<?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-11967151</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:33:39.799+08:00</updated><category term='mendel&apos;s law'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='blackheads'/><category term='condoms'/><category term='hdb'/><category term='hairy business'/><category term='ghost whisperer'/><category term='tired'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='bliss'/><category term='chinatown'/><category term='peppy'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='work sucks'/><category term='monday blues'/><category term='new'/><category term='biore'/><category term='holland village'/><category 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term='features'/><category term='sentosa'/><category term='the sims'/><category term='fatique'/><category term='prison break'/><category term='cat'/><category term='elite'/><category term='love'/><category term='genes'/><title type='text'>hopping mad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>924</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-6159485162234047161</id><published>2006-12-23T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:59:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is goodbye, i guess.</title><content type='html'>as you guys can tell, i'm not blogging as much now. i've finally decided to move after contemplating. have emailed a couple of you guys, and those whom i've left out, please do ask it from me. yep, goodbye here, for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6159485162234047161?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6159485162234047161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=6159485162234047161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6159485162234047161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6159485162234047161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-goodbye-i-guess.html' title='this is goodbye, i guess.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-7306522028127895089</id><published>2006-12-13T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:09:56.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so glad i didn't tell you. i don't know why. i'm just glad. you never asked how i'm feeling. just to tell me to tell you. so now, what does it tell about you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i don't want to blog here anymore. might just move. ahhhhhh @#$%^&amp;^&amp;amp;%$#@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7306522028127895089?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7306522028127895089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7306522028127895089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7306522028127895089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7306522028127895089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-so-glad-i-didnt-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-5777025756401937143</id><published>2006-12-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:26:07.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you.</title><content type='html'>its so bloody sad. if you have 12 minutes to spare, just watch it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnf3bGC2qLc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnf3bGC2qLc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-5777025756401937143?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3905851268093066439</id><published>2006-12-07T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:32:38.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's friday.</title><content type='html'>i've basically withdrawn myself from anyone who knows me.&lt;br /&gt;ho ho ho. stephanie's a loner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3905851268093066439?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3905851268093066439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=3905851268093066439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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that's a good rest that i need.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. another day of work :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1710419318043717140?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1710419318043717140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=1710419318043717140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1710419318043717140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1710419318043717140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-can-make-it-through-rain.html' title='i can make it through the rain.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-5602035713504960606</id><published>2006-12-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:25:47.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seemingly so.</title><content type='html'>the boyfriend loves me. i know.&lt;br /&gt;he bought be chocolates. my happy food.&lt;br /&gt;he bought be a can of green tea. my love.&lt;br /&gt;he went to three places to find my cross stitch strings.&lt;br /&gt;but i yet, i screamed at him because he made me wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told a friend i'd call her back. but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another friend, sent me an e-card, but i couldn't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i've been shutting out almost everyone i love :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-5602035713504960606?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5602035713504960606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=5602035713504960606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5602035713504960606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5602035713504960606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/seemingly-so.html' title='seemingly so.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-705404443094362823</id><published>2006-12-03T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:21:21.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will not cry anymore.</title><content type='html'>i think i've straightened out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i always am stronger than i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is full of choices, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once everything's over, i'll give it a good cry and let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-705404443094362823?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-893679856179008622</id><published>2006-12-01T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:37:55.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll never know.</title><content type='html'>the pain i'm going through, noone will ever ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-893679856179008622?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/893679856179008622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=893679856179008622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/893679856179008622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/893679856179008622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/12/youll-never-know.html' title='you&apos;ll never know.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-7288607417010219343</id><published>2006-11-30T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T11:30:28.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我从来没想过&lt;br /&gt;我会这样做&lt;br /&gt;请你原谅我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7288607417010219343?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7288607417010219343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7288607417010219343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7288607417010219343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7288607417010219343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-802905663603726807</id><published>2006-11-30T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:41:43.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please.</title><content type='html'>i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; accept friend requests from people i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-802905663603726807?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/802905663603726807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=802905663603726807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/802905663603726807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/802905663603726807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/please.html' title='please.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-270281229967067640</id><published>2006-11-30T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:34:59.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairy business'/><title type='text'>to do?</title><content type='html'>my sister tried to curl my hair yesterday. and i think she did a half good job. only half of my head looks nice. hahahah and maybe i'll just perm my hair this feburary :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-270281229967067640?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/270281229967067640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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am stronger than i think i am - i think.</title><content type='html'>i guess at least i had the courage to face up to reality.&lt;br /&gt;most of the nitty gritties are settled i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i just don't chicken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't even bother guess what i'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;ask me if you really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only two people, besides the boyfriend knows about this.&lt;br /&gt;best friend is coming home today.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to pour my eyes out to her later. i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6663902157810123265?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6663902157810123265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-299860620644496963</id><published>2006-11-27T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:58:28.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>which is the greater evil?</title><content type='html'>every choice i make now, seems evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i want to run away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;but i know,  i can't be this way for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. sometimes i wish i was stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-299860620644496963?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/299860620644496963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=299860620644496963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/299860620644496963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/299860620644496963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/which-is-greater-evil.html' title='which is the greater evil?'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1284349835906991751</id><published>2006-11-27T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T07:23:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how can i bring myself to do this.</title><content type='html'>the greater of two evil - i chose the one which is the lesser. but its still evil. don't blame me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1284349835906991751?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1284349835906991751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=1284349835906991751' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>am feeling like crap because, i say so. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! sometimes i want to kidnap the boyfriend and hid him in my room :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: happy 20th monthsary baby.&lt;br /&gt;pps: esther, she said more than that! she called me a rich bitch. tmd. i'm broke lah! @#$#^*(&amp;^%$#@#%^&amp;amp;*( and fuming even thinking about it. anyohways, visited that shop at holland v yet? new stock leh! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-9172646643362001830?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9172646643362001830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=9172646643362001830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/841680/Photo0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6831/1460/320/432110/Photo0029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so serious while playing &lt;a href="http://www.gta-sanandreas.com/"&gt;grand theft auto: san andreas&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignoring&lt;/span&gt; me, the precious one, apparently :P and the boyfriend and i are into serious gangster rap and all the gangster talk. all thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.gta-sanandreas.com/"&gt;the game&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo yo yo, my name is sam. rajuSAMy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay. not funny. haha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br 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procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1099225459982868244</id><published>2006-11-24T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:49:56.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two different people - in love.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i just cannot stand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we fight over games. because,&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;different&lt;br /&gt;views&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;playing&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but end of the day, when we complete a mission, we kiss and make up. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1099225459982868244?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1099225459982868244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=1099225459982868244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1099225459982868244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1099225459982868244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-different-people-in-love.html' title='two different people - in love.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-6322442931333442641</id><published>2006-11-24T07:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:36:32.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbo'/><title type='text'>how true.</title><content type='html'>i realised of late that i'm capable of many bimbotic posts. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6322442931333442641?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-5915560798016885515</id><published>2006-11-24T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:35:49.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'>what to do?</title><content type='html'>i'm wide awake on the day i'm supposed to be on leave. actually i just took leave for fun, need to clear for this year leh. haha i'm only allowed to bring forward 7 days, so next year, will be another headache to clear leave :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-thought-my-cat-was-cute.html"&gt;facai the fat cat &lt;/a&gt;needs food i think. she's purring like mad outside my room door. stupid cat. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pssst&lt;/span&gt;, i caught it sleeping on my piano again yesterday afternoon) i almost wanted to kill it and cook stew for dinner. but on the fact that my sister is coming home tonight, i will let it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be stuck to my sister for the next three months i guess. hahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, back to what am i to do today. maybe i should bring his sister out. but then, that will lead to him saying that  i spoil his sister. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello boyfriend! you don't spoil her of course i spoil lah!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, will look for things to eat for breakfast. laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: &lt;a href="https://beta.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=4539972723106986438"&gt;evelyn&lt;/a&gt;, i've emailed you ;)&lt;br /&gt;pps: esther, do you remember who i'm talking about or not? i told you before one! when i was at your shop. think harder! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-5915560798016885515?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5915560798016885515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=5915560798016885515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5915560798016885515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5915560798016885515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-to-do.html' title='what to do?'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-274848329085908752</id><published>2006-11-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:23:48.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><title type='text'>thank God :)</title><content type='html'>hey hey! i have a silent reader! hello &lt;a href="https://beta.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=4539972723106986438"&gt;evelyn&lt;/a&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its good to know that i'm not alone. but, i don't even know if i'm strong enough to share my story with the world yet. would i even have closure to this issue if i post it up? would i even have the courage to do so? well, at least i'm not as sick as her to wash dirty linen in public by sending spam emails. involving me when i'm clearly not involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole time, the boyfriend was trying to protect me from that crazy girl. but i guess there's just so much he could do. she stalks my friendster. she tried to get my email. she tried ways to contact me. and hmmm, let me see, i don't know her? she's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaha but anyway hello &lt;a href="https://beta.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;amp;postID=4539972723106986438"&gt;evelyn&lt;/a&gt; once again :) i'm glad you shared your story with me. i want to share, but i don't know where to start. i don't even know what to say. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway for those who think i'm so free to blog at work, i'm actually on MC :x got the flu bug from the boyfriend. dammit. and my grandmother just had to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"you know your immune system isn't strong. the day when i saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah boy&lt;/span&gt; came to our house down with a cold, i knew you would get sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ps: sorry for the lack of peeeeektures. will post some up soon :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-274848329085908752?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/274848329085908752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=274848329085908752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/274848329085908752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/274848329085908752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-god.html' title='thank God :)'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-4539972723106986438</id><published>2006-11-23T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:58:42.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><title type='text'>that crazy bitch.</title><content type='html'>how in the world can you hate someone when you don't even know him/her? and i think hate is a really strong word to use but have you ever experienced nasty people who simply can't stand you (for god knows what reasons) even when you did nothing to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-4539972723106986438?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4539972723106986438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=4539972723106986438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/4539972723106986438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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well enough,&lt;br /&gt;will know who i'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6675935148948766388?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6675935148948766388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=6675935148948766388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6675935148948766388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6675935148948766388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-again.html' title='once again.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3527785974101195408</id><published>2006-11-22T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:34:04.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you dare.</title><content type='html'>i hate people who show me the international finger while driving.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll snip off your balls. lucky i was turning right.&lt;br /&gt;and i was not even in the wrong. you were freaking speeding.&lt;br /&gt;and you were going straight. maybe that's why you dared to point it right at me.&lt;br /&gt;tmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#@$%^&amp;*^%$#@$*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3527785974101195408?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3527785974101195408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=3527785974101195408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3527785974101195408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3527785974101195408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-you-dare.html' title='don&apos;t you dare.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-6091401285061192572</id><published>2006-11-20T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:31:11.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you bloody dimwit.</title><content type='html'>it was so bad i dreamt about it. its not fair. it so isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6091401285061192572?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6091401285061192572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=6091401285061192572' title='0 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call me a bitch. it takes one to know one anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-9048930377751373024?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9048930377751373024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=9048930377751373024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/9048930377751373024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/9048930377751373024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-found-that.html' title='i found that.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3049399814071484482</id><published>2006-11-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:26:26.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i yellow, porous and absorbant?</title><content type='html'>i asked my boyfriend which song  reminds him most of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what he said. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;spongebob squarepants&lt;/span&gt;. and he ended up laughing for 5 minutes straight -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3049399814071484482?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3049399814071484482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=3049399814071484482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3049399814071484482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3049399814071484482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/am-i-yellow-porous-and-absorbant.html' title='am i yellow, porous and absorbant?'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-6538512554430312424</id><published>2006-11-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:25:19.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><title type='text'>my bad.</title><content type='html'>i was given books of the boyfriend's baby photos just now. was happily flipping through it, until i stumbled across a picture of him and &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/04/shes-only-ex.html"&gt;that crazy ex&lt;/a&gt;. i just closed the book and shoved it aside. i think he saw my reaction. and i think he had no reaction towards it, maybe because my reaction is equivalent to, no reaction. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to make of it. but, its been bugging me a little. its not the first time i stumbled upon pictures of them. maybe because he's messy and long forgotten about it. but still, why does it affect me so much? (she's fugly by the way.) maybe just because they shared memories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. its the insecurities of myself again. should i bring this up to him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6538512554430312424?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6538512554430312424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=6538512554430312424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6538512554430312424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6538512554430312424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-bad.html' title='my bad.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-7522360602674220851</id><published>2006-11-16T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:27:47.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><title type='text'>quickie.</title><content type='html'>quick post before i pop onto bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the place i was given.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid woman is at the cubicle beside me.&lt;br /&gt;sad thing is that i'm tall, so i can see her -_-&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is piling.&lt;br /&gt;i like to think the more you're capable of,&lt;br /&gt;the more your superior will teach you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why she always leave at 6pm sharp.&lt;br /&gt;haha and maybe that's why my starting pay is the same as her pay - two years on.&lt;br /&gt;(ok, i shouldn't laugh at people's plight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked late today.&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend booked out.&lt;br /&gt;rushed out of the office like a mad woman at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;met him on time.&lt;br /&gt;threw a little tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;must be the PMS and the stress.&lt;br /&gt;watched tv. and more tv.&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;momentarily thought i was going to lose him.&lt;br /&gt;he finally woke up. sent him off.&lt;br /&gt;here i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;and laughing at that stupid woman's plight.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7522360602674220851?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7522360602674220851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7522360602674220851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7522360602674220851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7522360602674220851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/quickie.html' title='quickie.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-7397630921208915342</id><published>2006-11-14T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:49:52.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><title type='text'>my life has no space for stupid people.</title><content type='html'>i'm so so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; mad at one stupid woman at work. i mean i do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;have anything against her but she's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what-the-hell-are-you-thinking&lt;/span&gt; kind of stupid. you see, our office had a &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-everything-seems-too-much-of-blur.html"&gt;small renovation last weekend&lt;/a&gt; and we would thus have new cubicles to work in, and a totally different sitting arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sitting layout was out this afternoon and she made a big fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/office_layout.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/400/office_layout.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like, i'm sitting in front of the copier printer and nearest to the entrance of the laboratory because, i need to shuffle between the laboratory and the office most of the day. while she, claims that, she prints alot of documents and needs to collect our end products at the small table next to the laboratory door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please, the end products does not come out every second that you have to sit at my place. while for myself, i have to shuffle between the laboratory and the office like over ten times a day to confirm special orders to be synthesized. and i do have to speak to the laboratory people to convey the customer's specifications. so i don't see why she should be sitting at my place when she has to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;collect&lt;/span&gt; the products at the table &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone has alot of documents to print each day. and i believe i have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; documents for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; order that is placed, i have to print &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; pages of documents. while, she only prints shipment documents (which is only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; pages) for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overseas&lt;/span&gt; customers (which is not alot i tell you, i do orders remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, the distance of the cubicles are not very far apart acutally. so why does she make such a big &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haa&lt;/span&gt; over this? i'm so pissed. no, its not because i want that place but i find it so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if she gets her place changed to mine, i'm so going to be fuming mad. i'll say, if people say they have alot of documents to print, can the printer be next to them? or if they are hungry all the time, should their cubicle be placed near the pantry? or if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always shuffling between the office and the laboratory, should i be sited at the laboratory instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid woman. am so angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7397630921208915342?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7397630921208915342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7397630921208915342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7397630921208915342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7397630921208915342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-life-has-no-space-for-stupid-people.html' title='my life has no space for stupid people.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-8003083113045137214</id><published>2006-11-12T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:39:40.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'>you thought my cat was cute.</title><content type='html'>i came home to find this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; on my piano. still there to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diao&lt;/span&gt; me somemore. i feel like killing it sometimes. but i'm just afraid the SPCA and some cat society in Singapore will come knocking on my door. i'll make sure this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; will be locked in my peacock sister's room when she's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0023.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-8003083113045137214?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8003083113045137214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=8003083113045137214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8003083113045137214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8003083113045137214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-thought-my-cat-was-cute.html' title='you thought my cat was cute.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-7039775947262350799</id><published>2006-11-11T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:37:36.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><title type='text'>when everything seems too much of a blur.</title><content type='html'>at this particular time, i believe that i'm living in a world of "make believe". maybe i was bitterly disappointed in the past and that's why i couldn't trust people much. sometimes i wish that i could forget it all and turn my back on the past, and start anew. maybe things would be so so so, different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored now, and nothing seems to be going right. i don't even quite know which way to turn anymore (or maybe its because i have not bought my calling card yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, the stress and tension at work i'm facing, i don't know how to cope anymore. maybe its because of my inability to achieve security and appreciation from the people i'm closest to. even when i'm seeking a sympathetic ear, its not even forthcoming. i feel so powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm a difficult person to relate to, or even a difficult person to please. sigh. the boyfriend has just booked out of camp, and i need to go to work. on. a. saturday. afternoon. bloody hell. well, at least the renovation has started. new office. bigger space than i used to have. soon. (at least i did not pick the night shift lot. imagine, cold dusty office, in the middle of the night. hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7039775947262350799?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7039775947262350799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7039775947262350799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7039775947262350799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7039775947262350799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-everything-seems-too-much-of-blur.html' title='when everything seems too much of a blur.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-5789186282617718438</id><published>2006-11-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:03:16.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>because i am amusing my little sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Never in my life had I :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathed my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;That 1 person can make me nuts, but can make me smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wong zhixue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like lines because they are :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;When i am nervous, i will :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shake my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last time when i laughed was:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My curly is :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My foot are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my feet are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last christmas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was spent sleeping i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;When i turn my head left to see? :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;When i turn my head right to see:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look down and see:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The craziest event ever:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 19th birthday when i got conned by so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; people. those people who conspired with my little sister to let them into the house -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a hard time understanding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;soccer.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;One time at a family gathering :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep cuz i didn't want to interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;you know i like-like you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i show you attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;If i win an award, the first person i can thank is :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone. it'll never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Triangles are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the source of trigonometry. and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My ideal breakfast is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in bed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you make me happy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont expect anything in return :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll stop my wedding if:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a single strand of hair is out of place. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The world could do without:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I rather lick the belly of the cockroach:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than to touch a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most recent thing you bought youself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoes. peppy actually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes from the boyfriend i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My least favourite part of the day :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nights. cuz i tend to feel tired and then miss all my reality shows late at night :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last time when i was high :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up in the sky was last week - &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-back-from-sentosa.html"&gt;on the sky lift&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The person i last talked to :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last night I :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's this girl i know who:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses her chair as a wheelchair after a minor operation. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is this guy i know:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who lost alot of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tell you the person who will make you happy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is generally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am listening to :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I last ate:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese sea weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My bedsheets:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow with orange and red stripes. they're from OG actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I smell:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;On my table i have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My full name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khoo yi yan stephanie (qiu yi yan)&lt;/span&gt; as reflected on my identity card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next victims :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! phyllicia toh&lt;br /&gt;! laraine kok&lt;br /&gt;! kong puimun&lt;br /&gt;! esther lim&lt;br /&gt;! anyone who bothers :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-5789186282617718438?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5789186282617718438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=5789186282617718438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5789186282617718438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5789186282617718438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/because-i-am-amusing-my-little-sister.html' title='because i am amusing my little sister.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-9002776446235687411</id><published>2006-11-10T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:34:52.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorgenics'/><title type='text'>Colorgenics</title><content type='html'>i'm obscenely stressed out. and i realised everytime i'm stressed out at work or thinking of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; way of phrasing my emails, i drink alot of water. i drink so much that i go to the loo oh so often. not funny. i know. told you i'm obscenely stressed out. maybe that's why me randomly doing &lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/index.htm"&gt;Colorgenics&lt;/a&gt; really showed how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are a very emotional and sensitive individual. Your life and love of life is dominated by your emotions - you have great feeling towards your fellow man and you are always full of enthusiasm but be careful, you tend to let your heart rule your head and this being so, you could be easily hurt - as perhaps you may have indeed been hurt in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You 'need to be needed'. As an idealist you are intolerant of anything short of special consideration from those close to you. If you do not get what you seek you are apt to become reclusive and you will close the doors on all those within your sphere of influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you are, deep down, a very caring person, you are very particular in the choice of friends and indeed very demanding at times. You can be most quarrelsome and controversial and it is because of this argumentative trait you can at times explode into open conflict - conflict with even those you may care for and love. It is because of this inherent argumentative streak in you that may have resulted in broken hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are experiencing considerable stress which is essentially the result of on going rejection and hostility. You are in the unpleasant position where offers of trust, affection and understanding are being withheld and you are being treaded with a degrading lack of consideration. You feel that you are being denied the appreciation that you deserve, which is essential to your well-being and self-esteem, but you have to face up to the situation because as matters stand at this time there is little that you can do about it - you feel that you are getting nowhere and the continuous struggle is a lonely one: all difficulties and no encouragement. Whatever you try to say or do is met with continuous hostility and no matter how much you protest you are consistently misunderstood. You need to escape from the situation but you are so perplexed that you cannot find the strength of mind to make the necessary decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish to safeguard yourself against criticism or conflict and to embed yourself in a protected situation. You are a difficult person to relate to and very difficult to please. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-9002776446235687411?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9002776446235687411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=9002776446235687411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/9002776446235687411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/9002776446235687411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/colorgenics.html' title='Colorgenics'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3869539936124632262</id><published>2006-11-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:02:00.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you know?</title><content type='html'>remember this &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/watch-elite.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;? why do i get so many questions from friends online asking why did i post that up. don't you guys know? its related to &lt;a href="http://xialanxue.blogspot.com/2006/10/rjc-girl-wee-shu-min-gets-slammed-by.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (you have to read it and you'll understand the video.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3869539936124632262?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3869539936124632262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=3869539936124632262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3869539936124632262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3869539936124632262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-you-know.html' title='don&apos;t you know?'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3424091571029194470</id><published>2006-11-09T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:53:09.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But now i find that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when it comes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the winner of the cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3424091571029194470?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3424091571029194470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=3424091571029194470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3424091571029194470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3424091571029194470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-i.html' title='and i.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-7386970809471645599</id><published>2006-11-09T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:51:21.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuz you are loved.</title><content type='html'>breakups are always painful.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to go through a heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;we tried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knew me.&lt;br /&gt;inside. and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's show the skeptics something.&lt;br /&gt;two strong headed people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the worst part now.&lt;br /&gt;is that you're ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and both of us.&lt;br /&gt;refuse to give in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7386970809471645599?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7386970809471645599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7386970809471645599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7386970809471645599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7386970809471645599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/cuz-you-are-loved.html' title='cuz you are loved.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-8956644253500887405</id><published>2006-11-08T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:44:04.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairy business'/><title type='text'>making waves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/wavey%20hair.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/wavey%20hair.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i want wavey hair like this. shall wait till febuary. may hair will be like that by the lunar new year. hahahahahha any sponsors? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no curls cuz i'll look like a tv set, the boyfriend said. and with straight hair, it'll never last - i'll subconsiously tie my hair up when its hot. and with wavey hair, no combing is needed. i'm lazy. just wash, let it dry and let the moouse do the work on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-8956644253500887405?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8956644253500887405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=8956644253500887405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8956644253500887405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8956644253500887405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/making-waves.html' title='making waves.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-7523102571791186475</id><published>2006-11-07T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:29:24.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yakult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condoms'/><title type='text'>yakult condoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0014.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i saw this coaster in my cousin's place the other night. it was supposed to be the &lt;a href="http://www.yakult.co.jp/english/"&gt;yakult&lt;/a&gt; figurine on the coaster. but somehow, it looks like a condom, don't you think? haha man, they should vet through their drawings first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7523102571791186475?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7523102571791186475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7523102571791186475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7523102571791186475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7523102571791186475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/yakult-condoms.html' title='yakult condoms'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-6890892649317912469</id><published>2006-11-07T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T07:29:41.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headaches'/><title type='text'>booooo.</title><content type='html'>i hate it when i'm pms-ing. the really bad mood swings. i think i have hormonal imbalance. hahahaha anyway, i have this splitting headache that i can't seem to get rid of since last night. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6890892649317912469?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6890892649317912469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=6890892649317912469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6890892649317912469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6890892649317912469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/booooo.html' title='booooo.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-6293502434730457630</id><published>2006-11-05T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:28:26.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elite'/><title type='text'>watch the elite.</title><content type='html'>if you have 5 minutes to spare, watch this :) the elite versus the people. that elite girl, deserves to be back lashed at. and watching this too, makes me wanna play &lt;a href="http://thesims.ea.com/"&gt;the sims&lt;/a&gt; all over again. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtavgfcZrvs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtavgfcZrvs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6293502434730457630?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6293502434730457630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=6293502434730457630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6293502434730457630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6293502434730457630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/watch-elite.html' title='watch the elite.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-276009789409249197</id><published>2006-11-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:52:28.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><title type='text'>and back from sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/scan0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and finally the boyfriend went to &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with me :) and he brought me to wherever i want to go. as in, if i wanted to watch a &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/explore_sentosa/attractions/sentosa_4dmagix.html"&gt;4D movie&lt;/a&gt;, he would bring me. if i wanted to play &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/explore_sentosa/attractions/sijori_wondergolf.html"&gt;mini golf&lt;/a&gt;, he would let me. lucky lucky lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; fear of heights, the boyfriend actually took the &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/explore_sentosa/attractions/sentosa_luge.html"&gt;sky lift&lt;/a&gt; with me!!!! oh yes, no &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/explore_sentosa/attractions/sentosa_luge.html"&gt;luge&lt;/a&gt; photo as the picture taken was not even nice! and anyway, we realised that the &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/explore_sentosa/attractions/sijori_wondergolf.html"&gt;mini golf course&lt;/a&gt; was closed, we explored the whole island, spent basically half a day there, looking at bikini babes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of all sizes&lt;/span&gt; and beach hunks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of all sizes&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the way back, i was so pissed off by a certain group of students from a polytechnic way up in the north. please do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; lean on the handle poles on the bus. especially when people are holding on to it. and that person, was the boyfriend. i was like staring at her the whole bus trip. and i think she thinks i think she's pretty. (you might like to read that sentence 3 times before getting it. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, i shall not get it started here. am pissed beyond words &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i was mumbling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch bitch bitch bitch&lt;/span&gt; for like 15 minutes straight. but the coaxing from the boyfriend helped a little. sleeping helped &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; :) and yes, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; resentful against the men in green now, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the boyfriend has guard duty tomorrow. @#$%^&amp;*%$#@%*^^&amp;amp;%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload photos from today whenever i feel like it :) anyway, sentosa changed a whole lot! the boyfriend promised he will take me back there when its fully done up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-276009789409249197?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/276009789409249197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=276009789409249197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/276009789409249197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/276009789409249197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-back-from-sentosa.html' title='and back from sentosa'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1851208078027193834</id><published>2006-11-04T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T07:55:55.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentosa'/><title type='text'>to sentosa!</title><content type='html'>i woke up because i'm hungry. and i'm supposed to meet the boyfriend at harbourfront in an hour. suddenly, because of my hungry-ness (if there's this word), i just don't feel lik going &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg"&gt;sentosa&lt;/a&gt; :( i'd rather go eat. yeah. maybe i should call him. update later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1851208078027193834?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1851208078027193834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=1851208078027193834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1851208078027193834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1851208078027193834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-sentosa.html' title='to sentosa!'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1956613326381468784</id><published>2006-11-02T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:20:09.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackheads'/><title type='text'>i'm the blackhead winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my little sister and myself decided to have a competition. a competition on who has the most blackheads. and the winner, will be crowned, well, the winner. so we used the black biore pore pack, when once you have taken it off, the black heads can be seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, i was the winner. no disgusting pictures for those who are interested. hahahah but its good okay! off to watch &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/prisonbreak/"&gt;prison break&lt;/a&gt;. have hot bods. hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1956613326381468784?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1857474594432778641</id><published>2006-11-02T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:21:19.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mrt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hdb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrated resort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>an elder's take on suicide.</title><content type='html'>i almost die laughing when my grandmother (affectionately known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah ma&lt;/span&gt;) made this comment after the &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/cna/cgi-bin/search/search_7days.pl?status=&amp;search=mrt&amp;amp;id=238456"&gt;2nd MRT death&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;last time, in the 60s, when people wanted to commit suicide, they would just jump into the smelly coller quay. and then, in the 80s to the 90s, they would jump down from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HDB"&gt;HDB flats&lt;/a&gt;. and now, the most popular way to commit suicide is to jump onto &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MRT"&gt;MRT&lt;/a&gt; lines. next time, must be the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Integrated_Resort"&gt;integrated resort&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;i am amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1857474594432778641?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1857474594432778641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=1857474594432778641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1857474594432778641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1857474594432778641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/elders-take-on-suicide.html' title='an elder&apos;s take on suicide.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-8066825465030807412</id><published>2006-11-01T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:16:15.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peppy'/><title type='text'>another pretty pair of shoes.</title><content type='html'>see, i just bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; peep-toe. but &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/ladies-and-gentlemen-meet-peppy.html"&gt;peppy&lt;/a&gt; is still pretty, but she's a little naughty. my toes hurt due to that height of heels. dammit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/shoe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i will think of a name for this. haha pretty right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-8066825465030807412?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8066825465030807412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=8066825465030807412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8066825465030807412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8066825465030807412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-pretty-pair-of-shoes.html' title='another pretty pair of shoes.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-8080725905944155704</id><published>2006-11-01T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:12:22.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><title type='text'>that little dress.</title><content type='html'>wah got people interested in my dress leh. should just shove them all to esther's shop. then she can meet target. and then, she can treat me to nice dinner. hahaha and you know what or not? everytime i'm in the shop, there will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; be a sudden influx of customers leh. they should just pay me to sit there. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i should just show all my pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pweeettttyy&lt;/span&gt; dresses and tell people where i get it. but some only one piece one leh. hahahah ok i'm high on sugar :x too much chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to that anonymous girl, &lt;a href="mailto:stephanie_khoo@hotmail.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; me and i'll give you the details :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-8080725905944155704?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8080725905944155704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=8080725905944155704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peppy'/><title type='text'>ladies and gentlemen, meet peppy.</title><content type='html'>i finally got my &lt;a href="http://www.bcbg.com/"&gt;BCBG&lt;/a&gt; dress at a steal :) happy happy happy. isn't it pweeeetttty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/Photo0014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and, i bought a peep-toe heels at 3 inches high. its so great it deserves to be on my table. and i shall name it, peppy. now people, let's meet peppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/Photo0019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and let's see peppy from the sideview alright? see how the heels are so, so, so wonderful. and its not painful when i put peppy on. i was dancing around esther's shop. and made her, well, green with envy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/Photo0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and well, of course peppy can't be on my table 24/7, so she (yes, i decided that peppy is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; cuz only the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;'s would hurt my feet) will stay with the rest of the shoe family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/Photo0021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and fyi, the boxes have shoes in it too okay :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-2919722968116786444?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2919722968116786444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=2919722968116786444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/2919722968116786444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/2919722968116786444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/ladies-and-gentlemen-meet-peppy.html' title='ladies and gentlemen, meet peppy.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-8015955309457037767</id><published>2006-10-31T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:30:43.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>don't nag. its my money.</title><content type='html'>pay is not in yet but i have a whole list of things to buy. the boyfriend is definately gonna pinch my cheeks and say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so that's where all your pay goes to&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-8015955309457037767?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8015955309457037767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=8015955309457037767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8015955309457037767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8015955309457037767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-nag-its-my-money.html' title='don&apos;t nag. its my money.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-6960235352487030340</id><published>2006-10-30T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:45:49.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whenever. whatever.</title><content type='html'>i am supposed to wear a vintage dress tomorrow to meet up with esther. but i ended up buying a new top. pictures up whenever i feel like it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the boyfriend alot. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-6960235352487030340?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6960235352487030340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=6960235352487030340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6960235352487030340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/6960235352487030340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/whenever-whatever.html' title='whenever. whatever.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-975777585498704060</id><published>2006-10-30T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:36:22.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday blues'/><title type='text'>bluey</title><content type='html'>as usual, i don't feel like working today :( the only thing i look forward to is dinner with a friend. yayness. but i still haven't decided what to wear. to work. the boyfriend's outfield now. dammit. i want to cry already. he called me at 3am and told me he's off to tekong. bloody hell. i should have spoken more. but i was damn damn tired lah. aiyah. whatever lah. i miss him lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pouts&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;dear time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pass quickly. but not too quick to the extent that i can't finish my daily work. its okay if i can't finish the excess work within working hours. i can always do that tomorrow. i don't want to dread work today. if not, my face will be black :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-975777585498704060?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/975777585498704060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=975777585498704060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/975777585498704060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/975777585498704060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/bluey.html' title='bluey'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-7512900172664818430</id><published>2006-10-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:10:38.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>my sunday with babe.</title><content type='html'>8am. Alarm rang. Hit snooze button. 8.05am. Alarm rang again. Hit snooze button again. 8.10am. Alarm rang yet again. Woke up. Called the boyfriend to wake him up. Laze on bed. Switch on laptop. Brushed teeth. Lazed on bed. Surfed the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuss at Starhub cos it's forever auto-disconnecting me. Look at time. 8.45am. Panicked. Muttered that I'm going to be late. Showered. Packed bag. Surfed the internet more. Check this site. Check site meter. 9.15am. Shut down laptop. Found no matching footwear. Changed clothes for the 2,234,547,142nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my room. Facai the fat cat followed me wherever and purred. Figured it was hungry. Filled the cat's bowl. Rushed out of the house. Service 855 arrived at the bus stop before I could catch my breath. Got annoyed by this Fillipino who was talking too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave dagger stares. No effect. Gave more dagger stares. No effect. Shouted at her. Had an effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught my 40 winks on the bus. Within 20 minutes I was at the northern part of Singapore. Called the boyfriend's. He refused to open the door for me. Got pissed. Muttered something under my breath. His mum opened the door. Gave icy stares at the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual. Irritated him to get ready. Rolled eyes. Walked to the public pool. Swam twenty laps. Arms started to cramp up. Showered. Moisturize. Moisturize. Moisturize. Dried hair. Slapped on make up. Looked at the mirror. Told myself I'm beautiful. And that process took half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the boyfriend staring at kids at the pool. Figured it was the fatherly instincts coming up. Sniggered a little. Dumped bag at his place. Left to eat Japanese Ramen. Was bloated. Chose to believe the tiredness was due to exercise and not due to over eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to his place and slept the whole afternoon. Woke to realised contact lenses were so dry. Allowed eyes to be put under running water. Went to the nearby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; shop to buy snacks. Fed ourselves silly. Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend got angry with his mum. Talked some sense to him. Was okay. And did the routine packing of his camp stuff. Ate dinner. Sent him off to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Tired. Sleeping soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7512900172664818430?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7512900172664818430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7512900172664818430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7512900172664818430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/7512900172664818430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-sunday-with-babe.html' title='my sunday with babe.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1128774054055277544</id><published>2006-10-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:59:17.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>its a good buy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/table.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so that somehow sums up my day isn't it? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1128774054055277544?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1128774054055277544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=1128774054055277544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1128774054055277544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1128774054055277544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/stephanies-expenditure-amount-qty.html' title='its a good buy.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-4287495085135883003</id><published>2006-10-28T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T10:43:38.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>i found out from my sister (still the one with the peacock hair) that jinyee reads my blog. oh hello jinyee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-4287495085135883003?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4287495085135883003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=4287495085135883003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/4287495085135883003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/4287495085135883003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-9107838970996055661</id><published>2006-10-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:41:40.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vietnam'/><title type='text'>i just ate a plate of pineapples.</title><content type='html'>the crazy sister (the one with the peacock hair) told me to go vietnam for my holiday with the boyfriend. she not scared i kena kidnapped and hands chopped off to become beggar ah? ok. i should go vietnam for holiday then. hahahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-9107838970996055661?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-4216990440659047176</id><published>2006-10-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:00:31.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mendel&apos;s law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairy business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genes'/><title type='text'>what's wrong with being hairy?</title><content type='html'>wah i think Mendel's Law of Heredity stands in my family. hahaha especially Mendel's Second Law (Law of Segregation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mendelian inheritance (or Mendelian genetics or Mendelism) is a set of primary tenets relating to the transmission of Heredityhereditary characteristics from parent organisms to their children; it underlies much of genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abstracted from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mendel%27s_Laws"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/mendel.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/mendel.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;you know why? because, i'm hairy, but my siblings are not. so therefore, my sister concluded that both my parents are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterozygous"&gt;heterozygous&lt;/a&gt; carriers of the "hairy" gene, where non-"hairy" is the dominant gene. and when both parents are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterozygous"&gt;heterozygous&lt;/a&gt;, the ratio of dominant to non-dominant is 3:1, and hence, i'm that 1. i am a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homozygote"&gt;homozygote&lt;/a&gt;  of the "hairy" gene - thus hairy (see the two small &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; in the picture). the remaining 3 of my siblings are either, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homozygote"&gt;homozygote&lt;/a&gt; of the non-"hairy" genes or a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterozygous"&gt;heterozygote&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my younger sister thinks its funny. she can't stop laughing when she helped waxed my legs -_- i returned her a favour by farting in her toilet. hahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-4216990440659047176?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4216990440659047176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=4216990440659047176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/4216990440659047176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/4216990440659047176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-wrong-with-being-hairy.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with being hairy?'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-5030204195598713112</id><published>2006-10-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:28:03.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>who doesn't love fattening stuff :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/loves.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/loves.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've found someone similar. haha actually we're both quite similar in some ways. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-2369779069404645734</id><published>2006-10-26T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:18:35.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><title type='text'>peektures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a couple of instances of pure bliss.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/Photo0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like just being happy even when you look stupid :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/320/Photo0016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or plainly, looking stupid when you're trying to take a proper picture ;)&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/11967151-2369779069404645734?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2369779069404645734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=2369779069404645734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/2369779069404645734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/2369779069404645734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/peektures.html' title='peektures!'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-9164612815824102303</id><published>2006-10-26T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T07:33:50.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misappropriation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great world city'/><title type='text'>another sunny thursday.</title><content type='html'>the boyfriend and myself ended up arguing whether &lt;a href="http://www.allgreen.com.sg/allgreencorp/project_details.cfm?project_uin=34"&gt;great world city&lt;/a&gt; is the place to shop. and of course, it always ended up with me looking like this -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm so happy its a thursday cuz tomorrow is a friday :) am meeting one girl today. and another on monday. but friday is free. don't even know what i should do. argh. maybe i should run. but i'm going swimming on saturday with the boyfriend! i'll be so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of being tired. i need i have to have more bonding time with my pillow. been so tired recently. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, something random, the boyfriend taught me a new word last night - &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/misappropriation"&gt;misappropriation&lt;/a&gt;. hmmm, what does army teach you anyway?! anyway as usual, i need to prepare to go to work :( and you know, sometimes when i'm all healthy and well, i wish i will faint the next second, so i will have a reason not to go to work? heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-9164612815824102303?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-4614141802634570396</id><published>2006-10-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:04:36.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what defines love?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder if two very different people can be together happily. cuz that would take a whole load of compromise, a whole load of patience and a whole load of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god-know-what&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what about two people who are very similar? that would take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; a whole load of compromise, a whole load of patience and a whole load of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god-know-what&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day, would it be all worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-4614141802634570396?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4614141802634570396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=4614141802634570396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/4614141802634570396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/4614141802634570396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-defines-love.html' title='what defines love?'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3012164152227646176</id><published>2006-10-23T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T07:34:35.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday blues'/><title type='text'>its just one of those days.</title><content type='html'>its monday again and i don't feel like going to work! like, a quarter of the office is on leave. bummer. should have applied it while i can. but i always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; procrastinate. i never learn do i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3012164152227646176?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3012164152227646176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=3012164152227646176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3012164152227646176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3012164152227646176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='its just one of those days.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-497995462247004773</id><published>2006-10-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:47:24.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mastercard'/><title type='text'>advertorial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; so where are we going tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; i'll call you once i finish work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; ok. what time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; don't know. once i clear my work i guess. 6 plus? i promise i won't OT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; so where we meeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;looking at me in the eye, in an advertorial tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) him:&lt;/span&gt; wherever you may be, there's always, &lt;a href="http://www.mastercard.com/index.html"&gt;mastercard.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;i think my boyfriend is just hilarious. sometimes you just don't know what he will say next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-497995462247004773?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/497995462247004773/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-339107492486542845</id><published>2006-10-22T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:38:57.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinatown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>we were supposed to go running.</title><content type='html'>the boyfriend woke up late so plan was changed. somehow we came to a concensus to go &lt;a href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/what_to_see/ethnic_quarters/chinatown.html"&gt;chinatown&lt;/a&gt;. showed me the places he used to go with his mum when he was younger. ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. well, had fun. ended up in town and planned for our holiday. talked alot. energy level drained. was home around 9ish. watched tv and being what we do best - couch potatoes. he just left. and i'm so tired :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about energy levels draining. the past couple of months, little activities make me so tired. i don't know. its like, i'll be like, wanting to go home and sleep the day away. i didn't used to be like that. i used to be more energetic. i don't know what has gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby said its mental fatique due to the stress i'm facing at work. maybe. but what if its something more? and he said i was crazy to think about these. i think so too. sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-339107492486542845?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/339107492486542845/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1572132063649379758</id><published>2006-10-21T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:55:59.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tyra banks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaseline'/><title type='text'>i think she's crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZdHpYMR4ljY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZdHpYMR4ljY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this from &lt;a href="http://thesuperficial.com/2006/10/tyra_banks_is_out_of_her_mind.html#comment"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and  i was like, what the (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please-insert-a-descriptive-word-here&lt;/span&gt;)?! i was so amused that she and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; audience were so excited over a jar of &lt;a href="http://www.vaseline.com/vic.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vaseline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and she was like rolling all over the floor?! i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;. i just don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1572132063649379758?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1572132063649379758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=1572132063649379758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1572132063649379758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1572132063649379758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-shes-crazy.html' title='i think she&apos;s crazy.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-568618863686113879</id><published>2006-10-21T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:42:51.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holland village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivo city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><title type='text'>no brunei for the boyfriend - i hope.</title><content type='html'>the boyfriend might be posted to brunei for one bloody year. but i hope he doesn't get that vocation :( though the money is like $x and is comparable to my salary, so what? i can't see him. that cannot be happening. nope nope nope. he'll die without me. hahaha he loves me too much :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any oh ways, miss lim peirong and myself conspired to meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.vivocity.com.sg/"&gt;vivocity&lt;/a&gt; today and it failed terribly. but i ended up seeing four old friends. and phy, guess what, one of them is selina! hahahahahhahah anyway i was wearing &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-days-go-away.html"&gt;the bubble dress the boyfriend bought for me&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.vivocity.com.sg/"&gt;vivocity&lt;/a&gt; last week and i made heads turn! hahahahahha the boyfriend said i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;! hhaha indeed the weather is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked the whole of &lt;a href="http://www.vivocity.com.sg/"&gt;vivocity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bugisjunction-mall.com.sg/"&gt;bugis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/what_to_see/suburban_living/holland_village.html"&gt;holland village&lt;/a&gt;. and i just got home :( legs are aching. took a couple of nonsensical pictures (ie, couples making out on the bus and psyching myself that they are an adultrous pair, or a group of family wearing &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com/home.jsp"&gt;crocs&lt;/a&gt; -_-) will upload later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-568618863686113879?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/568618863686113879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=568618863686113879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/568618863686113879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/568618863686113879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-brunei-for-boyfriend-i-hope.html' title='no brunei for the boyfriend - i hope.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-5347282826448491547</id><published>2006-10-20T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T07:35:17.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a friday!</title><content type='html'>i love fridays. come come come, lets go smell the air and kiss little flowers :) update later. hahahaha gotta work even if its friday. i promise i won't OT :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-5347282826448491547?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5347282826448491547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=5347282826448491547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5347282826448491547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5347282826448491547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-friday.html' title='its a friday!'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-5977621931078377151</id><published>2006-10-19T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:40:54.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><title type='text'>one more day to the weekends!</title><content type='html'>its thursday going on friday :) (please read it in a sing-song manner, to the tune "sixteen going on seventeen" song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the boyfriend did not call me in the wee hours of the morning. and that only shows that (no, he still loves me okay) he will be having a busy day today. which is not a bad thing. at least he's occupied. but noone to bug me and wake me up, sleepy eyed, telling me he loves me and he hangs up. dammit. am gonna flood his phone with msges today (and i know he secretly likes that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any-oh-ways, its a lazy thursday morning and i woke up late, and i'm still sitting here to blog (but please think fast &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lightning&lt;/span&gt; typing skills!) and its 7.40am on my phone right now. so, need to get out of the house by 8.10am. should have time to wash up, make up and all the girlie wirlie stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-5977621931078377151?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5977621931078377151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-2569414843222615116</id><published>2006-10-18T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:29:42.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>growing old with work.</title><content type='html'>they say when you start working, time passes really fast. and i can't deny that. its already wednesday and i still have so much work to do :( and time passes so fast that i've been in this industry for like close to 8 months. can you freaking believe that? it doesn't even feel this way. it feels like it has only been 3. sigh. at the rate like this, i can soon go get married, pop a few kids, and grow old with my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point. time passes so fast that soon, darling will be out of army and yes, i will continue studying. but where? and what? sometimes i am hasty in what i do. i don't want to waste the money and later regret the course i signed up for. actually, deep down, i don't know where my real interest lies. yes, i did say i'm take a gap year or two. but am i really sitting down to think? no. maybe because, i just think that its just so far away. baby is only in the army for almsot half a year (you see! time passes so fast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. now i want phy to be back soon so i can talk to her. like. really. anyway i realised entries are wordy, so shall just post a few random pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my work place - biopolis through the haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spot the rabbit i've made :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/Photo0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its just one of those times i've sent him back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i told you. random pictures :P well well, need to wash up. i. don't. want. to. go. to. work.&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/11967151-2569414843222615116?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2569414843222615116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=2569414843222615116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/2569414843222615116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/2569414843222615116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/growing-old-with-work.html' title='growing old with work.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-8057708953519872176</id><published>2006-10-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:27:00.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>jammed information.</title><content type='html'>i actually don't know what to blog about. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-8057708953519872176?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1157388852718556842</id><published>2006-10-16T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:24:48.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just needed an answer.</title><content type='html'>everything's so fuzzy. no, its not the haze. i think i'm being really absent minded. i used to have an edge over everything, but now, i seem to have lost it :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1157388852718556842?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1157388852718556842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=1157388852718556842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1157388852718556842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/1157388852718556842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-needed-answer.html' title='i just needed an answer.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3465737070520072537</id><published>2006-10-16T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T07:41:48.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>on deciding where to go.</title><content type='html'>the boyfriend and myself are planning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; trip. yes you've read it correctly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; trip. but we don't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why we're not going these places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cruises&lt;/span&gt; are expensive and you basically do not have much to do there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bali&lt;/span&gt; is too over-rated and the boyfriend said &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-im-not-going-bali.html"&gt;i will get bombed over there &lt;/a&gt;-_- i was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;batam&lt;/span&gt; last month. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bintan&lt;/span&gt; is just like batam, too boring, has nothing to do except to relax. and we'll spend too much time travelling to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;redang&lt;/span&gt; so its out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;places we've both been before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've both been to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KL,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bangkok&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt;. so all these are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;places we've not been together, but not going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunway lagoon&lt;/span&gt; is fine, just that the boyfriend does not appreciate theme parks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;genting&lt;/span&gt; is boring too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penang&lt;/span&gt; is well, the same is bintan and bali isn't it? argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;places we're considering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the only decent place on the list is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hong kong&lt;/span&gt; but worth it or not? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. need to prepare for work. someone please help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3465737070520072537?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3465737070520072537/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-1418454013027539121</id><published>2006-10-16T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T07:32:13.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>bring a bed to the office.</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired i momentarily forgot my password :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need. more. sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-1418454013027539121?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1418454013027539121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3654069993490198879</id><published>2006-10-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:33:44.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orchard road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vivo city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><title type='text'>bad days go away</title><content type='html'>bad days will always be bad days. nothing you can do will make it better. i'm glad its almost over. but i shall talk about the happier things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved brought me to vivo city today. met like three secondary school friends. what a bloody coincidence. but then again, it seems like the whole of orchard road has migrated to harbourfront today. cuz later in the afternoon, when we were there, it seems like a ghost town -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the whole freaking day, i don't know why i was just so moody. so the boyfriend bought be a shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/SSL20393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/SSL20393.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and not that i wanted more, but i still couldn't hype myself up. maybe its because i was tired, and i hate people stepping on my toes, literally and figuratively (phy should know this! haha) so he bought be this white bubble dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/SSL20389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/SSL20389.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/SSL20396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/SSL20396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i bet esther is drooling over this dress. and then, look at the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/1600/SSL20398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6831/1460/200/SSL20398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now i know my sister is going tsk tsk. haha and she'll think i'm bullying my boyfriend. but i do not okay :P i love him lor. have you seen any guy hugging a girl who is crying, hitting him, biting him, kicking him all at one time? he did. cuz i was that girl. he pissed me off and i threw a huge fit. well, not really. i burst into huge tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you i was moody :P but that's another story for another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3654069993490198879?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3654069993490198879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=3654069993490198879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/3654069993490198879'/><link rel='self' 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have!), it means the guy who we want to spend the rest of our lives making cute babies with. but to me, its more than that, he's my best friend (besides phy), he knows me inside out, loves me just the way i am, supports me, makes me laugh, and the list is long. because it's true what they say - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you've met the one you're destined to be with, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you just know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. you don't ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; need to question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt; because i naturally remember his birthday, your anniversary, and days that are important to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt; because i compliment him even when he knows he's not looking his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt; because i tell my friends and family how great he is and i am always excited to introduce him to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt; because i feel comfortable being myself in front of him. and its not only the "silly me" kind of antics, but me being comfortable with him seeing me without make-up, or me looking all so sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt; because i don't have to compromise who i am when i'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt; because our relationship has a natural ease and flow. nothing has to be forced. everything seems like natural chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt; because we share a common ground. we both have the same foundamental values we follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not because of the things he did.&lt;br /&gt;or the things he has said.&lt;br /&gt;its because i know.&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't have to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;some people say its because he gives in to them.&lt;br /&gt;some might say its because he gives surprises.&lt;br /&gt;i respect that. but i know he's the one -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cuz i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-7924216960249108600?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7924216960249108600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=7924216960249108600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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forgetful.</title><content type='html'>so, today my beloved brought me to east coast park to cycle. and we raced, but of course, i lost. anyway i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; that i brought my camera along so we didn't have any pictures :( and when i was unpacking at home, i saw my camera. and he saw it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; how come you didn't tell me you wanted to take pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; i don't know what! i forgot okay! next time lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; what if there's no more next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; -_-"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid boy. look what army has done to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-5902483849065146777?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5902483849065146777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=5902483849065146777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5902483849065146777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/5902483849065146777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-people-dont-know-im-that.html' title='sometimes people don&apos;t know i&apos;m THAT forgetful.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-8476817277860096034</id><published>2006-10-13T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:14:07.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><title type='text'>maybe that's why.</title><content type='html'>somehow, i felt a tinge of jealousy when both my parents went to my sister's graduation. somehow, i always feel that i'm the one who is always left out. maybe that's why i never wanted to open up to most people, especially my parents. maybe that's why i'm such a bitter bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-8476817277860096034?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8476817277860096034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=8476817277860096034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8476817277860096034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/8476817277860096034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/maybe-thats-why.html' title='maybe that&apos;s why.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-2415299249299003405</id><published>2006-10-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:02:50.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost whisperer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv addict'/><title type='text'>something about me.</title><content type='html'>i cried while watching &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/ghost_whisperer/"&gt;ghost whisperer&lt;/a&gt;. its so touching. argh. i sound like a tv addict. but really, i am :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-2415299249299003405?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2415299249299003405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=2415299249299003405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/2415299249299003405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/2415299249299003405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-about-me.html' title='something about me.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-456913494952949829</id><published>2006-10-13T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:35:35.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work sucks'/><title type='text'>swamped.</title><content type='html'>i stay so late for work each night, sometimes i think i'm overworked. sometimes i think i'm a workaholic. but then again, is it all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're those who take advantage of you. there are those who think i'm just putting on an act, so that my superiors know that i'm hardworking. there are those who think, well, they don't even know what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, those who know me well will know that i will take the chance to flee the office on time, if my work is done. but work can never be done. and well, i do have responsibilities. i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; temp staff under me. i have to train them on some basics. but they don't seem to actually realise that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they are so close together&lt;/span&gt;. like please, its a workplace. get close &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; working hours. stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to coach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the temp staff on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netiquette"&gt;netiquette&lt;/a&gt;, and phone etiquette. i've read through the emails they've sent to customers and have copied me in the mail. i could almost die. bolding words, making it sound like instructions. oh freak of natures. and they are not customer services &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;officers&lt;/span&gt;. they are customer service &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assistants&lt;/span&gt;. bloody hell. will change their signature soon -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smirks&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, they are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; age as me. how come they don't know all these basics? damn. everytime i approach them with the emails they've sent, they'll give me this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i-don't-care-what-you-say.-i-am-just-doing-my-work&lt;/span&gt; kind of look and tell me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry i didn't know&lt;/span&gt;. like, no excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. imbeciles. shortening my lifespan by half.&lt;br /&gt;bah. need to wash up. will rant more at night.&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention, the boyfriend's coming out tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-456913494952949829?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-5503845492755399351</id><published>2006-10-12T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T07:33:21.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>you get the drift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i don't want to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i could hardly get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i forgot what i needed to follow up today at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i fell asleep before i could wish my sister a happy birthday last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i kept quiet while the boyfriend called this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i wish time stopped so i can catch up with my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i have thoughts of calling in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i have a throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i keep yawning after every sentence typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;. i don't know what to write anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-5503845492755399351?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-3027090153945145686</id><published>2006-10-11T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:03:42.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='features'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beta'/><title type='text'>new features</title><content type='html'>am using the new blogger beta now. trying to get used to the features. ah well, we'll see how it goes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-3027090153945145686?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-116048854222540264</id><published>2006-10-10T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:55:42.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it just won't stop.</title><content type='html'>feeling all so crammy. ah, its the internal bleedings that girls have to go through monthly. its days like these you wish you can just stay home with a hot water bottle on your tummy and sleep the day away. but in real life, i had to drag my sorry ass out of my bed and go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, darling dearest would be going cycling with me on saturday :) east coast park, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. off to bed. pain is killing me. am going to die soon. i'm not going to even start on telling you how much i bled :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116048854222540264?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116048854222540264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=116048854222540264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116048854222540264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116048854222540264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-just-wont-stop.html' title='it just won&apos;t stop.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-116048158501714588</id><published>2006-10-10T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:59:45.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i'm not going bali.</title><content type='html'>when i told my boy that i wanted to go bali, you know what he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you want to go there and get bombed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fourth&lt;/span&gt; time ah?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, we wouldn't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;lucky right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116048158501714588?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-116040467710238894</id><published>2006-10-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:37:57.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he made me so happy.</title><content type='html'>baby's gonna bring me on a holiday next month! :) he said anywhere that i want to go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and!!!&lt;/span&gt; we're gonna clear our leave together. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wooot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116040467710238894?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116040467710238894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=116040467710238894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116040467710238894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116040467710238894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-made-me-so-happy.html' title='he made me so happy.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-116040415723808454</id><published>2006-10-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:29:17.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know its him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/992/1600/SSL20376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3745/992/200/SSL20376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my boyfriend will make a good husband. you should see how he looked after that little imp at the zoo. will upload pictures whenever i'm free :) too tired. work's draining all my reserve energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116040415723808454?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116040415723808454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=116040415723808454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116040415723808454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116040415723808454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-its-him.html' title='i know its him.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-116026579899720711</id><published>2006-10-08T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:03:19.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid boy.</title><content type='html'>baby's bring me to the &lt;a href="http://www.zoo.com.sg/"&gt;zoo&lt;/a&gt; again today :) he told me not to blame him if i can't see the animals due to the haze -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116026579899720711?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116026579899720711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>not funny. we're all going to die.</title><content type='html'>now i know the meaning of SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES. we're all going to die prematurely because of the bad haze situation. and like esther mentioned, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man-made&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;forest fires. dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116014010180505308?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116014010180505308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=116014010180505308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116014010180505308'/><link 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the simple things like shifting of sitting positions, are being procrastinated by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; else. i almost wanted to scream and rip their heads off. but i didn't. i just replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;, which i know, doesn't reflect i good image of me, but what do i care? i'm having a bad day and everyone deserves to be on a bad day. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realised how easily frustrated and fed up i can get sometimes. it's just bad day for me i swear. but i'm not sorry for it. cuz some people just deserve to be shouted at. i got so grumpy and frustrated i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt; the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend called and i hung up. called again and i started crying. sigh. he listened and when i refused to talk, he let me be. he's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. i only opened up when i was home, where i can rant till the cows come home, and noone would even bother about me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, don't tell me today is going to be a better day. cuz there's shit to clear at work. and people are work, are also shit. i should clear them all. call me the shi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terminatator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116009113955989548?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116009113955989548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=116009113955989548' title='0 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style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; the haze. hahah its like, once i stepped out of my office building like 8ish or so, i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fwah&lt;/span&gt;! my eyes soon started to water while flagging for a cab. i almost wanted to dig my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound so bimbotic. but whatever, cuz now, there's no movement of air. so still. so, warm, so, stuffy. i need the air-con :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116005218324737574?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116005218324737574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=116005218324737574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116005218324737574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116005218324737574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze.html' title='the HAZE!'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-116000556264248763</id><published>2006-10-05T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:46:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they love me.</title><content type='html'>recently i have been working late. to the point where granny has to call me everyday to check if i'm coming home for dinner or i just plain forgotten to call home to inform i'm not eating. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah lao&lt;/span&gt;, i'm hungry one lor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiyah&lt;/span&gt; but i can't blame her can i? she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i haven't had time to take a breather from work. step back. and look at the bigger picture. i just work and work and work. maybe today, i will let myself go home from work, earlier than the usual 8ish or 9ish. i hate having cold dinner dishes. eating alone. and feeling all so worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been neglecting the boyfriend too. which is bad. cuz when he wants a decent conversation, my brains shut down. not that i don't want to, but i'm really so tired. worse thing is, he didn't even make any noise. he was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babe, go sleep. you're tired&lt;/span&gt;. like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foah&lt;/span&gt;, make me even more guilty. and like 50% of the time, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; sleep. the other 50%, i'll just try to keep a decent conversation. sigh. but he loves me too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-116000556264248763?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/116000556264248763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=116000556264248763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116000556264248763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/116000556264248763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/they-love-me.html' title='they love me.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-115991816358259192</id><published>2006-10-04T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:29:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stupidity of men.</title><content type='html'>i was complaining that i was fat and the boyfriend came up with a exercise regime for me during the weekends. and he said he'll run with me on saturdays and sundays when he's out of camp. does he think that if he's a commando, his girlfriend will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;automatically&lt;/span&gt; one? argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-115991816358259192?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115991816358259192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=115991816358259192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115991816358259192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115991816358259192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupidity-of-men.html' title='the stupidity of men.'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-115983215364919742</id><published>2006-10-03T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T07:35:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what lah!</title><content type='html'>even my boyfriend mentioned &lt;a href="http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/09/haze-what-haze.html"&gt;the haze&lt;/a&gt;! grrr and i still don't see it! nor smell it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nor&lt;/span&gt; feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-115983215364919742?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115983215364919742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=115983215364919742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115983215364919742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115983215364919742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-lah.html' title='what lah!'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-115974601125031282</id><published>2006-10-02T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T07:40:11.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell am i talking about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; uh hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;you know we've been planning alot about marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;but will you propose to me or not har?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; of course lah! what the hell are you talking about?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-115974601125031282?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115974601125031282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=115974601125031282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115974601125031282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115974601125031282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-hell-am-i-talking-about.html' title='what the hell am i talking about?'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-115974549884310039</id><published>2006-10-02T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T07:31:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still don't!</title><content type='html'>no, i still do not see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nor&lt;/span&gt; smell the haze esther.&lt;br /&gt;dammit. but its a good thing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is bliss. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt; childrens' day everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-115974549884310039?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115974549884310039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=115974549884310039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115974549884310039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115974549884310039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-still-dont.html' title='i still don&apos;t!'/><author><name>the queen procrastinator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13738706350470967832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-115967518652284352</id><published>2006-10-01T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:59:46.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you, even if you don't call :P</title><content type='html'>i am going to be some low life being and watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; the whole day. haha have no plans. no nothing. zilch activities ;) really time to relax, and take things slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-115967518652284352?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b167/iamhoppingtoo/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11967151.post-115967332965596259</id><published>2006-10-01T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:28:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i tell you ev'yching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my sister just drove me nuts. she flipped her whole wardrobe to find &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; to wear for the past half an hour and ended up raiding &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; wardrobe. argh. another funny thing. her friend think's i'm their banana friend. haha oh well. for once my younger sister has activities, and i don't :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;boyfriend went back to camp this morning. dammit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-115967332965596259?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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when the cause is you. i know it takes two hands to clap, but every action has a reaction, doesn't it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love the way&lt;/span&gt; you look at me, when you think i'm not noticing, but i do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i hate the way &lt;/span&gt;you don't look at me when you're pissed off. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love the way&lt;/span&gt; you are always there when i had a bad day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i hate the way &lt;/span&gt;you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insist&lt;/span&gt; on leaving everytime we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how much you've hurt me, i've never remembered them. cuz the good times always overrides the bad. so why do you always harp on the unhappy times. don't you even see that you've made me smile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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i could sleep my life away. because, one, i'm tired, two, i don't want to work. dreams versus reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in dreams, i can fly. i can sing like a pop idol. i can do anything and be anything i want to be. but in reality, i can't fly. i can't sing like a pop idol, no matter how hard i try. and lastly, being someone i want to be, well, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i'm meeting the boyfriend for dinner tonight (: will give myself a self reminder to not talk about work, at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt; stuff at work. will make tonight's dinner date a happy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-115940046568617423?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115940046568617423/comments/default' title='Post 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him: &lt;/span&gt;baby, do you want to be the mother of my children?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;argh, i couldn't stop smiling, even though i was half asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11967151-115919781198375085?l=iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamhoppingtoo.blogspot.com/feeds/115919781198375085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11967151&amp;postID=115919781198375085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11967151/posts/default/115919781198375085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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