorry I bit you and pinch you and pulled your shirt and pinch your shirt and argh thanks for everything. I won't forget that you scolded me just because I put your wallet on the table! Tarded!!!! Angry!!!!! Well, I'm happy, I'm freaking happy about the fact that you're damn sensitive when it comes to your wallet. Better don't make it dirty and don't lose it or whatever or I'll kill you! :)  Whoop just receieved a long text from that tarded! Wheets. I smoked only 4 sticks today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte, Daryl, leen, Roubing, chuwen, carmen ( Whoever Carmen is) Please do cheer up please please please be happy. I love you guys. Can everyone just fucking be happy. Tho I'm pissed off like hell today but I'm really glad and I wanted to share with so many people the reasons as to why I'm happy but it seems that everyone is feeling super down. Seriously, it spoils my mood entirely witnessing everyone breaking down. It really sucks. Forget it, I'll go do something else. I know, asking you guys to cheer up, will never do you any good. But just to let you guys know, I'm a fucking good listening ear if anyone needs me okay babies :)  Since everyone is getting pissed on 12 November, I shall name today World's sadness day. 13 November is world's kindness day (For real). So, now, it's 2 hours past 12, I shall do everyone a kind deed and be a good listening ear. It's World's kindness day what! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-5907009685439014275?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/5907009685439014275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=5907009685439014275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5907009685439014275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5907009685439014275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-be-prince-and-i-can-be-princess.html' title='You can be the prince and I can be the princess'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3889286614263396971</id><published>2010-11-12T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:29:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby tarded :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, like malay maid I know! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ahma came back to visit me and my meimei. Now she nagging me like hell. She've bought chicken rice and brought it to my room but I haven't started eating it. (yes, I'm pampered child at home) Hahaha. So yea, tarded and Daryl bro started working already. Tarded texted me when he woke up and I replied him. Hehehe. He complained to me that the food there stinks ): kelian de tarded ah~. Lemme recall what happened yesterday, I can't think stright because my aunt is vacuuming the floor -.-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Errr, wanted to cab over to his place in the morning but I fell asleep and was 2 hours late... It's okay, went over to accompany him ^-^! Met Daryl while we two waited for tarded to bathe.. (3 puffs) we went over to Tampines after tarded was done. Went to POSB to gaodim Daryl's nets card activation and we went to eat KFC. After KFC (3 puffs) we headed to T1. Saw kendrick beannie hubbbie hahahaha. Went to walk around challenger before we headed to the agent. We waited for so long! After awhile, we went to hersheys to visit Charlotte. We headed over to Century Square to buy movie tickets and Georgina came over to join us too! Watched movie about 3 trains. I keep falling asleep on tarded arms. Hahaha wtfh. After the movie, we went to take a look at wallets. Afterthat, we went to Mcdonalds. I met Charlotte as she told me something happened. Charlotte was in a fucking bad mood that she cried. I got so pissed off when she cries. Fuck. It's not even her fault I don't know why people will say things to make Charlotte guilty. Freaks. It's not her fault. Went to T1 with Daryl to get tarded a new wallet ;)! Went back to Mcdonalds (1 stick).... After eating, we went to T1 to visit Ken again and slack awhile. Went home and I was supper happy and hyper on the bus that I can literally jump over the moon. So freaking happy. Georgina came over to my place and I keep jumping around like a small girl. (1 stick). So basically today I smoke 6 puffs of Daryl cig, 1 of Georgina's stick and 1 of Chuwen's stick. Ok. Gonna quit. Yes, quit for tarded :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am gonna quit for that stupid reTarded. I'm a fucking heavy smoker lor.......... Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beanie gal is me. Happygal94 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3889286614263396971?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3889286614263396971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3889286614263396971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3889286614263396971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3889286614263396971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-tarded.html' title='Baby tarded :)'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6876578133190157923</id><published>2010-11-11T06:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:15:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4:13am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was chatting with Daryl at 2am + to 3.45am. Was having some difficulty sleeping. Wild thoughts surfaced in my mind, those thoughts were too scary to even be typed out. I told you I can't get to sleep and you called me at 4.13am. We chit-chatted until now, 6.52am. I feel so bad that I stole your sleep away from you my dear but I just can't resist listening to your voice :D. I really am easily contented. Gonna meet you at 9am, I'm so mean but I just wanna see you today. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-6876578133190157923?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/6876578133190157923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=6876578133190157923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6876578133190157923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6876578133190157923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/413am.html' title='4:13am'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-9176227411780378919</id><published>2010-11-10T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:32:45.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parents didn't give me my allowance for this week but still, I went out and have fun! ;) Had this last minute plan to sheeeesha. So, I prepared and went to Tampines. When I was walking to the Bustop, I saw Arif and he walked to the bustop. The bus came almost immediately just after I reached the bustop. Reached Tampines and went to Hersheys. Chatted with Charlotte and exchanged our bags. Desmond came over to bring me over to T1 to meet Daryl &amp;amp; his friend. Went to T1 to take a puff, headed to eat Long John before we went to interchange to take bus 65 to Bugis. Just as how I expected it to be, Desmond was thrown to me again lor! ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, went to Bugis. The two guys went to pray awhile and we waited outside for awhile. They came out and we went to Bugis street. Eh Daryl keep asking me to attack attack attack. Wanna slap his face. Haha, tho what he 'advice' me was reasonable and kinda logical but I'm not that type of person leh..... I need to go with the flow one oki! :) . Walked around Bugis street and went to sheesha hehehehehe. Sheeshaaaa until 8pm and we went to bugis street again. Went to Bugis Junction, walked around, took our dinner. Desmond sent me home! Thanks sweetie!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking happy today oki (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-9176227411780378919?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/9176227411780378919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=9176227411780378919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9176227411780378919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9176227411780378919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/forever-and-ever.html' title='Forever and ever'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1719669070443261022</id><published>2010-11-10T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:58:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show me what love is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should thank tumblr sometimes, tumblr understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/tumblr_l9ucyzlj6a1qblhieo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start blogging about yesterday instead of blogging about the whole of last week which I could barely remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met bingbing ;) Ate tomyum banmian and headed over to my place. Slacked, talk, fried some eggs for her and watched tv! Willy came and we met Beehan for awhile. Went to 121 for Roubing's harkau (I don't know how to spell!). Afterthat, went off at night. Used my laptop and rot on bed. Was on the phone with Reydon and Desmond! Chat until 1.30am? Started texting the other Desmond until I fell asleep :0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, parents didn't give me my allowance again ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I got my guts to cut bangs... Seriously, it takes so much courage for me to cut bangs. I swear. Damnnnnit. I can't wait for my fringe to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/Image393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1719669070443261022?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1719669070443261022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1719669070443261022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1719669070443261022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1719669070443261022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-should-start-blogging-about-yesterday.html' title='show me what love is'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-2641861323722988453</id><published>2010-11-06T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:53:07.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This feeling's taking control of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fuck blogger. Fuck blogger big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typed a freaking extra super knnb long post then you screw everything up. Thank you blogger. I love you for being such a nice website. I give up on you, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life now, I love the people around me now. I swear I love them ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-2641861323722988453?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/2641861323722988453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=2641861323722988453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2641861323722988453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2641861323722988453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-feelings-taking-control-of-me.html' title='This feeling&apos;s taking control of me'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3953629961586381173</id><published>2010-10-26T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:09:06.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purposely sia you people. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3953629961586381173?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3953629961586381173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3953629961586381173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3953629961586381173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3953629961586381173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1000701434130804164</id><published>2010-10-25T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T16:10:19.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her eyes her eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know.... hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG POST &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm home, and so now I can blog a proper post ya? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking I cannot remember anything that happened. Everything nowadays is like a dream, especially with that major haze that is suffocating everyone. Best combo right!!! Okay, I remembered going to Jurong on Monday. Georgina pulled me along and I pulled Kenneth along. Sorry ah kenneh, you also know, I won't die alone I will pull people to die with me! You're the unlucky one lor! :) So met up with Georgina outside school and Kenneth was still asleep, expected!! Oh ya, and I remembered I didn't slept the night before, so I was super cranky. Beeeeecause I went supper and breakfast with Willy koh prata! Supper at 1 and breakfast at 6am. I'm such a nice and awesome friend. Went to board Mrt to Tanah Merah because Kenneth was late. From Tahan Merah, met Kenneth and went to Jurong. Walked to Reydon's house and I slept on the sofa. Kenneth, Reydon, Waikun and Desmond were playing their wow??? Or I don't know la, guys' language, I'm not really interested in that. I couldn't get to sleep, I don't know why. So I started whining cus I was hungry hahahaha and everyone went to Mcdonalds with me. Ate happy meal. I only had 4 pathetic nuggets and I gave Georgina one and Reydon wanted one. So I'm left with only 2. The rest went to play bball and I went back to Reydon's house to rest. Soooo many things happened and blablabla~~~~ Then everyone came back after their bball and we chatted/laughed/got bullied by them and everything. Desmond and Waikun left at 9. Ruisong came at 9+. We went dinner and home. Was on the phone until 1 plus hehe happygal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, met up with Georgina. Went to my house and I fell asleep when she was using my laptop. Met up with Gabriel went to 121 and stare at him while he's eating. Afterthat, went over to my place again. Kenneth came awhile later..... Jasmine and Christie met up with us awhile and we walked to petal. Gabriel and Kenneth went to Gab's house while Georgina and me waited outside his house -_-! Went to Mcdonalds and saw two guys staring at me O_O. Guess what! It's haikal!!!! Omg my syg! Hahaha. He grew fat lor serious but I like! Still as handsome!!! He came to look for us and slack awhile. Kinda shocked to see him cause he moved house to woodlands. Miss him mega much! When Gab and Ken left for parkway, Georgina went home and Haikal sent me home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, pulled Rosabel, Reene and Siewgek to my house's void deck. Waited for Georgina and Charlotte to reach. Talked things out. Somehow I was a little harsh but I tried to control. So overall, I hope I wasn't wasting my time the whole time when I was talking. After everything, went over to my place. Rosabel and the rest left. Met up with Gab and Ken at mac and went dinner. Slacked and Georgina went back awhile later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, went to jurong point. Actually we were supposed to go vivo but nah we ended up going to Jurong. Charlotte and Georgina were early, they came over to my place. So we trained to Boon lay and met Waikun first. Reydon came awhile later and so did Desmond! We walked around like idiots and we didn't notice Cotton on! If we noticed that there's cotton on we won't waste our time walking around like sua ku lor! ): Ok nevermind,we went back at about 7, after Reydon's friends all reached and they went for dinner. Trained back home, Georgina came over to my place, Charlotte went home. Whoopwhoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, stayed home cause I didn't go to school. Met up with Georgina and Charlotte and we went to parkway. Went shopping and I spent $170. Kinda broke. Met up with Lester and we went to buy koi and bus back to Bedok. Put all our shopping bags and everything in my place and we went to the coffeeshop near mac to dabao their food because my baby charlotte die die also want to eat their food -.-! Went back to my place to eat and they all went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, had meet the parents session and my parents attended some Principal talk and I am 1000000% sure that my parents don't know a single shit what my Principal was ranting about. Confirm! My parents were the last one to talk to the teachers, crap!!!  Frankie asked if I wanted to go eat breakfast together with him after meet the parents session. Ended up he went to eat already! Idiot! But it's okay. He asked me out to Parkway. So I pulled Georgina along~~~ Met up with Georgina and went to meet Frankie, Yong guang and some other guy (Sorry I don't know how to spell your name!). Bus to parkway and I went to visit Lester's mama! She still looks the same, hehe. Chat with her for awhile and went to stare at the rest who were playing pool. Yong guang is a fucking big noob. I'm in no position to comment because I am not a pro either but he lost to Georgina. Omfg Yong guang xiasuey~ Hehehehe. Saw alot of people there. Saw Leslie, Lester, Spencer, Yongbao and Linyun too. Alot alot a whole lot of familiar faces. Slacked, chat and had a whole lot of fun with them. Watched Jiahui and Yong guang play blackshot and they freaking took Marcus' photo and put as wallpaper. Seriously sibei basket. While they were playing blackshot, I entertained Cynthia by accompanying her to parkway to buy sushi! After the whole day of being there, was super tired ok!  Starting, I went there with 4 people and I ended up with more than 10 people and they're not the same bunch of people, lol! Okay, went back at 9 with Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, easy peasy. Went to meet the bunch of people @ Jurong. Visited Desmond @ his work place. Ruisong came and we went to Clementi. They were having fun at arcade and I was having fun there. Rotting all the way. Wasn't feeling well but I still tolerated the pains in my waist. Went home at night and I have to admit I was really happy yesterday. I don't have to elaborate it, I know it myself can liao hehehehehe. Texted and fell asleep at 1 plus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was the same today. Just that I was super sleepy. Okay bye hehe I'm still a happy girl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥4664324.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1000701434130804164?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1000701434130804164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1000701434130804164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1000701434130804164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1000701434130804164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/her-eyes-her-eyes.html' title='Her eyes her eyes'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1466905232260798097</id><published>2010-10-25T00:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:48:36.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I KNOW, I said I promised I'd blog today but oh my goshzx it's late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, tomorrow poly students school reopen hehehe. Anyway, just to thank you guys. Thanks Reydon, Waikun, Ruisong, Shangyi, Zhengkai, Desmond and sometimes the vainpot Clauson for being there for me so much lately! You guys have been a major help for me to get over my past and I'm so thankful for that. Thanks for treating me like your little sister and everything. I realized that I'm very weak so infront of you guys I will while about my gastric and whatever. Still, thanks for caring so much for me and it's a blessing for me to know you bunch of people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks Shangyi for meeting me at 7 in the morning just to have breakfast at Jurong when you don't even stay there. Seriously, thanks so much! Although you have been quite annoying but still, you're a really nice person.. You make me smile sometimes, you are just mad awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reydon, so much to thank you for that I don't know where to start and where to stop. Hmm, thanks for listening to all my nonsense and giving me advices that sometimes don't help at all. But still, I still listen to your advices even if I didn't heed them. You've been a great help and without you, I won't know your caring bunch of friends, So thank you! Also, thanks for making me very angry that night in msn. After everything, I found out what a true friend you are to even bother to apologise and seek forgiveness! Hehe. You've been really caring, really thoughtful, really sweet and really like an older brother to me. Seriously, you are mad awesome because you are epic. I love you for that, haha! Thanks for coming all the way to bedok sometimes when I call you to. Also thanks for giving in all the time. But no choice what, I'm your princess! HAHA! Chey no la, fake! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zheng kai, thanks so much for the advices. I don't know why you're so quiet in real life. You don't talk to me much but your eyes tells me so much. Hahahahaha. No la no la. Thanks for caring so much and guiding me along. You've not been a big brother, you've been a daddy to me. Hehe. You care so much that you practically say things that a father would say to his daughter. You smile like a little boy and that's very cute. There's so many more things to say but it's 1am and I'm having gastric pains and coughing while I type this. And I know you will say "GO SLEEP LA SO LATE ALREADY! Guai abit can anot, be a good girl!" Haha, so I shall make things short and sweet. Thankkkkkks so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ruisong, this is easy. For you, I just wanna say, thanks for everything. Practically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G&lt;/span&gt;. Every small things from you matters, gong dai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desmond, monkey! Thanks for cheering me up with your sillyness. There's so many to say but I can't think of any because my mind is going to be blank. Still, there's so many things that you did that make me feel like a monkey princess. Hahahaah. Thanks ah for the msn drawings, so sweet ah you! I know you like the way I type in English right! Anyway, rest well. Also thanks for giving me your coughing virus through the phone now I keep coughing! :D But nevermind, since you're so sweet to me, I forgive you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waikun, slave! Thanks for massaging me today! Like a slave ah! Haha, no lah! Anyways, thanks so much and also, I'm not in the right mood to think now. Still, thanks for advising me and thanks for cheering me up. Thanks for always hitting my head and giving me jiaobin. Thanks for sending me home with Desmond and Ruisong. Thanks for accompanying me until 6am those days and thanks for replying my sms so fast last week that I can't even rest my fingers!!!!! You're the best slave ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway, over all. Really thank you for giving in so much. For caring so much. Sorry for being troublesome sometimes! School reopen for you guys already. I swear I'm going to miss you guys so much! I'm just starting to get comfortable with you guys and now you guys won't have much time to spare. Argh, but it's okay. Things will go on fine, we'll meet one day if you guys are free or something. You guys are beyond awesome. Really! :) I won't ever take you bunch of people for granted because you guys made me feel special. Xie xie ni for these few weeks! You guys helped me alot to move on in life. I owe you guys one :D Love you guys many! Study hard and don't ever forget me okay if not I will be damn angry seriously!!!! Now I'm going to use all of your favourite word to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"cia0s"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1466905232260798097?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1466905232260798097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1466905232260798097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1466905232260798097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1466905232260798097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-4398797150130912990</id><published>2010-10-24T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:51:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love is my drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥♥♥4664324.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Today was fun, thanks everyone. Seriously. Shall blog tomorrow I promise :)&lt;br /&gt;I musn't sleep because I need to go bath at 4am then I can go out at 6! Swee. Everything must go on like how I planned it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I lost my wallet today omg, but.................................&lt;br /&gt;shall continue tomorrow! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-4398797150130912990?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/4398797150130912990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=4398797150130912990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4398797150130912990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4398797150130912990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-love-is-my-drug.html' title='Your love is my drug'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-2538575208517085335</id><published>2010-10-18T05:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T05:39:26.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 digits away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, everyone says they're just 8 digits away. Everyone says they'll be there for me 24/7. Let's get real, please. 5.20am, who the fuck should I call when everything is haunting my mind. At this fucking time when everyone is asleep. Who do I have to call? I thought of so many people to call, but I just don't think it's the right time to call them and cry. I'm such a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ticked your text, one by one. Marked every single one, starting from the oldest. Reading those text were like reliving the past. I smiled, just for a second and I started crying. The word "Bi" was used so frequently. I was so used to it, I can't deny I miss it now. Acting strong isn't gonna help. Being too weak isn't going to help either. I marked it all, from the time you said "I love you" to the time you said "Tomorrow morning I take first bus sorry I can't send you home today", and slowly, all the text were so cold that they only consist of 1 letter. Not one word, but 1 letter. 'K'. That's your standard reply. 'K'. 'K'. 'K'. You don't even bother to write a fullstop. You just think that I'm wasting your time aren't you. Well sorry for wasted 8 months of your youth. Marking every single one of your text.... those memories flashing through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's never easy to forget someone. I don't know how you managed to do it but you did it well. You should have opened a tuition center to teach people how you freaking manage to get over things fast. It's okay, why am I flaring up at this hour? It's useless. I don't see any point either. What pains me the most is not reading thru the msgs. The shit that hurts so bad is that, I'm planning to let go everything as of today. Today is a monday, first day of the week, start of everything. I must have a fresh start now. It hurts to let go. I'm still holding tight to the things we share. When I press delete, my phone was deleting the text one by one. I was so close to cancel the 2 thousand text in my phone. 2 fucking thousand. I almost canceled, but I didn't. One by one, it all went away. They seemed so real didn't they? Now it's just gone. Today will be the last day I'm dropping tears for you. There never will be a day that I tell people "I miss hongyao". Never. This whole month have been a lesson learnt. I never want to go back there. This is it sweetie. To you, our relationship was over on the 22nd september 2010, but to me, it's now. 18th October (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? Move on...? Moving on is the only way. Thanks for ending things this way. We're not even meant to be friends now. We can't even talk properly. You can't talk to me properly. What in the world is wrong with you?! It's okay anyway, thanks for everything. It doesn't matter what you have done for me or what have I said to you. It doesn't matter how much we've gone thru together. It's nothing. Compared to others, 8 months is nothing compared to those couples out there. So yea Angela, texts deleted. Stop brooding over it! It's 5.37am! Go bathe and live today like I've never lived before! Meeting willy at prata shop at 6am! START TODAY RIGHT! Go school at 6.45am. Willy's gonna be a gentleman and send me to school. After school kenneth and gg is gonna go jurong together with me. EVERYTHING WILL BE PERFECT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE, NO MORE POSTS ABOUT YOU NO MORE NO MORE. SORRY BUT I DELETED YOUR NUMBER K TOO. YOU'RE NOT WORTH IT. BYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYE -'-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-2538575208517085335?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/2538575208517085335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=2538575208517085335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2538575208517085335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2538575208517085335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/8-digits-away.html' title='8 digits away'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1575899205686128795</id><published>2010-10-17T09:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:34:33.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall post pictures on RWS. Overdue pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Went there because Gabriel, leen, georgina, ken wanted to go job interview. Chloe, charlotte and I accompanied them.  Met up at 121 and bus to vivo. Took pictures and bought starbucks. Went to RWS and went to hard rock. After everything. we went to candylicious to walk around. Who knew, there'd be a cute guy there. Hahahahaha!!!! Leen went to talk to him, asking if there's space for people to work. After striking a conversation with the guy, we started talking and talking. We spent hours in candylicious, abit exaggerating right, but it's true! After hours of walking around I only bought 2 lollipops. It's either I'm retarded or I just don't have the money. The prices there will kill people's wallets. After shopping at candylicious, I told Kenneth I wanted the cute guy's number. They went to ask (Y). Good job. I ran all the way to Gabriel, hook his arm and walked freaking far. Seriously I didn't know they took it so seriously. So they got his number for me. So I texted him all the way cause I thought he didn't know which girl was I~. Ended up he already knew from the start. Okay clever, kenneth sabo people. It's okay, I gained a new friend, I don't mind~~~ hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Have been pretty buzzzzy lately. Busy with alot of random stuffs. Went to Great world for interview with Georgina, Charlotte, Eileen and Gabriel on Tuesday. Met up with Reydon, Zhengkai and Shangyi there. Went to have our breakfast, Kenneth joined us awhile later. So we went back to interview cause kenneth also wants. All of us waited for him. After everything was done, Gabriel and Kenneth sent Charlotte to the bustop to take 5 back to Bedok. All of us then went to Vivo to meet Waikun and Clauson. Went to arcade and everything. Hongyao suddenly called me up, lol, a little random. I was kinda shocked too. Went to eat and everything. Bus home at 8.30pm! As usual, reached home late! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Friday, I called Mdm Lam up at 7am and asked her," Mdm Lam can I not go to school?" She shoot me back,"What kind of a question is that?!" Hahahahaha. What the hell. I told her I had sorethroat. I told my dad to allow me to stay home for a day cause I'm reallllly sleepy. Okkkey, I forgotten where did I go on Friday........ Ohhhhhh, went to Kenneth's house with Gabriel. Entertain Toffee (Dont know if that's the right name). Freaking cute lah the dog. I like!!! Small and adorable~. On his computer while he went to shower, but his computer pms cannot go internet. Screw his connection! Went to Simpang to meet Yongbao. Went to the temple that my mum used to bring me to! Went to pray abit abit. Afterthat, proceeded to eat! Chicken curry! But what a pity i vomit everything out soon enough. Fuck my stomach. Went to buy cig and we went to some park to sit and talk cock. After slacking, Yongbao went home and the rest went over to my place :D!  Slacked with Marcus and Pancy awhile cause I saw them at 120's void deck. Headed to 121 coffeeshop afterthat as Chloe wanted to eat. So after eating and all, we went to my place and I off the light. And slept~~~~ Woke up at 8 plus, at 8.40 sent chloe to wait for a cab and we slacked awhile, really awhile only. Until 9 then I went back home. Hehehe. Reydon webcam with me, I was quite shocked. Ended up is Shangyi. Disiao me again, asshole. Nevermind, I'm not petty~. They tease me, I tease them back, easy job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yesterday, Georgina came over to my place first. Charlotte came. Webcam with Shangyi and he slept in the webcam -.-! I woke him up by calling his cell and he said I'm annoying him. He crazy guy, fell asleep in webcam for me, georgina and charlotte to see. Hahaha. Went to Ecp and waited for Waikun, aiden and desmond. Slacked at Mcdonalds awhile, they ate icecream, I drank my coke. Very cool lor, they all got iPhone to play with. Afterthat we went to rent bikes and cycle around. Charlotte was super slow. I didn't have any muscle ache thanks to Charlotte. She made everyone cycle slow hahaha. She fell down and broke her sandals. Aiden and Waikun have to sacrifice for her, awww. Sweet guys. Then we sat at the rock at some place, waited for the other 5 to reach. Waited damn long. We started saying tongue twisters and singing songs. I couldn't join in much I was having this super major giddyness in my bloody head. Thinking of the journey back to Mcdonalds is good enough to kill me. Charlotte langa me once. Overall, Charlotte have been a brave girl. Thumbs up~! I was super slow, I'm literally the last one. Couldn't go any faster cause of my head. Nevermind, Shangyi have been accompanying me hahahahahaah. Annoying the hell out of me but it's okay at least I'm not alone. Went to burger king and ate. Yumyum, nice!! Went to the seaside and played with sand and walk around like small girl. It've been a long time since I last went to ecp and acted like a small girl. I was super happy. The 5 all cycled back to wherever they've came from. Me Charlotte Waikun Aiden Desmond walked the underpass and they sent us back! (: Bus 15 and saw Xiaofu! Thanks a whole lot ley you three gentleman. Wanted to wait for the bus with them but they kept shooing me to go home. Stupid probation. Charlotte went to buy food, so I went back home first. The three gentleman accompanied me home also. Not bad, I like!!! They still had to meet Clauson @ Lavander who have been waiting for them for 1 hour!! I feel damn guilty because they were late cus they sent me back^^v! They still have to go back to Boonlay, wah the journey is long enough to kill them. Gabriel and Kenneth came over to my place for awhile. Chloe came awhile later. Gabriel gave her the wrong floor. She went to 4th floor and tried opening the door.... -.- .... Lucky that house got noone if not she sure paiseh hahaha. Charlotte and I slept early today cause we were all tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the super long post! :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2897.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my babygirl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2912.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2917.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2918.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how can I look so short when I'm with them... I'm wearing heels leh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2939.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2941.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks chloe and leen for the chocolates to cheer me up. love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1575899205686128795?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1575899205686128795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1575899205686128795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1575899205686128795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1575899205686128795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-you-hear-sincerity-in-my-voice.html' title='Can&apos;t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8313971807987206499</id><published>2010-10-14T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:44:04.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoring you because you're pissing me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a very busy girl nowadays because I have too many friends.&lt;br /&gt;Toooo maniiii friendddds. No lah, just kidding, but seriously. I've been texting like crazy nowadays I think my dad is gonna keel me when he sees my bill. It's ok, I emptied my bank and spent all my money so he won't expect me to pay my bills. I'm good eh~ I'm clever right~! Anyways, have been buzzy like a bee lately. It's either school, friends or out with random people that I'm not close to. I'm loving lifeeeee. I just realized I haven't uploaded the pictures on Tuesday. Hehehe. But I'm not gonna upload so soon because I'm purposely making Kenneth anticipate those pictures desperately. He need to pay for the nonsense he did because he freaking lost my camera lens cover!!! Freak!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone. Thanks for being there for scolding me and waking me up. Using hurtful facts to hit me hard really works because I really woke up. Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckyandhapppygirl94@hotmail.com for now. I'm never gonna fall back for you because baby you've proved that you're never worthy of my life. I will chokeslam, taupok, elbow, knee, punch, box, throw tau sar pia, bitchslap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye sexy bitches (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8313971807987206499?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8313971807987206499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8313971807987206499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8313971807987206499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8313971807987206499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/ignoring-you-because-youre-pissing-me.html' title='Ignoring you because you&apos;re pissing me off'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7807266558896662662</id><published>2010-10-12T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T04:00:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously it fucking hurts. It never is easy to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking tried my best. When was the last time I called you? The last time I texted you? It have been days and I don't know how you are doing. You're having exams. I want to fucking wish you good luck but I think it doesn't fucking matters anymore. I'm still stupidly waiting for your morning and good night texts. Fucking too good to be a dream come true anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never good in relationships. I'm never good in handling hurtful stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish I'm this weak but this is me. What can I do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even have a fucking heart to ask me how have I been? These few days have been a fucking torture. Every single second with my friends I will have random thoughts about you. Every single thing around me reminds me of you but I ignore them even though I know it's impossible for me to not brood over it. I tried forgetting you bitch. I did try. It's just not possible. This is bullshit seriously. I HAVE TO MOVE ON. Fuck you fuck me fuck your life and fuck my life. We're never meant to be, I knew from the start we'll never be together for long. Why didn't we just end everything earlier so that we won't be this hurt. Seriously life is a joke. That's all. You're not worth it. Nobody's worth it. Guys are just being guys. This is too painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like going out later on for the interview anymore. I wanna stay home and miss you. I can't let go.. I tried my best already I did all I could but I just can't. Why am I such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7807266558896662662?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7807266558896662662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7807266558896662662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7807266558896662662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7807266558896662662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8757263691585317205</id><published>2010-10-08T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:08:28.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super lazy I don't wish to elaborate. Okay, first, thank you all you sweethearts you are super duper uber very muchy sweet! Thanks Chloe for the rose chocolate you very sweet I love you. Thanks Eileen for the chocolate also you very sweet too! Every single one of you are super sweet. I like you guys alot! Like like like! Sweetest people ever okay. I've never been so happy receiving so much chocolates in a day before! Thanks Gabriel you've been a good man today. I know you know all of us know that you're trying to be trained for your taitai next time right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kenneth you help me a great favour that made me super malu okay. Shy lei taoyan~! Okay, I'm tired. I shall post pics next time. Muax all of you (: Seriously, I'm happy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8757263691585317205?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8757263691585317205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8757263691585317205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8757263691585317205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8757263691585317205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/rws.html' title='RWS'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-930966488982026011</id><published>2010-10-06T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:34:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Just happy birthday ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not feeling well. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A text to you at 12am last night, to be the first. I was the first, I was super happy. I don't know why but I was superrrr duper happy. Now a text to you at 11.59pm, to be your last. I'm just enlightening myself with lies and more lies. Lying to myself that you still care. Lying to myself that we're still friends. Lying to myself that you're always busy that's why you forgotten to text me. Glancing through my phone every 5 minutes and realizing that you don't even think about me hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated if I should go down to Yishun today anot. I just wanted to surprise you but I'm so afraid of ruining your mood. I don't want to ruin your mood, especially on your birthday. I hesitated. Took me quite long to actually decide if I should proceed or not. I remained quite composed, I told myself, by hook or by crook, I have to celebrate your birthday even if it's just meeting you for 5 minutes. I've never took the initiative to celebrate a guy's birthday before so I was quite nervous just now. You didn't look like you were glad that I appeared infront of you. I'm sorry, I know that having me in your life before is already a torture. Now you still have to face me even though we broke up is really like a neverending torture test. I can't help it I'm really sorry. Maybe it's time to let you go. I still can't bear to I really miss you so. Yes, like what Claudia says, don't give up, there's still a glimpse of hope. I'll be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for encouraging me, for backing me up, for advising me. Thanks alot. Love you guys x 10000. xxxxoxoxoxxoox :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-930966488982026011?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/930966488982026011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=930966488982026011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/930966488982026011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/930966488982026011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-birthday.html' title='Your birthday.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8212420219675100898</id><published>2010-10-05T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:39:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remembered on 23rd January 2010, you talked to me in msn. You told me you miss me you asked if I missed you. We were almost together but I wasn't ready. On that particular day you, me and Yongbao were under my block. Yongbao was helping you to make me as your girlfriend. I told you that I wasn't ready. I kept avoiding your text and said I'm busy because I didn't want to get anymore closer to you. You told me you love me but I doubt everything. Still, you tried pleasing me like I was the last girl left on Earth. I doubt everything you said but you still proved your unconditional love for me. You remember that? After you tried so hard and waited so long, endured all my unreasonable attitude. I became so touch that I slowly accepted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for not accepting you was because I didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want to get into another relationship so quickly but you proved me otherwise. You didn't hurt me and you tried all means to make me smile. You promised that you wouldn't hurt me like the other jerks that did. You told me I was the first girl you've traveled so far for, I was the first girl who made you cry just because of little arguments, I was the first girl who treated you so well and that's why I'm always the first in your mind. I trusted you. I fell into your arms knowing that you'll always be there to catch me. I told you I didn't want to see you in that one sided love, waiting for miracles to happen. Every single time I said something hurtful like that, it pains me. Thus, I avoided you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, back to 23rd January 2010, we were on msn webcamming. Your mama said I was a good girl because I was doing my homework. You told me your papa was laughing at me and said that my wire jiap wrongly. I didn't pay attention to what you were saying to me because all along, I was in another msn chat talking to Shanice. Telling her about how I feel for you. I remembered everything fucking clearly. I was talking to Shanice, smiling like there's no tomorrow while talking about you. You were looking at me in the webcam. You kept asking me why was I smiling, who was I talking to but I didn't reply you. When the time passed 12am, you got a hint from Shanice. I also gave you some hints. I told you "The time now very nice ah, 12:12." That's when you caught our hint and asked me," Wanna be my gf anot babe!" I will never forget that day. I accepted you as a part of me. We were together on 24th January 2010, 12:12am. 12 + 12 = 24. 24th january. It was your mother's birthday as well. I texted your mother a happy birthday and you told me your mama wants me to go over to your place on new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was the happiest girl that night. When I could officially call you my baby and I could tell others that "this guy here is mine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were back. I can endure everything you endure for me. I'll change for you like how you changed for me. I just know that I accepted your love and rely on you from that day I called you mine. How could I ever stop loving you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday in another 1.5hours. I wish I could celebrate it with you. I wanted to but you rejected all my offer when I said I wanted to go Yishun. I did all I could. I wanted to spend your birthday with you but you just didn't want me to. I guess that I'll spoil your day if I appear that's why you didn't want me to go Yishun. It's okay. I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8212420219675100898?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8212420219675100898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8212420219675100898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8212420219675100898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8212420219675100898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-2920232723813180824</id><published>2010-10-05T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:00:43.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day you'll wake up and find that you're missing me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hellomoto. I think I shall go back to blogging since I find my life such a bore!&lt;br /&gt;My darling colgate broke her leg a few days back and she ran away a few days back too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky bitch that I found her back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, it's exam period now. I'm really paranoid but I'm not doing anything to save myself. Tomorrow it's poa and maths paper 2! I fucking screwed up for my maths paper 1 today. Seriously. I cannot study, not that I can't but I don't have the motivation. Where's the old Angela? Where's the Angela I used to be. I have to find Angela back, to be independent again. Argh, it's okay! Poa poa poa I confirm poa tomorrow killer to the fucking max. I don't know what the fuck is POA for, seriously. Doesn't computer does all these work in the future, why should we do it lor! Asshole. Okay anyway, hopefully, just hopefully, I won't retain again. Seriously, it's stupid to let emotions get the better of me then I don't do anything just wait for the fucking time to pass. It's like stupid max!!! Mega mega stupid. The more I should make myself into happygirlgirl94@hotmail.com .  Instead of making myself feel bad when I already feel so miserable. Fuck it! Fuck everything away and do what I am supposed to do. Whoop whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 4s are having their N lvls, buck up Charlotte, Roubing, Weixin, Willy, Beehan, Dionis, Yunzhao, Uncle and everyone else! Don't give up. Okay la, obviously you all won't give up. Study like siao leh you all. Hahaha. Jia you jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between paper 1 and paper 2 for poa? I really don't know what to study. Chemistry lagi jialat. 1hr15mins... It took me 30 mins to get the whole paper done. Am I god? Or was I just spamming random answers because I have no interest in Science at all. Hmm.. Hehehe. Bye 2010, soon enough, it's gonna be 2011 and I'm still going to be in sec 3. LOL! I think I have high chances of retaining now. BUCK UP LAAAA ANGELA! Few more days!!! (: Now, instead of stoning and thinking of bullshits, I shall go prank R now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I fucking had a freaking heartless scary ccb dog hurtful nightmare last night. Seriously, the pain that dreams can give me, it's too scary and painful. They're just dreams, but it affected everything today. I cannot do this to myself. Angela, time to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiakhiakhiak wheeewheeee.&lt;br /&gt;It've been a long time since I updated photos right! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2817.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2825.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu295/Pinktolove/IMG_2885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-2920232723813180824?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/2920232723813180824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=2920232723813180824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2920232723813180824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/2920232723813180824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-youll-wake-up-and-find-that.html' title='One day you&apos;ll wake up and find that you&apos;re missing me.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8316012713682946734</id><published>2010-10-03T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:59:09.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who cares? What matters?&lt;br /&gt;Noone, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love you. I'm still loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8316012713682946734?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8316012713682946734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8316012713682946734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8316012713682946734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8316012713682946734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/trust-me.html' title='Trust me'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-5550640122130751295</id><published>2010-10-02T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:01:26.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's hope, there's still hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went out with Sean, Marcus and Jacinda. Met Sean's sister at Kallang and went to find Marcus' mama! Slacked there and talk talk laugh laugh like siao. Every single minute, I glanced my phone once hoping that you'll text me. I feel soooo super paranoid you know? Afterthat, went to did my hair and spent $70!!!!!!! Ahhh shiok, I haven't spent so much on myself for almost a year! Cab to Yishun at 9+. Slacked and ate dinner. Didn't have any appetite so I didn't eat much. I asked you to tell me frankly if you still care, you nod your head. That's the best answer I've ever heard in such a long time. As long as I know you still care, it's all worthwhile. It really is. Cabbed home at midnight. Midnight charge super chor :( , but it's alright. Went back and a bunch of malays fucking harassed me. Fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colgate broke her leg, she cannot walk properly :( . I bought colgate for our 6th month you know, seeing her in this state breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for today, I'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-5550640122130751295?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/5550640122130751295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=5550640122130751295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5550640122130751295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5550640122130751295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/10/went-out-with-sean-marcus-and-jacinda.html' title='There&apos;s hope, there&apos;s still hope.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7636419166496338548</id><published>2010-09-30T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:18:58.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stucked in the hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;You deserve  to be with somebody who makes you happy. Somebody who's not going to  complicate your life. Somebody who won't hurt you. She's the better girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7636419166496338548?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7636419166496338548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7636419166496338548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7636419166496338548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7636419166496338548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/stucked-in-hole.html' title='stucked in the hole'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-4393004565730890041</id><published>2010-09-29T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:42:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me time will heal :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm always here, 8 digits away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-4393004565730890041?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/4393004565730890041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=4393004565730890041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4393004565730890041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/4393004565730890041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/trust-me-time-will-heal-im-always-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1388454923173241131</id><published>2010-09-28T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:05:39.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy girl for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very happy today because my bed smells like you. Thank you for today, I am super duper happy. Also, your smell, I like! Nobody likes nevermind, I like can already! We almost slept, just one more second we will fall asleep and BOOMZ someone made noise outside then we both got woken up by it. Hahahahhahahahaha. Yea, I am happy today. Tomorrow is exams and I am happy today. I ATE 1 PAPAYA AFTER 7 DAYS OF NOT EATING ANYTHING. AND FOR DINNER, WE WENT TO EAT!!! I ate 3 spoons of rice, although I puked it all out but I am not hungry I AM HAPPY TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1388454923173241131?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1388454923173241131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1388454923173241131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1388454923173241131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1388454923173241131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-girl-for-today.html' title='Happy girl for today'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6380308876505540464</id><published>2010-09-27T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:53:13.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You still do care. You still do miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because for you to get over us this fast, means you didn't love me at all from the start. But I know you loved me before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found out something. Now, I'm really losing all my faith I had in us. I really am very very very disappointed. What is this? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-6380308876505540464?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/6380308876505540464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=6380308876505540464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6380308876505540464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6380308876505540464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-still-do-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3843372195452207388</id><published>2010-09-26T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:09:35.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without you</title><content type='html'>No I can't forget this evening,&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as your were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't forget tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all my sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;When I had you there but then I let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's only fair that I should let you know&lt;br /&gt;What you should know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live, if living is without you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't give, I can't give anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3843372195452207388?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3843372195452207388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3843372195452207388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3843372195452207388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3843372195452207388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/without-you.html' title='without you'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-629925414588508786</id><published>2010-09-25T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:54:11.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer to your question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have the mood to blog much. I'll write happenings in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to tamp to meet sean, jacinda, marcus and another guy.&lt;br /&gt;- Went Katong.&lt;br /&gt;- Played pool and blackshot.&lt;br /&gt;- Met up with Mark and chat with him.&lt;br /&gt;- Steamboat. but still no appetite, fml.&lt;br /&gt;- Reached home at 9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;- He texted me!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;- He asked me to call him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Chat on the phone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm confused now, I don't know what to do. I feel helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-629925414588508786?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/629925414588508786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=629925414588508786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/629925414588508786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/629925414588508786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/answer-to-your-question.html' title='The answer to your question'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6320623751997812332</id><published>2010-09-25T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:22:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day w/o you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love fridays, saturdays and sundays!&lt;br /&gt;I get to see you every fri, sat, sun (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I dread these 3 days. It've been so bloody hard to concentrate on things on weekdays. After I reach home, I start to let my imaginations run wild. I think about the past, I sobbed, I teared, I cried. I'm so used to meeting you and not doing so ruins everything. Yesterday was a Friday and it was pretty okay. I controlled my temper and emotions. But today, it's saturday... I woke up at 7, then 8.30, 8.57, 9.15, 9.27, 9.46, 9.53, 10, and 10.43. Every single time I woke up, I told myself ,"Usually, he'll text me at 10 saying 'sorry sorry baby i coming now sorry i just wake. sorry i wake up late' and at 11 + going to 12. He'll call me and say ' hello baby are you asleep? open door for me!' . Then I'll sleepily walk to the door and wait for him to appear. Then we'll sleep together until afternoon and we'll get something to eat." But all these were just part of my memories, I realized. Karma hit me in the head so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-6320623751997812332?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/6320623751997812332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=6320623751997812332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6320623751997812332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6320623751997812332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/3rd-day-wo-you.html' title='3rd day w/o you'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-7209964062561857820</id><published>2010-09-24T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:38:20.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret code</title><content type='html'>decided to take a break!&lt;br /&gt;MIA :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye babes and hunks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Happy supposedly 8th month my darling boy......&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I've missed you lately?&lt;br /&gt;Your friends called me bitch, called me liar and said that I'm mother fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;You shouted at me, you scolded me. You hung my call for a total of 12345678 times within a week.&lt;br /&gt;All these happened but I'm still here, letting you rant and not talking back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing these because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;All these days, I can't stop thinking about you. You know, I missed you so much!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever replace you in my heart, you're so important.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you,  Imiss you, I miss you! Wo ai ni.&lt;br /&gt;You've been a wonderful boyfriend and I never will forget all the letters you wrote me..&lt;br /&gt;In most of the letters, you'll ask me not to leave you. You told me we will last.&lt;br /&gt;You told me that I'm your greatest girlfriend. I hope that in your heart, I'm still a good girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;This will be our so called 8th month speech for you. I won't forget you hunnybunny♥ .&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest thing you've ever did is to teach me how to swim. Noone ever did that. You're the only one. That changed my whole perspective of swimming. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-7209964062561857820?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/7209964062561857820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=7209964062561857820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7209964062561857820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/7209964062561857820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/decided-to-take-break-mia-dddddd-bye.html' title='Secret code'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1017151296478457890</id><published>2010-09-23T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:48:00.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suckish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't trust me, your friends don't trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I need forgiveness, I'm willing to wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took everything for granted and I was in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1017151296478457890?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1017151296478457890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1017151296478457890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1017151296478457890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1017151296478457890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/suckish.html' title='suckish'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6043492313944509795</id><published>2010-09-23T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:41:27.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel the pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is tough but we'll have to live with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-6043492313944509795?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/6043492313944509795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=6043492313944509795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6043492313944509795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/6043492313944509795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-pain.html' title='I feel the pain'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-9110862036983765707</id><published>2010-09-22T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:21:30.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When memories flashed</title><content type='html'>Lol............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved and lost somebody?&lt;br /&gt;I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small misunderstanding. I tried my best to salvage. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;I changed so much but people said I'm faking it. Said it's all only on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Lol thanks alot you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-9110862036983765707?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/9110862036983765707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=9110862036983765707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9110862036983765707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9110862036983765707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-memories-flashed.html' title='When memories flashed'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3727019585821087288</id><published>2010-09-21T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:05:58.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey soul sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5th day of coldness, grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yishun in the morning, met baby. Went to Outram with his mama! Went to OG after his dental appointment. Bought a wallet with the same design with baby, it's a hot pink wallet! He's gaygay!  After everything, went to Orchard while his mama went back to Yishun. Went to Tangs to walk around then went to Ion. Bought AX belt for baby. It's our 8th monthsary + his birthday prezzie in advance! Spent so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$50 + $119 + $112. My bank going empty!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;AND THE ATM THING IN AX. LOL BABY XIASUEY. But nevermind I love you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sending me home sweetiepie, I love you hunnybunny.&lt;br /&gt;Monk koh lub Noodles neo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://b-eautifuleyes.jimdo.com/"&gt; Click 4 Lens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floralpanties.livejournal.com/5176.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Click 4 Foxtail Keychains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floralpanties.livejournal.com/5176.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Click 4 Foxtail Keychains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floralpanties.livejournal.com/5176.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Click 4 Foxtail Keychains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://floralpanties.livejournal.com/5176.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Click 4 Foxtail Keychains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go go buy the keychain, likeachio :) I'm buying one too, I think!! I like!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3727019585821087288?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3727019585821087288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3727019585821087288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3727019585821087288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3727019585821087288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-soul-sister.html' title='Hey soul sister'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-9139346242889295257</id><published>2010-09-20T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:17:52.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking total control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know how I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go back to how I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind who listens to people. I'm gonna be back to who I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to change but you're still not satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-9139346242889295257?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/9139346242889295257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=9139346242889295257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9139346242889295257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/9139346242889295257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/taking-total-control.html' title='Taking total control'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-1803878775032961083</id><published>2010-09-19T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:51:04.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't mean to break your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TJT2wZaO1VI/AAAAAAAAKfM/8MC73V7zpPQ/s1600/xxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TJT2wZaO1VI/AAAAAAAAKfM/8MC73V7zpPQ/s400/xxxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518306754750764370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing that I didn't up so easily. I realized that being with you, I grew up. I told myself that I wanted to love you more each day. You changed but so what. You're still perfect for me. You'll always be perfect in my eyes I promise you. You've said many hurtful things to me but I guess I deserve it all. I am really confident that I can make our relationship into how we started off as. I couldn't bear the separation from you. It was too tough I think. I'm okay if I don't see you for a week. What bugs me is the truth that I won't be needing your shoulders anymore. I won't hold your hands anymore. I won't be in your arms in long bus rides anymore. I won't kiss good night to you anymore. All the little things that we've been through, is really very significant to me suddenly. All the little details in our relationship that I didn't pay much attention to became such important parts of my life. You didn't know, how painful I felt when I realized I said the wrong thing for that fucking second and I ruined my whole love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the pain of losing someone because I have never lost someone that I freaking love at that point of time. That was why I was such a bitch that day. All thanks to me being a bitch, it was over. I thought I could stop crying but I can't. I don't cry much but after being with you, after the thoughts of you flashing my across my mind, those fucking tears flowed non stop. People say that it's normal that I take things in life for granted and ask me take this relationship as a lesson learnt. How could I possibly do that? For I know our love is not a lesson and I know I really know you still love me. Because if you don't, you wouldn't tear that night. I knew you still cared. Altho you didn't want to get back with me but I knew deep inside you care so bloody much. You wanted to know who was I meeting with and you wanted to know who text me when I hold my phone. I didn't want to let you know who I was meeting that day because I wanted you to care more. Then, I wished that you would just scold me force me not to meet anyone. "Think of our happy times," I told you but you retorted,"WE DON'T HAVE MANY." That was when I shut up and wiped my tears and thought about it. I felt crappy I felt lousy, I feel so fucking confused. All I could think of is that both of us put in so much effort but you can't feel anything? My heart fucking sank. But it's alright, it doesn't matter. All I needed was you to be back and nothing else matter. NOTHING, ELSE, MATTERS, ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's human's nature to take things for granted, yes. Not anymore okay. We've come so far. We've gone through so much pain. You'll be my last I'm dead serious about this. I'll stay by you and I swear, I fucking swear I wanna grow old with you. I just want you by my side. I want to be with you, all the way until we grow old with 3 children and I want my first daughter name to be Shelley and I want you and I, both of us, to tell our eldest daughter where her name came from and you'll start telling her that it was because I like this name a whole lot. Then we'll have a hot pink car and you'll drive me everywhere. We'll go work together and you fetch me from work, we'll have dinner outside together. We'll have bed time stories even tho we're old and dying. I want everything. I may sound like a fool right now but I mean everything I say. We CAN overcome everything. Please please have confidence in me. Just look back all our pictures, each of them reminds me of every single bits and pieces of our happiness. Don't tell me we've never been happy before. Because we have been really happy before. We really have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is to start all over again. I'm gonna love you like I never did before. I just can't afford to lose you anymore. You make me want to be a better girlfriend, a better friend for you and a better lover. No matter how many times you say hurtful stuffs to me, I don't mind. Cus even though you may have broken my heart but my heart still beats the same. It doesn't stop, it's just gonna beat for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-1803878775032961083?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/1803878775032961083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=1803878775032961083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1803878775032961083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/1803878775032961083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-didnt-mean-to-break-your-heart.html' title='I didn&apos;t mean to break your heart.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TJT2wZaO1VI/AAAAAAAAKfM/8MC73V7zpPQ/s72-c/xxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-6833753674293014662</id><published>2010-09-14T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:05:14.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click there v</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click for the bird's blogshop! 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Lady Gaga in one single outfit through out the whole video. New record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sorry I've lost interest in the cyber world lately. I'm weird. Anyway today I went to McDonalds to meet Mrs Shin Chi to make up for the remedial I didn't attend. Afterthat, went to Yishun. Met Gary and Joseph to swim. I failed as a human being because I can't swim. All I could do is to look at small little kid dive into the pool and swim. Worse thing is, I was so super interested in knowing how they knew how to swim I actually SINK IN THE WATER AND LOOK AT HOW THEY SWIM. Good thing I brought my goggles!! HAHAHA. Cannot sia, I fucking failed!!!  Baby sent me home I very happy ^^. I haven't completed any homework, I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; koh hong yao. Is there any other more powerful words than these 3? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-5955595635061648675?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/5955595635061648675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=5955595635061648675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5955595635061648675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5955595635061648675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/chillin.html' title='Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-635207339445586307</id><published>2010-09-10T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:02:50.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna let you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earthquakes can't shake us&lt;br /&gt;Cyclones can't break us&lt;br /&gt;Hurricanes can't take away our love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-635207339445586307?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/635207339445586307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=635207339445586307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/635207339445586307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/635207339445586307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-wanna-let-you-know.html' title='I just wanna let you know'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-876915874924650781</id><published>2010-09-04T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:50:01.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing along with your lies</title><content type='html'>So so so so so so so so so sorry!&lt;div&gt;Couldn't blog because my laptop's charger got fucked up! Fucking saddening and sudden right. All I can do is to blame myself for not switching my laptop off whenever I sleep or go out. Fuck myself... Bring my laptop back and I promise to take good care of it. I only know how to cry when things goes fucked up. Hah, currently I'm using my desktop. Kinda screwed because it took me more than 30mins for the whole desktop to load + on msn. When msn is on, it took me another 40 mins before I can finally move my cursor around. Still, whenever I click on someone in msn, i lag for more than a minute. My desktop needs serious treatment, fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went to school today. I was 1 minute late, assholes. Latecomers bags got checked and phones were confiscated. Worse is, I have detention 2.30-4.30pm because I was late!!!!! Freaking reported sick, got back my phone, pack my stuffs from under my table and BYE, my dad brought me back home. Shiok ah! Ok then when I was at home, I plan to go to the school's side gate at 10.15, asked christie to go there to pass me the $ then asked rosabel to buy canteen's food for me.. But I fell asleep. So Edwin eat my food lor, HAHAHAHAH x1000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, kinda lazy, don't feel like typing anymore. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thanks a whole lot manzxzxz. THANKZXZXZ YOUZXZXZX ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did you hide things from me again? Why is she play such an important role in your life? How much have she done for you all these years and how much have I done for you these 7 months? Do the maths and give me an explanation. I don't wish to make a fuss about this anymore. This shit have been going on for months. Sometimes I really wish she just didn't exists. If you don't hide and if you didn't have a guilty conscience, things would turn out so much better. You decided not to tell me the truth, even after &lt;b&gt;countless times of quarrels&lt;/b&gt;. How am I to trust you again? I really feel like giving up. I really want to but I just don't bear to. I really am going to stop caring about what you're doing. This is final.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;x  x  x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-876915874924650781?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/876915874924650781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=876915874924650781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/876915874924650781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/876915874924650781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/09/playing-along-with-your-lies.html' title='playing along with your lies'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-8239147520554739256</id><published>2010-08-24T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:22:35.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th monthsary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;HaPpY 7Th MoNtHsArY bAbYbOy, HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 7th monthsary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'll always love you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow baby, I'm not going school tomorrow. See you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you see you. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-8239147520554739256?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/8239147520554739256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=8239147520554739256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8239147520554739256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/8239147520554739256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-7th-monthsary-babyboy-haha-happy.html' title='7th monthsary'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-3865851042400878305</id><published>2010-08-22T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:55:40.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Take this post seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So you guys know what is pisang goreng right! Yap yap, and a lot of people love it, I know! Fried banana, yum yum in my tum tum! H3H3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know how to cut the long story short, so I shall write what I feel like writing ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, many years back my parents open a store at Orchard, lucky plaza. Lucky plaza is a place where many filipinos hang out at or shop for their traditional groceries. Usually, the crowd will appear on Sundays as most of the maid's off day is on Sunday. Yap yap, my parents opened a store many years back, when I was around 5 or maybe 6? They open a store that sells philipines groceries. At that time, there wasn't much groceries store for the pinoys there, so my parents made great profit I can say. Slowly down the road right, people copy and paste like copy machine. Now, if you take a stroll at Lucky Plaza, the whole shopping centre sells almost the same damn thing. Yes, it's all about competition I know, people want to open business that is profitable. I'm just really sad for my parents because they've been there for quite a long time and now I'm practically looking at their business going down the slope. I overheard my parents conversation few days ago and I heard that they only earned 300 plus. That is really pathetic. Especially they have to pay the utility bills + rent + supplies + everything else. Really depressing for them I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ya, my parents have been trying all means to find new ideas and sell new stuffs. Limited space in the shop is a problem already. And they can't possibly keep finding new stuffs to sell, they have a lot of things on their to do lists. Few years ago, they tried coming up with Turon. Turon is one of philippine's favourite delicacies. The response were quite awesome actually. Alot of people have been buying it. Slowly, "competitions" arouse and everyone COPY &amp;amp; PASTE again! Recently, I've been working for my parents on Sundays and I see alot of people selling Turon too. I'm getting kinda pissed off because they're just jealous, seriously, just jealous. (Btw, turon is banana wrapped in spring roll's skin, whatever you call it. It's fried and it taste damn nice, I swear!) Aiya, I don't know, I wish to help my parents by posting their food online but how? I'm really willing to help but I don't know how. I wish there is a way. What are the chances of the business becoming better even if I post it online? I fail as a daughter actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's something that piss me off too. There's one lady, who used to work for my mother. As you know, sales lady is one of the main factors that the business will have regular customers right. So, there's this lady, who has a lot of regular customers for my mother. But as time pass and her skin grows thicker, she quit the job and went to open a new store just beside my mother's store!!! Can you imagine that? She freaking sells the same things as my mother. I can't believe she did that, when my mother treated her so good. Can anyone imagine that?! My mother treats her staffs well because afterall, my mother is also from philippines, so she treats her staffs (Who are also pinoys) the same way she treat her family members. During Christmas last year, my mother bought bonia bags for all her staffs. My mother has about 6 or 7 staffs? 7 x $300. Do the maths! Freaking expensive you know. I know everyone wants to be their own boss, but she don't have to make the situation so bad. She could have came frank to my mother and maybe they could work things out and not do shitty stuffs like working for my parents for her own business ideas. That's bullshit. There was once, her store's door got glued with super glue or something... She called up and police and she pin pointed my mother. The police even went to interrogate my mum! What a bitch! She did so much shameless things, my mum didn't even make a freaking complain and she accused my mother. How shameless can she get! I can't believe she still have the face to continue the business beside my mum's. Her door got glued? She have to blame herself for her damn attitude. A woman like her most probably have offended many. It's karma, just accept the fact please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry people, for posting all these. I'm just really depressed looking at mother's store being in such a crappy situation where people do what they do and my parents cant earn much! It's really getting on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And lately, I've been quarreling a lot with my babyboy. My feelings aren't really stable and I tend to act rashly, I may even get out of hand! I'm prone to have depression soon if I continue being like this but I can't keep calm. Save me :(. I hope he does what he promises because I'm sick and tired of lies and more lies. He should know what I don't like and what I like. Since I can give up so much, and sacrifice so much for him... I guess he can too. I hope that other than his family and studies and a few of his good brothers, I'll come first in his mind. No other people/things. I don't want any distractions from other people or other things. It's not that I don't trust him, I just believe the fact that people do change, quite quickly and easily in fact. All I know is, baby boy I love you ever so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-3865851042400878305?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/3865851042400878305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=3865851042400878305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3865851042400878305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/3865851042400878305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/08/turon.html' title='Turon'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3364217927380257009.post-5469556067130968148</id><published>2010-08-21T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:46:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped page from a fairytale book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Continuous quarrels for this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow when I wake up I see you beside me with a love letter on your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you're the very first thing that I see when I open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you're really gonna hug me and say "Baby everything's gonna be alright".&lt;br /&gt;These are all that you've said you'll do tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;The key's under the mat. Be quick baby. I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's dumb enough to walk away, be smart enough to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3364217927380257009-5469556067130968148?l=aangelanlq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/feeds/5469556067130968148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3364217927380257009&amp;postID=5469556067130968148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5469556067130968148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3364217927380257009/posts/default/5469556067130968148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aangelanlq.blogspot.com/2010/08/ripped-page-from-fairytale-book.html' title='Ripped page from a fairytale book'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16037285849013530394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOqCiXcQy7I/TOBMo9rLnUI/AAAAAAAAKgM/SCax1TPn7tM/S220/Image407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
