<?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-28646375</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:40:00.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dreams, nightmares and real life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-8518306759063365824</id><published>2009-05-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:27:48.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My rest day..finally</title><content type='html'>My aim was to stay home today the whole day...so i woke up at 4pm, watched so dvd and went to clean up, received a miss call from greg, he was feeling upset and wanted to meet me for dinner, so there I was with my godsis at northpoint with him, it has been so long since we met each other, we joked about everything including the past with what happened in the bath with me and my godsis, we were still very young at that time, so no dirty thoughts, but we talked about everything in the past, like how my godsis did this heroic act for a baby bird when the two male playmates with us wouldn't anything, my godsis took out her shirt under her block and covered the bird and ran up the stairs to her house with the bird.....yes i know...and her mom said," AIYO!!!AH GIRL!!!you think you boy ar!!" thank goodness it hasnt developed yet, haha so funny, but that was the past, i hope it doesnt happen again *hint*. But I had fun with you monkeys just now...and cheer up greg...you need to learn how to have fun.*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-8518306759063365824?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/8518306759063365824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/8518306759063365824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-rest-dayfinally.html' title='My rest day..finally'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-4985548863585494378</id><published>2009-01-31T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:01:06.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was...</title><content type='html'>Woke up today morning, feeling sleepy as ever...got ready for work...I went down...walked towards the next block, saw a familiar face I saw last week, same time, 7am, only last week he was scratching himself, and he walked into the lift as i passed him, but this morning, he took his...penis out of his zipper and was swinging it like nobody's business, I wasn't afraid...so as I walked nearer, he got into the lift, and he was a cleaner from the town council, indian national, and he was quite young. I felt like puking at that time, very disgusted about that, wanted to call up town council, but I called the police instead, I do hope something gets done soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-4985548863585494378?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/4985548863585494378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/4985548863585494378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was.html' title='Today was...'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-965914315755297640</id><published>2009-01-27T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:00:05.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SX_0V5C704I/AAAAAAAAANk/cMybIc14X3M/s1600-h/DSC04654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SX_zEqnpsTI/AAAAAAAAAME/M8fmu_zX4AQ/s400/DSC04610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296218948296618290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SX_zEYoQqvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2DiEyhwg1IY/s1600-h/DSC04605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SX_zEYoQqvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2DiEyhwg1IY/s400/DSC04605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296218943467334386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SX_zEYnUp2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/scjaWSvM5uw/s1600-h/DSC04589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SX_zEYnUp2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/scjaWSvM5uw/s400/DSC04589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296218943463401314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my granny's place for chinese new year..my nephews were feeling bored...Rosanna and I was feeling bored too...so we decided to bring the two nephews down to play...This was the result...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-965914315755297640?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/965914315755297640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/965914315755297640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-2009.html' title='CNY 2009!!!'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SX_0V5C704I/AAAAAAAAANk/cMybIc14X3M/s72-c/DSC04654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-1548572545321555992</id><published>2009-01-24T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:51:05.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to the old boy!!</title><content type='html'>To: Lee Aiman s/o Johnson Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Happy 21st birthday!!Or should I say 19th birthday, haha, hope you are enjoying yourself and also enjoyed yourself yesterday during our "Dance" haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  yours truely&lt;br /&gt;   Cockroach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-1548572545321555992?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1548572545321555992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1548572545321555992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-old-boy.html' title='Happy birthday to the old boy!!'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-956975641628209259</id><published>2009-01-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:28:54.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks my dears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SWT0Vm7QOkI/AAAAAAAAALs/_BMxtHZL2-w/s1600-h/bdae2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SWT0Vm7QOkI/AAAAAAAAALs/_BMxtHZL2-w/s400/bdae2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288620514503309890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 6th of January...I headed off to work, wasn't in a very good mood, then as i was doing server's duty, everyone else one duty..Baker( aunty Ng), kitchen crew( aunty Lim ai and Aunty Ee Sim), Cashier (jie jie mei yun), and Ah pui (jamin), assistant manager (Saw Har..wasnt there yet..it was her off day...she came awhile later), were all busy, and i only had very few customers..my ah pui kept going out of the store saying...need to draw money...need to go toilet..but since i was too busy being moody...i didnt notice anything amiss,then as i was all alone outisde...ah pui came out and said.."why so moody..tmlo birthday leh..(lovingly la)"then after awhile...she went back into the kitchen, then after awhile..ah pui came out and told me that someone called me...i was surprised cause i never gave anyone the outlet's number...i went into the kitchen and everyone started singing me a birthday song...i was so shocked and touched..hehe, they were so wonderful..(they made me cry)even aunty Ee Sim cried...she is so cute..haha..Ah pui then asked..."you saw me sneaking in with the cake didnt you..." and i said no...i really didnt noticed..and aunty even asked if i suspected anything..and i said no..haha...(Thank you very much Ah pui...I know you were the mastermind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I met Dr turban and Tikus at northpoint...haha...caught them jumping when the alarm beside them rang suddenly..i was at the right place at the right time...haha..Hanged out with these two monkeys till i think 10.30...then met june and walked home with her..then i took the bus..(one stop away only la) back to my bus stop...then went home to bathe, then my younger sister asked why i changed already cause my aunty wanted to celebrate my birthday at the coffeeshop..then i tell her i was too lazy..but she insisted saying that it was for awhile only..than i said alright...but im not eating...then went down...in the lift on the way down...my sis passed me a cake knife, then i asked her wat it was for...and she said you will know later....and i went.."Shit!..they are outside here???"the moment the lift door opened...there..on the round table was a birthday cake with no one around it...walked out and Greg, Owen, Omella and Jazlyn jumped out and scare the monkey out of me...they wished me happy birthday and i had a second birthday cake...:D&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you guys...and Im not that old ok...love you horrible people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th of Jan came, Ah pui gave me a morning call, saying happy birthday and come to work early...haha(Thanks piggy), Aunty Ee Sim gave me a hong pao, my regular customer gave me a birthday card that was half a hong pao..(thank you aunty Ee Sim and Lynn..you are so nice) June came, ordered delifrance beef and mashed potato,soup, and peach tart...Naz came and she treated me to delifrance( thanks naz...for treating me at deli...you are very evil and nice at the same time), met my mum and Dr Liew gave me a hong pao for my birthday too, i smsed him to thank him, though i dun really know which doctor he is. Then my older sister wanted to treat me to dinner but ended up treating my aunties and mum and younger sister as well...haha...(She gave me a rose!!!!!) then met up with tikus and satay..now also known as hula babe...HAHAHA...they celebrated my birthday at Yishun safra...aiman was saying he needed to go toilet...then he took off his shoes...then lina received a call from him after awhile...thanks for speaking in malay...i couldnt understand...but you cant lie to me lina...haha.so lina when off to pass aiman something...and as i was replying to an sms, aiman and lina sang happy birthday to me...with the aid of the music on hp too...the moment i turned...I was shocked to see aiman in a pink dress and blonde wig..and DONUTS acc. by Lina..they were so cute...i was laughing inside till i dunno how to blow the candles for awhile...haha..some angmoh guys whistled to aiman...haha..(thanks for making me so happy Lina and Aiman...you guys really made my day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone for making my 20th birthday the craziest birthday I have ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-956975641628209259?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/956975641628209259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/956975641628209259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-my-dears.html' title='Thanks my dears'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SWT0Vm7QOkI/AAAAAAAAALs/_BMxtHZL2-w/s72-c/bdae2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-961168981378570533</id><published>2008-12-08T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:54:56.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of puking</title><content type='html'>You feel faint and giddy....you run to the toilet only to realise it was full...you cant take it any longer...you run up to the second floor...you aim...the toilet..however...people took their time to walk....you cant cut through...when you finally pass them and into the toilet you go...had to look for the toilet with toilet roll!!!out of 5 cubicle...only 2 had rolls in them...to make matters worse..when i was prepared to puke...two kids ran to the cubicle next to mine and started making alot of noise...but i calmed them down with my puke...instant silence...thank goodness i took a delifrance bag with me..after a few throw ups...i replied to Aiman's sms...then the puking started again..*puke came out through my nose too..interesting...*....all the chicken rice and hot chocolate..filled half of the delifrance plastic bag..i felt my heart and my tummy tighten...it was very painful...*i think i can get 6 pacs by puking like that everyday*...half an hour in the toilet...haha..dragged myself back down to work...with that pale face..i could smell the puke...but no one else seemed to smell it...thank goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-961168981378570533?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/961168981378570533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/961168981378570533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-of-puking.html' title='The art of puking'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-919929798072645554</id><published>2008-12-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:49:39.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a plate on a ball</title><content type='html'>Balancing a round plate on a ball, if you dump everything in life on one part of the plate...the plate topples...but if you even everything out on the plate..the plate stays as it is. That is what I learn today, and I'm glad i learnt it. I would give everyone in the world a great big hug if it would make any day better, I would cry with a friend if my friend is feeling sad and then I will make that friend smile again. I would pray for everyone's health and well being because without them, I would be nothing. I will look into your eye and remember you, because,what if there was no tomorrow? Would I regret not doing what I wanted to do? Or say to you? I would smile at every nasty customers to make their day, and I would work hard for the people who want to but can't, I will take in all the yellings, I will endure the pain and I will still look up to you because life, it is the best thing that has ever been given to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-919929798072645554?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/919929798072645554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/919929798072645554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-like-plate-on-ball.html' title='Life is like a plate on a ball'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-8537308316334594104</id><published>2008-12-02T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:50:15.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerve wrecking</title><content type='html'>I need a place where I can unwind, breathe and relax. There are many things in life which I may not understand, things that may seem unfair, things that may be slapped into your face, families or relatives that may seem to look down on you, but, there is one thing I realise from here..everything has a "may"..or a "seem" which means, it could possibly be wrong..here's a quote from a book I really like," Pretend that every event in your life has a purpose and your disappointments will have a purpose. Every "disaster" in your life is not so much " a disaster" as a situation waiting for you to change your mind about it. We are not here to be punished. We are here to be educated." Happiness comes from concentrating on what you have. not on what is missing. You make the choice to be happy first. Happiness is a daily decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-8537308316334594104?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/8537308316334594104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/8537308316334594104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/12/nerve-wrecking.html' title='Nerve wrecking'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-6132605683897885367</id><published>2008-11-18T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:48:54.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im feeling very emotional..</title><content type='html'>I have to admit I feel very neglected, there are so many things I want to share with you, but, you and me, we never had time..what if there was no tomorrow? I would regret not letting you know, but would you regret not spending quality time with me? I may seem like i'm alright with everything, but deep down, I feel hurt, pain, anger and stressed, I have never regretted my decision to be there for you..yes it took time for me to give you the answer once, but when i finally gave you the answer, it was only when I knew I was ready. I don't really know who you are now, but i remembered very clearly you said it takes two hands to clap, do you feel what I feel? I know you are busy, you always bring me down and up again, I don't know if it is just me, am I too stressed or is it the other way, I really need a hug from you now, like the hug you gave me last year, that same intensity in the air, the same feeling in each other, the barrier being broken, the sudden painful joy, the tears flowing, everyone around us disappearing and then it was only two of us? A promise is a promise, I'm still keeping it in my heart, I will be there for you, I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-6132605683897885367?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/6132605683897885367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/6132605683897885367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-feeling-very-emotional.html' title='Im feeling very emotional..'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-7770044278817267529</id><published>2008-10-16T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:26:51.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>An idiot is in hospital because of asthma..she kept asking her mum," Ma, am I going to die...?)" The idiot's irritated mother's reply was," YAR LA..YAR LAR"&lt;br /&gt;My advice for this gundo if she is going to read this....STOP SMOKING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lots of things came up with school, I need to change my tongue to an english woman's tongue soon, your speech Rosemary...and today, I have burst the comfort zone thermometer of Rosemary...the mercury on the floor is in a mess..yup...it wasn't easy, trust me....it wasn't...best of it all....aunty kae and aunty B wasn't helping either..still trying to take in Ah boy's advice...aiyo...I'm officially stressed!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-7770044278817267529?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/7770044278817267529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/7770044278817267529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-9119231503886799972</id><published>2008-09-15T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:37:10.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The before and after performance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MWe3zPJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UAGLLfOmWoM/s1600-h/people.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MWe3zPJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UAGLLfOmWoM/s400/people.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246284933805325458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MWpZPr0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/1FztIFf3N0M/s1600-h/people2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MWpZPr0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/1FztIFf3N0M/s400/people2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246284936629956418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MW2p9rrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IR443ij01N0/s1600-h/people3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MW2p9rrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IR443ij01N0/s400/people3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246284940189740722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MXcjT2OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ftbnOshH32E/s1600-h/people4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MXcjT2OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ftbnOshH32E/s400/people4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246284950362380514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MX3osF_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZkJa5KjiWB0/s1600-h/people5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MX3osF_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZkJa5KjiWB0/s400/people5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246284957632698354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-9119231503886799972?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/9119231503886799972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/9119231503886799972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-and-after-performance.html' title='The before and after performance..'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM6MWe3zPJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UAGLLfOmWoM/s72-c/people.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-4356346231122823991</id><published>2008-09-14T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:20:33.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night with Henrik Ibsen</title><content type='html'>This is just part of one play, "An enemy of The People", there were two other plays, "A Doll's House", and "Hedda Gabbler".&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we all did a good job on the play, we've not only broke a leg, but our necks too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39YACJRyI/AAAAAAAAAII/SZgmqgJrrqo/s1600-h/AEOTP6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39YACJRyI/AAAAAAAAAII/SZgmqgJrrqo/s400/AEOTP6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246127729724180258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39YE6UoyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vkUozdukdhQ/s1600-h/AEOTP7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39YE6UoyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vkUozdukdhQ/s400/AEOTP7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246127731033547554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39YX8rG3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/wVhst3u_f5o/s1600-h/AEOTP8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39YX8rG3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/wVhst3u_f5o/s400/AEOTP8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246127736143682418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39Ku2YgYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QnvT6PkiDIU/s1600-h/AEOTP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39Ku2YgYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QnvT6PkiDIU/s400/AEOTP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246127501773144450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39K8W3YXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ki3HMzVUFW4/s1600-h/AEOTP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39K8W3YXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ki3HMzVUFW4/s400/AEOTP2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246127505399046514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39K90JK8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nBa9CM1X5tA/s1600-h/AEOTP3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39K90JK8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nBa9CM1X5tA/s400/AEOTP3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246127505790282690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39LFLllpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ql8uU3DEqFQ/s1600-h/AEOTP4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39LFLllpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ql8uU3DEqFQ/s400/AEOTP4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246127507767662226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39LPYY6KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2kznKGp0gj4/s1600-h/AEOTP5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39LPYY6KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2kznKGp0gj4/s400/AEOTP5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246127510505711778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-4356346231122823991?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/4356346231122823991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/4356346231122823991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-with-henrik-ibsen.html' title='A night with Henrik Ibsen'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SM39YACJRyI/AAAAAAAAAII/SZgmqgJrrqo/s72-c/AEOTP6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-189664100636540121</id><published>2008-08-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:56:25.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy day out</title><content type='html'>Afew  pictures of last week's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;First picture includes:&lt;br /&gt;1) Gregory..my bestfriend,my bitch,my mother,my part time girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;2) Stephanie..my shortest cousin(she's gonna kill me if she see this)..she's 22years old this year and she is still so cute..&lt;br /&gt;3)Same old boring me&lt;br /&gt;4) Monica,she's my cousin, she looks like a butch but she is a normal girl who likes guys..(you have to trust me on this..she talks about guys all the time) people have mistaken her as my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the lower pictures shows Bernice,Melissa, Kae, Farah and me..we were wasting our time at Suntec City before our rehearsals started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKrqii8a7cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lxk2PzBty4U/s1600-h/Photo741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKrqii8a7cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lxk2PzBty4U/s400/Photo741.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236255395988303298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKrqi59nEII/AAAAAAAAAHA/_GE09-SF2iA/s1600-h/Photo745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKrqi59nEII/AAAAAAAAAHA/_GE09-SF2iA/s400/Photo745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236255402167308418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKrqjODa0OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cTIGCuo4Zng/s1600-h/phpmhn2QYAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKrqjODa0OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cTIGCuo4Zng/s400/phpmhn2QYAM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236255407560380642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKrqjHNm-5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mTA1uLxmde8/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKroOa_BX9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/x6xCtYhhvW0/s400/Photo720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236252851231088594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKroOUK-vII/AAAAAAAAAGA/q3y6In9maf0/s1600-h/Photo721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKroOUK-vII/AAAAAAAAAGA/q3y6In9maf0/s400/Photo721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236252849402199170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKroOqZ2YaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s6QfRh2y2iA/s1600-h/Photo724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKroOqZ2YaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s6QfRh2y2iA/s400/Photo724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236252855370146210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-189664100636540121?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/189664100636540121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/189664100636540121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-day-out.html' title='Crazy day out'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SKrqii8a7cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lxk2PzBty4U/s72-c/Photo741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-546353105494812654</id><published>2008-07-25T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:07:32.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE SPANISH DANCE CLASS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SInBxZg1HdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xPOq2SnCQp0/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SInBxZg1HdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xPOq2SnCQp0/s400/DSCN1708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226921896946507218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Spanish dance class, although it was kinda challenging, I really enjoyed the movements, Angel was funny too, he had this funny way of teaching us. I still remembered, he wanted us to keep our elbows up..so he said," Don't keep your armpits, smelly, air it." and he blew one girls' armpit, it was hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-546353105494812654?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/546353105494812654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/546353105494812654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-spanish-dance-class.html' title='I LOVE SPANISH DANCE CLASS!!!!'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/SInBxZg1HdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xPOq2SnCQp0/s72-c/DSCN1708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-2449637236017039902</id><published>2008-07-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:41:58.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im bored</title><content type='html'>Just now as I was walking home into the lift, before 11pm (yes I know), a guy wearing his motorbike helmet walked hurriedly into the lift with me. I already pressed 11 floor, so the door closes, i walked backwards, and he walked backwards too...I was thinkintg, if his gonna turn and look at me, im gonna elbow his face, kick him in the groin and keep hitting him till i get out of the lift. (what, he looked suspicious to me). Thank goodness nothing happened, I let him walk out of the lift first and he went out of the lift in a hurry and walked directly to the side of the building and looked down. Now I was thinking, if he were to jump down, I might faint or if he followed me home I might turn around look at him and yell like a mad woman. So as I walked near the stairs, I made sure that he wasn't behind me and I ran down the stairs trying my best not to make too much noise and I was bearing with the pain of new shoes. But safety first right,haha..yell like a mad woman, like im not already mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-2449637236017039902?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2449637236017039902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2449637236017039902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-bored.html' title='Im bored'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-475138694116372755</id><published>2008-07-17T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:39:43.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's opening in 2 days!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't really gotten into the school holiday mood, not even when school is begining in 2 days. As usual, life's a bitch. But there is one thing I enjoyed doing during the holidays, I manage to create funny pictures from photos I already have, the magic of digi cams and their cutting function. No worries, all pictures will be confidential, I hope. Okay...I have to go to work in 3 hours and 15 mins time.....my mind when blank for awhile.oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-475138694116372755?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/475138694116372755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/475138694116372755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/07/schools-opening-in-2-days.html' title='School&apos;s opening in 2 days!!!'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-8065011812655738784</id><published>2008-06-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:32:53.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the blues</title><content type='html'>Haven't been feeling like in tip top condition over the past few days..emotions runn ing up and down..felt like slapping some faces (seriously). Don't really know what I'm doing.What is wrong with me, who to believe and who not to believe. Who to trust and who not to trust..but i'm sure the game is not over and im willing to be strong for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-8065011812655738784?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/8065011812655738784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/8065011812655738784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-blues.html' title='Feeling the blues'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-2621406136897677900</id><published>2008-05-28T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:16:28.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.magmypic.com/uploads/0/30/0301e0837eb9b65792255e675ae90a75_POPULAR_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; with your own picture at &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;MagMyPic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVtYWdteXBpYyUyRWNvbSUyRmdldGNvZGU=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMTk5NDE3OTQ1MSZwdD*xMjExOTk*MjU2MDMwJnA9NTQ3ODEmZD1wYXJ*bmVyK2RhdGEmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b1.magmypic.com/uploads/d/b0/db071252ff4f293e30e7d8b1030ca5c7_HOT_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Create &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/a&gt; with your own picture at &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com"&gt;MagMyPic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3d3dy5naWd5YS5jb2*vd2lsZGZpcmUvd2Zwb3AuYXNweD9tb2R1bGU9ZW1haWwmdXJsPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkVtYWdteXBpYyUyRWNvbSUyRmdldGNvZGU=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTE5OTQ4ODUxMDgmcHQ9MTIxMTk5NDkyNzM2OCZwPTU*NzgxJmQ9cGFydG5lcitkYXRhJm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to be in  Lala Land if I ever got onto a magazine cover...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-2621406136897677900?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2621406136897677900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2621406136897677900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/lala-land.html' title='Lala Land'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-9079631302709484287</id><published>2008-05-26T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:44:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of  Yan Xian</title><content type='html'>A dear friend of mine passed away on the 25th May 2008 at about 3am. He was involved in a bike accident along TPE. He went for supper with his friends and they were on their way back when there were some problems with his bike. His female friend got of his bike as he tried to restart is bike. Who knew his bike zoomed forward and he fell backwards, a lorry then hit him. He died on the spot. I am sad in my own way, to think how fast everyone's life changes as this happened. I can only thank God that he didn't suffer any pain before he left. He leaves behind friends, families and girlfriend. May his soul rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Xian&lt;br /&gt;7th July 1989 - 25th May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my dear friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-9079631302709484287?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/9079631302709484287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/9079631302709484287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-loving-memory-of-yan-xian.html' title='In loving memory of  Yan Xian'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-1227576973781573993</id><published>2008-05-23T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:31:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling down lately don't really know what's wrong it's like, she and her sister is attacking me from behind. I really hate this feeling. I can't stop thinking of that conversation they had infront of me, it's like they are indirectly telling me to stop my relationship. What do I do? I don't want to hurt any of them..(which means i tel them what I really feel) I know myself too well, when i'm hurt, my words kill, I don't want anything like that to happen again. I stressed, very stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-1227576973781573993?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1227576973781573993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1227576973781573993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-1823413218165503294</id><published>2008-05-06T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:31:35.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im out to put shame on Melissa</title><content type='html'>I keep falling in love with her...over and over again...she has changed for the better which I am very happy about...She is so sweet now...last time it used to be yelling and no reasoning...everything seemed like...a frustrating situation...but..now...*floating into the air* need I say more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I bought Buttcheeks G-strings for her birthday...and the day after her birthday....let's just say she had a hole-y situation SOMEWHERE..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only left with Chinese class performance...English performance and MacB....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joakim is IRRITATING!!!!!!He maybe afew months older than me..but I'm more like his jie jie...This calls for a cat fight...YEAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-1823413218165503294?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1823413218165503294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1823413218165503294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-out-to-put-shame-on-melissa.html' title='Im out to put shame on Melissa'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-3778879885535653261</id><published>2008-03-29T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:37:22.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Ah Lian WANNABE</title><content type='html'>I was walking towards the busstop earlier...and this group of mini ah lians wanna be were infront of me...they look no older than a 12 year old...somehow..the bigger sized girl took a big sip from her bottled drink and spat it all out onto the chairs...some of it even landed on me....I stared angrily at her...she looked scared for awhile and then she walked to her group of friends and became all macho again...and she said...."Wa!!!I merlion leh!!!!"....I was vry angry....and I could smell what she drank....Ice Peach Tea from Seasons.....*IDIOT!!!!*....Then came a crowded 804 bus...and they said...."Wa lau eh....no sit lah..take what sit..."(I so felt like slapping them.....argh...they were getting to my nerves...)Since the bus was crowded and the mini ah lians got seperated....the one who spat the drink i hated most was lucky enough to be standing beside me....as i did my evil stare again....(skin her alive!!!!!!I wanna skin her ALIVE!!!!she didn't even said sorry and i was still waiting for that bloody apology!!!!) so the mini ah lian was a minnie mouse without her mini group of ah lian wannabes....but a lion queen when she is with her mini ah lian friend wannabes...argh......(ROAR!!!CHOMP CHOMP!!!SLURP!!!)mini ah lian wannabe was tasty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-3778879885535653261?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/3778879885535653261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/3778879885535653261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/03/mini-ah-lian-wannabe.html' title='Mini Ah Lian WANNABE'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-1259539203323683560</id><published>2008-03-20T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:19:51.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month later</title><content type='html'>Ok...i know...I don't blog very often..im a very busy person..anyway...alot has been happening lately, there were times when im really stressed, crazy, tired and so on...(I seriously don't feel like working tomorrow....)my legs hurt from the high heels a wore today..(damn...the things girls do....)I am so glad that Buttcheeks has accompanied me through many unexpected events were i got ditched...(argh!!!!so angry)Went to church today...(thanks judy for showing us the way there...you are quite sweet in a way)The church was beautiful...although we only arrived when mass ended....(we went after school)It was so peaceful...Buttcheeks and I took some time to pray...then we sat down(in church)and started talking about church camps experiences...and then we went back to Plaza Singapura to have dinner at thaiExpress...(mel....wat happened to our diet plan???)Then we went to spotlight to look through stuffs for play making....saw alot of interesting stuffs...we played "dress-up" with st. patrick's day hats...and a bad girl hat...(mel looked like a pornstar wanna be.....)alright....i would have to end here for now....(i dread going to work later...7AM!!!!!)*cry*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-1259539203323683560?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1259539203323683560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1259539203323683560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/03/month-later.html' title='A month later'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-2934038656281456184</id><published>2008-02-17T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:20:49.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was History</title><content type='html'>Met up with my godma after work just now...she was upset over her brother's passing on the 15th of Jan,but,upon trying to cheer her up...we were engaged in this rather funny conversations....it was funnier live in action than in words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone calls you stupid...put that person in a crowd of intelligents and tell that person how smart he or she is in then crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone calls you lazy...ask that person to define lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short...why get angry if you ain't getting out of your anger besides stress and wrinkles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forgive my foul language in this part*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newly-wed couple fucks in the bedroom,kitchen,living room and bathroom.Afew years later...they only fuck in the bedroom....afew years later....the husband sits infront of the Tv....the wife walks into the kitchen and they scream...."FUCK YOU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(Is this why life is full of fucking?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-2934038656281456184?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2934038656281456184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2934038656281456184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-was-history.html' title='Yesterday was History'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-6717014839072012579</id><published>2008-02-16T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:21:08.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine's???</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it....on Valentine's day...we finished school at 6.30pm...and since my honey wasn't free...i spent the whole Valentine's with MELISSA HO......aiyo....we after mandarin class....we went to Swensen's for lunch...hehe...the only thing they missed out was...they didn't light the candle on the table for us..haha....alright...so Buttcheeks acompanied me over to some places to run some little errands....and than it was off to my place,(hehehe...)ok...we reached my cheeks place at abpout 9 pm...did the dolly heads...hair styles...blah blah blah...Buttcheeks couldn't stop playing with Hazel...my poor Pebbles was left out...than i showed melissa her bed(actually...it was my dog's bed)haha...and she called me an idiot..(thanks mel)ok....since my bed was queen sized...she got to sleep BESIDE me...with Hazel running around on my bed..haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-6717014839072012579?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/6717014839072012579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/6717014839072012579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-valentines.html' title='My Valentine&apos;s???'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-2349373398103956378</id><published>2008-02-07T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T09:28:53.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!!Please dun ask me what I was thinking....cause I don't know either</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/R6s_P92tF1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/MgiNZtAjuj4/s1600-h/DSCN0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-new-yearplease-dun-ask-me-what-i.html' title='Happy New Year!!!!Please dun ask me what I was thinking....cause I don&apos;t know either'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/R6s_P92tF1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/MgiNZtAjuj4/s72-c/DSCN0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-3948057658935667146</id><published>2008-01-29T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:27:55.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary for the week</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging much ...again...as usual..Let's talk about the other day...at work...An indain guy ordered chicken mayo in pita bread...well...we sell bread...but not pita bread...only ciabatta...hehe...and another lady ordered something that made me jump...."Can i order a tuna maggot take away?".....I stared at her for awhile...and asked..."tuna baguette mdm?"...thank goodness she agreed with me...or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day...while i and melissa made our way to chinese class...I asked her to help me carry my banana milk...which was opened...while melissa was carrying the milk...and checking her bag....one of the doors opened outward...melissa jumped...and so did my banana milk...haha..the expression on her face was priceless...and the milk on her hair....haha...cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...my cousins, Monica and Stephanie stayed over at my place...monica was so scared while walking down the stairs to my place as she smelled some sweet smelling flower...then she rushed towards my door..once she was in my house...she quickly went to the kitchen to wash her feet...hehe...after that all of us sat in  my mom's room...we started chatting and monica wanted to hear about something i encountered a few months back...I started talking...but before i stepped into the scary part...Pebbles growled at Hazel...almost instantly,Monica shaked in shock...it looked like she got an electric shock....the scary mood ended in a funny joke...thanks to Monica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-3948057658935667146?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/3948057658935667146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/3948057658935667146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2008/01/summary-for-week.html' title='Summary for the week'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-8622503179639200131</id><published>2008-01-20T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:13:00.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about work..haha</title><content type='html'>As usual...went to work at 7 am today...gonna talk about 2 customers today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was a lady...pretty friendly..a little chatty...but she was nice...she wanted to go starbucks..but it wasn't open yet so yeah..she told me...she came to  deli because of that...i was glad i could make her happy with my service..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then as i was getting along well with my service line smile...this customer came to the cashier where i was to refill his coffee...as i did...he kept chatting and chatting and chatting...then he left...after awhile he came back to make his payment...he paid by card but since my creditcard machine was down...our conversation continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Sorry sir,our creditcard machine is down,do you have cash?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I have...but...I don't want to pay by cash.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm really sorry sir,but my creditcard machine is taking a long time to recover, we can only accept cash at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Him:oh,so what you want me to do?sit down for another coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Me:I can get you another refill sir&lt;br /&gt;Him:Don't want lah...I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Me:But it's going to take a long time sir&lt;br /&gt;Him:It's ok,i can stand here mah,can see you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:(Gonna puke then faint....Goodness...his like 40 plus....)&lt;br /&gt;Me:(service smile growing weaker.....)&lt;br /&gt;Him:*wink**wink*&lt;br /&gt;Me:*Wa lau eh!!!* Sorry sir...you give me a second alright..(ran into kitchen and got my dear King Kong out to rescue me)I stayed in the kitchen for quite some time and then went out again...&lt;br /&gt;King Kong:(Stare at me with the..."what's wrong with this tiko man?" look on her face)&lt;br /&gt;Him:Wa...you call your manager to come out and serve me ah?*wink*&lt;br /&gt;Me:(smile......... :x!!! )&lt;br /&gt;(Tiko man leaves....King kong looked at me and asked...he disturb you ah?)&lt;br /&gt;Me:*YAR LAH!!!!*eeee...hair stand!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the kitchen staff...Aunty Lim Ai...she asked.."eh...why never call me come out???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I should have....Aunty Lim Ai...she has a very creative mind of embarassing this kind of tiko people in public...hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-3972119833331566785</id><published>2008-01-08T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:51:09.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Access Denied</title><content type='html'>Haven't been feeling very happy the past few days..actually preety upset...sometimes i feel like the whole world is against me or attacking me..those whom you were close with before...they treat others better than they treat you...sometimes i feel like the world is testing my patience..testing my mental capability...how many attacks do i get in a day?It's enough to cause someone to get a mental breakdown...I was so close to losing my mind...anyway...the start of 2008 wasn't really a good one for memy birthday wasn't that fantastic,although i really appreciate my friends hardwork to making it perfect for me..there is just things which cannot be taken of the mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yesterday...I bought Bak Kuteh for lunch...left it on the floor...switched on the television...opened the container of the bak kuteh..then went to the kitchen to get a drink...went i came out...walked towards my bak kuteh...and guess what...I saw Pebbles(my dog)with a piece of bone from my bak kuteh in her mouth....i looked in my container....and saw only afew pieces of cooked garlic cloves left in the container..Pebles had drank all the soup and ate the meat and bones...she ate MY LUNCH!!!!Her hair is gonna drop...that pig..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get back to school!!!and the BBQ!!!!!get my mind of things..stupid things....guys...I MISS ALL OF YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of what im gonna do when school starts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Pinch Lina&lt;br /&gt;2)Ask Kae if she loves me&lt;br /&gt;3)Ask Farah if she misses me&lt;br /&gt;4)Flirt with Darryl&lt;br /&gt;5)Listen to Xavier&lt;br /&gt;6)Hug Kun Jung&lt;br /&gt;7)Bring B for tea to meet her eye candy&lt;br /&gt;8)Greet buttcheeks&lt;br /&gt;9)continue my nonsense with everyone...&lt;br /&gt;10)think of what i'm gonna do to Vicky&lt;br /&gt;11)and Joakim&lt;br /&gt;12)and fortu&lt;br /&gt;13)and daiyah&lt;br /&gt;14)and Krupa&lt;br /&gt;15)and JJ(hey we met...)&lt;br /&gt;16)and Celine&lt;br /&gt;17)and E-van&lt;br /&gt;18)and last but not least Rashmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the well wishes...from all my bitches..and princesses and all my hunks(yuck)...hehe...love you guys...if you guys wanna see what happened on my birthday...check out greg's blog...the entries are from...5-8 of jan...2 of these entries were about the birthday...go do your hunting...*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-3972119833331566785?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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locked the door and we left....I kept thinking.."How am I suppose to get up on time tomorrow for work in the morning???"...I got home,had a quick bath and tried to sleep...i was so tired and my legs were aching like hell...that kept me awake for a very long time...so..it was time to get up...5.45am....how i dread getting up early...oh well....went to work from 7am-3pm...and a learnt afew things after silly conversations with this customers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese man in his early 30s-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you sir,have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Him: mumble...mumble..mumble&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Have a nice day without you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *er...*....yar....&lt;br /&gt;Him: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me:....I have to work......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When you ask a stupid question...you get a stupid answer...but...customers are always right right?..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh Man in his late 30s-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bonjour sir, anything else for you?&lt;br /&gt;Him: No, That would be all.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright..That would be $3.40.&lt;br /&gt;Him: (turned away..walked one step..turned to look at me..)Merci..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Merci&lt;br /&gt;Him: (turned away...walked one more step..turned to look at me..turned away and then looked at me again..)You speak French?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Smiling) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stupid question + stupid answer =funny conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work...came home...showered...ran out to do some stuffs...met June after that...with Cheese and Max....went to June's house....saw her NEW BIG DOG!!!!!came home...showered again....12 mins late for the shoe "Heros"....then sat infront of the computer...and typed out what happened...yup...so that's all....i have to go to work again tomorrow...in the morning.....i'm have a sore-toe and a sore-throat...goodness...everyone is sick!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-9078528156705362292</id><published>2007-11-24T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:52:00.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>23rd November-since i put myself on house arrest...i thought maybe i should let me out for awhile...so...i went to bugis with my sister to look for my mum....it took a long while before my mum actually appeared...after awhile...my younger sis called and ask if she could tag along..she only arrived 2 and a half hour later...half an hour before i left to me my irritating darlings...because my dear Jazlyn...as usual....we were the "if she is going..then im going...if she is not..im not" kinda couple, and the guys from T.O.R wanted to celebrate her birthday with another of their group member, Alvin,...she and i wasn't in T.O.R....but we were friends....yet not very close to most of them...yeah...so Owen asked me to join them so that Jaz would join them....(Owen...im still waiting for my chocolate!!!)and i asked Greg to follow us...(cause...it would be boring without my "MOST treasured" friend(haha) there to joke around with)anyway...the buffet we went to...was a waste of money for me and Jaz...(where were the oysters that i was looking forward to????)ok...so ya...we cam-whored...(but the pictures are not sent to me yet...look out for them on friendster though....in about a years time..haha)Jazlyn and I planned to watch Enchanted...so everyone else followed....we made our way down to Ang Mo Kio...reached there at about 10.33pm...that was late..and then....being with a group of guys....and only 3 girls....they had to see the sneak preview of "The Tattooist" shown on the screen...well....majority wins...so we ended up buying the tickets for The Tattooist....The show starts and 12.50am!!!!!!!why not Enchanted...which we wanted to watch.....which starts at 11.20pm......WHY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th November-Anyway...while waiting for the show to start....we walked into the arcade...the guys had a good time as usual...but the bored Jazlyn and Rose decided to go to MacDonald's for a drink....where we shared our dirty little secrets...hehe...oh well....we managed to pass our time quite quickly...then we entered the theatre....didn't realise that we were sitting at the wrong sits until one of the guys told us...so...Jaz thought they were joking...made me stand and sit 3 times before she finally believed them...anyway...The Tattooist wasn't a really scary show....it was more of Gross...eyeballs splitting into half...anyway...after the show..the guys regretted watching that show and asked why didn't we watch Enchanted...haha...yar...I would give it a 3 out of 10....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...saw this music video while the boys bought the ticket...it's a really nice song..by Brick and Lace "Love is Wicked"go check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrQ2SvjzIOk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th November(evening)-GO WATCH "THE GAME PLAN"it's worth watching...i don't mind watching it again....it's a cute show...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-9078528156705362292?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/9078528156705362292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/9078528156705362292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-278903013754055966</id><published>2007-11-22T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T03:28:37.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom...I placed myself on house arrest</title><content type='html'>It's officially 2 and a half days since i last left my house...I didn't even step outside my house door...i'm impressed with myself...it's the first time in 3 and a half years that i have not left my house in two days...now...i'm starting to get bored...and forgetful..(wanted to type a few things yesterday..but i forgot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my,I just realised that it's only wednesday!!!!!I still have so many days left to the weekends...im i gonna put myself on house arrest until then?hmm...i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BORED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well,there are things that i need to attend to right now,Rest well baby,I'll pray for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-278903013754055966?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/278903013754055966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/278903013754055966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/11/boredomi-placed-myself-on-house-arrest.html' title='Boredom...I placed myself on house arrest'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-3111377825271138061</id><published>2007-11-16T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:05:14.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well,it's the holidays....went for Matt's play yesterday,IT WAS SO CUTE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I hope i can do better next year for school...suppose to go for my manager's Dewali which he invited...but...someone else has booked me (I am afterall a very busy woman...(bitchy ain't I)haha..).......that dumb dumb Brian's birthday...and his boyfriend's place...oh boy is he so lucky....he got a huge bottle of Vodka from me,becca and my dear weird cousin...he better be a good birthday boy serving us....or i will chew his head off...*yum yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....I'm having a very bad tummy ache now....need to go poo....(want some poo melissa?we can poo fight now...hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-3111377825271138061?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/3111377825271138061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/3111377825271138061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-holidays.html' title='It&apos;s the HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-3568308511307292766</id><published>2007-11-08T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:59:20.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from my blog break.</title><content type='html'>Oh well, some monkeys are nagging at me for no updates...ok...here i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is for you June..&lt;br /&gt;       My dear godsister,June, stayed over at my place during the weekends,her parents were overseas,she didn't want her brother bothering her,her brother didn't want her bothering him too,haha, anyway,this dummy was sick,my cousins came over to stay too,the house was crowded with overgrown children. My mum cooked for all of us despite saying that we didn't want her to,my cousin commented that she was like the old lady who lived in a shoe with 11 children.The next day, I and June went to school together,while walking to the bus stop,June fell into the drain,it was a really weird incident as,the gravel stoned drain cover that she stepped on seemed perfectly fine while the one that i stepped on looks like it's gonna break anytime,June stepped on the stone,and almost immediately,she dropped into the drain, the stone cover broke into afew pieces,that poor girl (i'm not gonna humilate you by saying what happened after that at the clinic ok),she had afew deep scratches and one very deep hole,about 1 cm deep?yeah, but that lucky girl got 5 guys who came all the way from Bencoolen to Yishun just to escort her to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, school is fine,i'm gonna miss some of my lecturers,exams are coming,almost done with my homeworks,I can't wait to the end of my exams.Family issues,still the same,I'm just glad to have my mum,ok....tomorrow...intro to stage exam....I need to buck up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-3568308511307292766?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/3568308511307292766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/3568308511307292766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-from-my-blog-break.html' title='Back from my blog break.'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-2327010284499354542</id><published>2007-10-23T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:22:22.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick-o-licious</title><content type='html'>Haven't been feeling well the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day at home yesterday...infront of the computer..&lt;br /&gt;trying to complete my presentation on Cao Yu...&lt;br /&gt;Guess what..&lt;br /&gt;not only did i and E-van managed to complete the project..&lt;br /&gt;I MANAGED TO FINISH MY THEATRE VISIT REPORTS TOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what else to blog...i feel so dull and sick to think of anything to typr....&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T GUYS HAVE THE PERIOD????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this guys should try having the period for two days...see how long they can last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Gregory&lt;br /&gt;2)Zheng Kai&lt;br /&gt;3)Owen&lt;br /&gt;4)Xavier&lt;br /&gt;5)Leslie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. they are not on this list because i hate them...is just that...they are the few of my many good friends who i think should understand girls better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...i'm gonna vomit on Melissa...(who claims she is tone deaf but i dun think so cause her nose is turning red and growing longer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-2327010284499354542?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2327010284499354542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2327010284499354542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-o-licious.html' title='Sick-o-licious'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-33206481979911629</id><published>2007-10-16T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:26:06.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Day</title><content type='html'>This morning,for professional skills class,i had to be interviewed by afew of my classmates,it was kind of scary at first,i was required to sing infront of the class,my tummy didn't feel good(butterflies butterflies butterflies).But i sure was glad that the rest of my classmates who weren't interviewing me encouraged me,somehow they took the butterflies out of my tummy...Thanks you guys...you were all very sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school,I met up with my Becca(elder sister),we went for lunch at cafe cartel and Plaza Singapura,(dun worry Melissa...I didn't pay for my meal,my sister's card...hehe)I was quite surprised with the service there(take note: at first),because this African American guy kept attending to us even if we didn't ask him to.First he served us water(which is ok)..then he offered to change our table to a bigger one(impressive service)he cleaned the table so cleanly and he even wiped our seats..then i thought of writing a compliment letter for him...but my sister and i started feeling weird as he stood near our table and always attended to us,he served us bread(which in cafe cartel..we were suppose to take it ourselves...we ordered...(yeah...he took our order)..after our food came...and we stared digging in...he came to us and asked how was our food....and then...........................he started mumbling something which i couldn't really catch...and then he asked...."is there anyway we can keep in contact?"(Wa Biang...i tell you ar...i almost fainted)I told him no thanks...then he gave that pathetic look...then i said..."we are both attached"...then he said..."you not muslim?You Singaporean?I'm working part-time here but i teach football"...then i was like...."er..oh"then he nodded and looked at me as though wanted me to say something else...(what...i hate footbal...i dunno anything about football..not that i wanted to talk to him)then he walked away...i gave my sister a weird look...she gave me a weird look...then we continued eating..finished our meal...waited for him to not have his eye on our table...looked for someone else to attend to us...then he walked back to our tanble...i asked my sis "Quick quick...hide your credit card!!!!)i pretended to drink my water..and Bacca took the almost empty cup of ice lemon tea and drank...then went he walked away...i waved at this lady ...she came...wanted to pass the bill to her but he appeared out of no where and took our bill...(yar...he also brought the bill back...haha...freaky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then This two little pigs...walked to Orchard because the older pig wanted to get slippers...as we walked...Ang Moh guys kept staring...If i was a real ah lian...i would have said...."wa!never see asian girls before ar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...that was how one whole day was spend...With pervert's stares..bad experience in a cafe(Is he allowed to do that during working hours?)...And realising that i have wonderful Friends....And Bernice....you did a good job by being the person who stepped on my toe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-33206481979911629?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/33206481979911629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/33206481979911629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/10/weird-day.html' title='Weird Day'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-374739085356023308</id><published>2007-10-06T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T04:52:29.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet talkers</title><content type='html'>I have been stalked by sweet talkers,&lt;br /&gt;they are always saying nice things about you&lt;br /&gt;but seriously...not many are very sincere..&lt;br /&gt;noticed that when they know that you are attached...&lt;br /&gt;they would suddenly be busy helping their mother with the laundry..&lt;br /&gt;some are just eager to get you in bed...&lt;br /&gt;goodness....what is wrong!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I was working in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;it was so boring....there wasn't much customers around..&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tan(country manager)came down to visit our store..&lt;br /&gt;she walked into the kitchen..i greeted her and she scared me,&lt;br /&gt;she said.."HI!!!!!(that startled me)you converted to kitchen?"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't talk for awhile as she really woke me up from my daze..but she is a really nice lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Greg...but while waiting for him..I saw something that was a pain in the eye...(let's not touch into that..)I sat and waited for an hour for that ^&amp;amp;%%$%#!!!!!we went to Ya Kun...(my favourite place when I'm angry)...bought for the two monkeys canned food...went home and fed them...they gobbled everything up....(greedy pigs)went to take a bath...and have been sitting infront of the computer since then...have been searching for a song for singing class...and i spent 3 hours doing that...i hope it works out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister commented on my friendster profile..saying something like calling me a sister when i didn't post any picture of the two of us on my profile...initially..i wanted to reply..."all the photos i have of you are ugly...so...im still waiting for a nice picture of you to put online..."but...i decided to be naughty and put this picture....hehe(i was the one who drew on it!!and i proud of it..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118232148963960114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RwedBZz7JTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1j8o2O6ZBVo/s400/becca.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she had so much time doing her part as well....so this was what she did to me in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118242555669718338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="312" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RwemfJz7JUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ufUf9mxLBjQ/s400/makeover.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway...I had fun entertaining myself...hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-374739085356023308?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/374739085356023308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/374739085356023308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-talkers.html' title='Sweet talkers'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RwedBZz7JTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1j8o2O6ZBVo/s72-c/becca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-5983239708168197083</id><published>2007-10-05T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T04:53:32.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just so...tired</title><content type='html'>My shoulders are aching,my knees are aching,my belly stud is now out of place,feeling down and not very proud of that(this is so crappy).Class was ok today..after school...JJ,lina,me and melissa(on behalf of kae)practiced the bogeyman....it was fun and credits goes to melissa...she is such a sweetie..anyway...i ripped my pants...goodness...thank goodness i had my movement clothes with me..I have learnt my lesson...thank goodness it wasn't an embarassing moment....and lina peep at me changing(that horny girl....)(and pervert)haha...oh well..I'm sleepy but I can't sllep....my belly is itching and i just bombed my mummy's toilet...and it sure felt good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-5983239708168197083?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/5983239708168197083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/5983239708168197083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-just-sotired.html' title='I&apos;m just so...tired'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-7685730275864069188</id><published>2007-10-03T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:27:08.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With love...</title><content type='html'>Daddy dearest,what happened to the daddy dearest whom i have always looked up to?is it so hard to love your family?Mummy sweetest,what happened to the strong woman who was there for me all the time?You don't have to let daddy dearest pull you down anymore.I may seem like I don't care about anything that is happening,but deep down,I'm very hurt,sometimes...the things the two of you do,makes me wonder.I do sometimes dread coming home,I rather choose to free my mind of this disgusting attitude.No,don't get me wrong,i do love the two of you very much,is just that,you have both disappointed me in many ways,I just want to ask, where is happily ever after?Mummy sweetest,I know you are angry with dad,I really do,and you have to juggle with so many other things,but for me to be who i am today,it's not your fault or his fault,it is what i have chose to be,and i do not side anyone,I'm just saying what i think is right,the moment i put that phone down,i was stabbed in my heart umpteen times..What ever the two of you have decided to do,i respect your decision,but, i have the rights to tell you what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day at school,wasn't feeling too good,tummy ache...it is more of..."The day i felt like a pregnant woman"But those people around me...kinda made my day,(except for the part where to friends had a disagreement)I do wish that they could be friendly friends to each other...I'm not siding anyone...I like them both the same,oh well,everything happens for a reason,I hope that they realised what they needed to according to that situation..I feel so weak...goodness...all i can say is...smile and the world would smile with you..I eat beef fried rice for lunch...(and got nagged at from this two uncles saying that i shouldn't eat that when im sick....)i should have listened to them...because i found two splinters in my rice...not because it was fried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work after singing class..quite tired...but i saw her smile...It brightened my evening...hehe(im on cloud 9!!!!)anyway...im too tired to continue...I wishing for a happier day ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-7685730275864069188?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/7685730275864069188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/7685730275864069188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/10/with-love.html' title='With love...'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-8380319642090037610</id><published>2007-09-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:47:12.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush rush RUSH!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is suppose to be for yesterday, but it was too late to blog yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,yesterday,Farah and me had to rush through our project in the Library, but before that,Melissa and me went to sunshine plaza to get our muffin...it is our so called orgasm muffin...it's so good...i can never get enough of it.While we were ordering..this happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: one chocolate muffin and one Chicken pie&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: yi ge chio-ka-li muffin&lt;br /&gt;Me:yi ge ji  pie( which actually sounded quite wrong sounded like chi bai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...i didn't notice until Melissa repeated what i said...oh my...lucky the aunty was friendly lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to Campus 1's Library...the woman at the counter....goodness.she is so unfriendly...from what i observed...im not the only one who dislikes her..after reaching home,i and Farah finished our project through MSN...thank you technology...slept quite late...woke up with an aching body...goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for today's blog......IT'S OWEN'S BIRTHDAY!!!!I only wish one wish for him....(SABO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...haven't gotten him his present yet...dunno what to get for that bogeyboy....aiyo...owen owen...if owen you knew i had a blog...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-8380319642090037610?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/8380319642090037610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/8380319642090037610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/09/rush-rush-rush.html' title='Rush rush RUSH!!!!'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-4059523650594349561</id><published>2007-09-15T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:46:02.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got to finish what I've started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuupXgBdNzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qQOnWNn2T3k/s1600-h/SP_A0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110364423380088626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuupXgBdNzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qQOnWNn2T3k/s400/SP_A0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            I love them like my own children(if i had any...it's them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuupLwBdNyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/l7keFSwAiJ4/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110364221516625698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuupLwBdNyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/l7keFSwAiJ4/s400/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Isn't she cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have the "I WANT" to work today mood,felt like staying in bed.Felt incomplete at some point,but i told myself...I have to show some responsiblility.&lt;br /&gt;Went to work,suppose to do cashier but, one staff didn't turn up...so,i did kitchen instead.Aunty Lim Ai and me joked around in the kitchen(now i know....she isn't as innocent as she seem she is)Then,while i was frying the turkey ham,my button got stucked onto the oil drainage,i didn't know until i moved and my button came off,and the hot oil spilled onto my shoe and leaked into my socks...yup,my left tiny toe got alittle cooked, not that painful though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home,my crazy mum made me laugh,Pebbles ran around the house chasing Hazel and they played tag...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's aunty came,talked to my mum..on the stupid thing again,which i would not like to bring up and wished i wasn't home to hear all these....now i realise how selfish people can be,they only think of themselves not realising other poeple's feelings..they should get this straight,everyone has the rights to have their own opinion..you can't force them to do something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness...i'm tired,i've got to finish my project&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/28646375-4059523650594349561?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/4059523650594349561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/4059523650594349561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-got-to-finish-what-ive-started.html' title='I&apos;ve got to finish what I&apos;ve started'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuupXgBdNzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qQOnWNn2T3k/s72-c/SP_A0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-6586852933067162993</id><published>2007-09-10T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:51:30.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is the update melissa...haha</title><content type='html'>My wisdom tooth is finally out...it took 31hours to completely stop bleeding....(but it's worth the pain and bloodiness)That Friday,(also the day i removed the tooth,didn't attend afew classes...and i was half an hour late for Matt's class...but im glad i went...it was fun.Went walking around Bugis after that,with June the monkey and Becky....(my evil sister).felt very sick after that...Bad tummy ache and I felt very giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked on Saturday morning,felt like i was floating,had blur vision,and worst of it all,i was working as cashier.but i managed to work through it.Then went home for a bath,left at 5.45pm with my two sisters, made our way to Vivo to meet our cousins as Monica just came back from Australia.(Monica honey...some of my frens already know you..they stalk my blog..haha(im kidding Lina..)...haha..)As Monica and i walked around Vivo with Rebecca(aka becky,older sister),Rosanna(younger sister),Stefanie(adorable cousin...Also monica's older sister),and Daniel(my cousin whose a clown and monica's younger brother).my elbow rubbed against her arm and there was an electric transfer kinda feeling...and i was so fascinated by it that i kept trying it on everyone(it thrills me to hear them scream in shock...haha)Then I saw Krupa...actually she saw me first...said hi...went for dinner....shot ice at each other...acted crazy and we actually when to the playground to play for awhile...it was funny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108557902601093714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuU-WJsNglI/AAAAAAAAACs/wLJ2XLqIT50/s400/Image004.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;This is a candid shot of stefanie...haha...Monica said she looks like a sex doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108558615565664866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuU-_psNgmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dZvQmtqgSqc/s400/Image011.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is us without Daniel....he was being nice to be the photographer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we made our way to their place....it was 10.45pm at that time....they were staying over and my place...so we followed them to their place to get their stuffs,and their dog...benji...HIS SO CUTE!!!!his one sexy pug..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108559783796769394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="268" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuVADpsNgnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k4q5rn7XJQ0/s400/Image014.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;On our way back from Bukit Merah...It was 11.45pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108562038654599810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuVCG5sNgoI/AAAAAAAAADE/KM7ZTKqAij8/s400/Image012(1).jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stefanie and Rebecca...they stole my phone and cam-whored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108563026497077906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuVDAZsNgpI/AAAAAAAAADM/Nz7mnEFvIZ8/s400/Image015(1).jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;Monica and Stefanie...the two sisters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108563739461649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuVDp5sNgqI/AAAAAAAAADU/GvWunYGffbw/s400/Image016.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally a picture of Daniel with Monica&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay...we fianlly reached my place at 1 am,then i slept at 2.30am...and went to work at 7am,as cashier again...haha..thank goodness there was no shortage..and then after work..accompany my darling for awhile and then met my cousins at the park....and guess what...the tidbits that i bought for us got stolen by a monkey in the park...i was irritated with the monkey.......but yup...we made our way to a safer place and went wild!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88e212c231214149" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuVHlZsNgrI/AAAAAAAAADc/8z3UfITv5LE/s400/Image003(1).jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles and Hazel sleeping with the clothes a bought for them at Pet Safari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Pebbles...she is one spanish babe made in Singapore..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108569073811030722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuVIgZsNgsI/AAAAAAAAADk/mHKrouadDro/s400/Image027(1).jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off...with love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108570229157233362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuVJjpsNgtI/AAAAAAAAADs/OwEQfaJB-64/s400/Image019.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-6586852933067162993?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/6586852933067162993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/6586852933067162993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-is-update-melissahaha.html' title='Here is the update melissa...haha'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RuU-WJsNglI/AAAAAAAAACs/wLJ2XLqIT50/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-14484202250575950</id><published>2007-08-31T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:56:45.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opened senses</title><content type='html'>Having been blogging much have I, oh well, Lina has been blogging about my retarded face..went to work for the past few days after school,very tiring.I haven't been feeling my bast either.There were times where i felt that my life stinks,why am i so stupid ,etc.But, thinking of all this made me realise that it doesn't help lightening my day...so why bother thinking, i will just lead my life,focusing on my goalthat would be so much more fulfilling compared to thinking about negative thoughts...Down with negative thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting class has opened up my senses,I have learnt the wrong thing by sensing emotions(which is suppose to be to early to learn...should be focused on physical stuff)but i couldn't help myself...it just came...maybe it's just me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-14484202250575950?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/14484202250575950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/14484202250575950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/08/opened-senses.html' title='Opened senses'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-2897583692227041183</id><published>2007-08-22T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:10:08.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/Rs14V5sNgkI/AAAAAAAAACk/AKmQTNZdp-E/s1600-h/Skank,+Slut,+Bitch+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101866270539481666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/Rs14V5sNgkI/AAAAAAAAACk/AKmQTNZdp-E/s400/Skank,+Slut,+Bitch+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           I wasn't in this picture....but the yellow shirted girl is my sister,the&lt;br /&gt;                                            blue shirted girl is my cousin and the orange shirted girl is my cousin&lt;br /&gt;                                           whom i'm dedicating this blog entry to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assure you are not forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear&lt;br /&gt;my cousin dear&lt;br /&gt;May we stay strong&lt;br /&gt;For very long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Monica, my cousin who is in Australia now,I really miss her,we had so many things we kept from each but i glad we talked it out.we talked about our past...and we laughed our hearts out.We talked about her little crush on a lifeguard at a particular swimming pool,he was a not so close friend of mine but yeah...and she had another crush on this angmohish lifeguard who is my friend and im still keeping in contact with him,friendly guy.There was also this incident where she had to "cling on to her life" on my bicycle,(she was on roller blades) and we later swapped...it was really funny..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-2897583692227041183?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2897583692227041183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/2897583692227041183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-my-dearest-cousin.html' title='To my dearest cousin'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/Rs14V5sNgkI/AAAAAAAAACk/AKmQTNZdp-E/s72-c/Skank,+Slut,+Bitch+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-1452706669820746356</id><published>2007-08-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T05:58:38.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times and life of Rosemary(on the 21st august)</title><content type='html'>Today...i was kind of late for school....i actually curled my hair for school...but it got quite screwed up...so i went straight haired..i took a cab to the train station....messaged Melissa too wait for me as i would be 6 mins late(but it turned out that she didn't bring her handphone..so yar...they didn't wait for me...)so i walked to school....and at one point....i walked behind this STUPID car...and the bloody driver droved backwards without alerting me.....i almost got hitted...if i didn't notice hm going backwards....stupid driver....and then i went to the next traffic light...which was 2 mins away from that stupid driver.....saw the gang(who ditched me..haha)crossing the road....i was behing them...and this time....a taxi almost hit me....argh!!!!!yeah.....so enjoyed the boring lessons....and after school....Me,Farah,Xavier and Lina went to Vivocity....(Farah didn't want to go for her appointment in NUH....naughty girl)walked around to get stuffs....went to LJs to eat....then This girl cleared our trays while we were still eating.....we were quite irritated with her la...then we waited to see if she would clear Xavier's tray(we wanted to see the way Xavier would react...cause his the hot tempered kind of guy)but it never happened....so...Xavier went off to meet his date..I went to get Donuts for Morier and Amrit...my secondary school friends....(miss them)tthen we headed home....i admit i almost fell asleep in the train...so sleepy...my goodness...oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down,im actually not as silly as i seem in this picture&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/Rsrdx5sNgjI/AAAAAAAAACc/IPXmrczTyR8/s1600-h/Image027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101133377320092210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/Rsrdx5sNgjI/AAAAAAAAACc/IPXmrczTyR8/s400/Image027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss them!!!!we were at Newton eating those BBQ stuff&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrdZ5sNgiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DwqVhChC3mk/s1600-h/FOOD!!2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101132965003231778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrdZ5sNgiI/AAAAAAAAACU/DwqVhChC3mk/s400/FOOD!!2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a long story to this silly picture....but it was a funny day&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrdFJsNghI/AAAAAAAAACM/rha_QKfRGs8/s1600-h/Nafa27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101132608520946194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrdFJsNghI/AAAAAAAAACM/rha_QKfRGs8/s400/Nafa27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lina is always cam-whoring....she does evryday...but surprisingly....we all love it&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrcypsNggI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tj9WrVRzJ7E/s1600-h/Nafa25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101132290693366274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrcypsNggI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tj9WrVRzJ7E/s400/Nafa25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Melissa and me....I love pinching her butt cheeks....she is so cute and silly &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/Rsrce5sNgfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_6KjG82AbLI/s1600-h/nafa11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101131951390949874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/Rsrce5sNgfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_6KjG82AbLI/s400/nafa11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Bernice and i doing our silly routine as usual&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrcD5sNgeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zRRD3c7n1XY/s1600-h/Nafa17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101131487534481890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrcD5sNgeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zRRD3c7n1XY/s400/Nafa17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my right hand..yeah..i can do weird things with it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrbJZsNgdI/AAAAAAAAABs/TH-34xWZDTw/s1600-h/Nafa28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101130482512134610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrbJZsNgdI/AAAAAAAAABs/TH-34xWZDTw/s400/Nafa28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Matt....he is my acting class teacher...he is also the one that fell on me...stepped on my finger....he is the main cause of my injury...but his still the best teacher...he loves to talk about his wife and two sons...his a funny man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrUbJsNgcI/AAAAAAAAABk/QXZYbYuSlyk/s1600-h/Nafa+matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101123090873418178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsrUbJsNgcI/AAAAAAAAABk/QXZYbYuSlyk/s400/Nafa+matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-1452706669820746356?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1452706669820746356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/1452706669820746356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/08/times-and-life-of-rosemaryon-21st.html' title='Times and life of Rosemary(on the 21st august)'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/Rsrdx5sNgjI/AAAAAAAAACc/IPXmrczTyR8/s72-c/Image027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-7209642117024451592</id><published>2007-08-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:03:52.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We were like dumb dumbs.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsHD4_TEmJI/AAAAAAAAABc/ImbrQ-2AzJY/s1600-h/IMG_6838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098571636991629458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsHD4_TEmJI/AAAAAAAAABc/ImbrQ-2AzJY/s400/IMG_6838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Kae and Farah (at Swensens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsHDmvTEmII/AAAAAAAAABU/bWXlCcIYf3I/s1600-h/IMG_6839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098571323459016834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsHDmvTEmII/AAAAAAAAABU/bWXlCcIYf3I/s400/IMG_6839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B,Rose,Lina...(also at Swensens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsHDS_TEmHI/AAAAAAAAABM/9l5uJNkgMQQ/s1600-h/IMG_6849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098570984156600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsHDS_TEmHI/AAAAAAAAABM/9l5uJNkgMQQ/s400/IMG_6849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Ice cream!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was dress up day,i was actually quite reluctant to dress up,but,i wore this shirt,heels,and racer back shirt.yeah..some of my classmates were shocked....and then,i remembered that i and Farah were suppose to go to Mohammad Sultan rd to fing theatreworks...my goodness....it hurt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first....after my mandarin class...went to subway...ate....the manager gave us free chips...started raing....wiated for awhile at subway....walked to Plaza Singapura..ate Ice cream at Swensen..then Farah and I went to look for Theatreworks...there was this place where we had to cross the road infront of UE square...my goodness...we had to wait for 5mins before we crossed...then we walked around like lost tourist...and finally found the place....and the lady didn't let as view the whole place or took pictures(but we did anyway..haha..)..then we left the place...got thirsty...so we walked around looking for coffeebean or starbucks...but only to find Delifrance in UE square(sad)...got a discount...i felt so aunty la..forgot my staff discount...but still asked for one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally finished drinking,so...my went to cross the road again...(yar that 5 mins wait road)but this time we took 10 mins...because whenever we crossed halfway....we would go back because....cars would suddenly appear..finally crossed the road....and we started talking about heels....(why did we wear it!!!)yeah...finally reached home....felt so sleepy(and i still am)And...i miss darling's sweet voice and smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-7209642117024451592?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/7209642117024451592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/7209642117024451592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-were-like-dumb-dumbs.html' title='We were like dumb dumbs.....'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7Jd1WGScMM/RsHD4_TEmJI/AAAAAAAAABc/ImbrQ-2AzJY/s72-c/IMG_6838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-5829148285003519910</id><published>2007-08-11T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:13:55.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;After our assignment by Mr Lee Yew Moon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we walked from SRT to Great World City.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had lunch/dinner there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while we were eating,Kae,B,JJ and me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were seated at a table infront of the other table &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which consisted of,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E-van,Victoria,Rashmi,Lina,Farah and Rumana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kae,B,JJ and I started making each other laugh but talking about our &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;experiences in class....it was so funny,to funny for me to remember what we were &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking about except for the"Pelvic Trust"thing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We kept laughing like crazy people who just escaped from the mental hospital.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway,we walked around Great World City,doing stupid stuffs which was definately fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We did "roll up the spine","Soft-focus"(which we did and almost got hit by a car),Breathing exercises,etc.And I and B took this picture on purpose,just to disturb Joakim la(he has something against girls being close to girls.....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kae,Kae,Kae....she loves me and JJ because.....we helped her get this guys number....she was so funny...(should have seen the smile on her face...can't wipe it off)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went to play bowling for awhile,it was fun,we gave each other weird names like,Pelvic,Hot and Sexy,Sex appeal,Fat ass,Poison Ivy and theatre*something*...can't remember how to spell Lina's...Lina claims im good in bowling...but trust me,im not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway,thanks guys,for making my day,had lot's of fun today.It's the first time I've had so much fun in 1 yr 8 months....yeah...i counted my miserable days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-5829148285003519910?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/5829148285003519910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/5829148285003519910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-26187483966580907</id><published>2007-08-09T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:54:05.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day is like my birthday-just another plain ordinary day,why im i not feeling happy</title><content type='html'>Well,another day at work,another day of misery&lt;br /&gt;all you had to do was to make me all fury.&lt;br /&gt;I hated my 17th and 18th birthday,&lt;br /&gt;is there more i should say?&lt;br /&gt;What should my piorities be&lt;br /&gt;I still give my respects to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating when you have to choose between this option and that,all i needed was a simple little smile and a bonus hug,that would all make my day.You made me cry,i didn't show,cause all you would say was just too hurting.i had a minor asthma,you may not have realised,but then again why should you?The fuck face was there...speaking in malay,and remember the rules?I know you are stressed,but i ain't any miserable robot,working with no life.It's sad when you are gifted to read people's face,you know you are one of my top piorities and you will stay there.(And it's not going to change even if the world was to end)And im not trying to imply that im the victim here,just a victim of confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies,lies and more lies,this earth is filled with cruel lies.If only this action and word of lie didn't exist.It may be more hurtful for some,but at least we would be sure of our next path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad,hurting my mum by saying I hate my life,i don't really hate it,i'm just in a very confused stage where I can't step forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of a big hug or a caring thought,I seriously need it,badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-26187483966580907?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/26187483966580907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/26187483966580907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-is-like-my-birthday-just.html' title='National Day is like my birthday-just another plain ordinary day,why im i not feeling happy'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-7167376047062764091</id><published>2007-08-07T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T05:40:56.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When was the last time i blogged again?</title><content type='html'>I have been blogging for a very long time now...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...now im in NAFA,my friends are great,they never fail to cheer me up...im always looking forward for school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling down for the past few days...felt like i had no life.I tried so hard to make myself happy,but it never last long as my mind keeps thinking of the things that i tried to push away.It may sometimes be a good thing but,many a times,it's just plain horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime,i think of your image,my heart just shatters into pieces,the problem with me is,i keep holding back,i don't like to share my troubles,it reminds me of what im troubled with and i make others with my pain.I hate that bitch so much,i don't care about what she feels,she's a bitch,even her frenz backstab her,i think im already good enough to be better then her frenz as i called her a bitch in her face,and wat does she say? &gt;"only bitches call others bitch"but here is the thing,i did not say that i wasn't a bitch,as a matter of fact...im a btch,but she is the bitch of all bitches...i call her queen bitch....ok....enough of this fuc*er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to my wonderful frenz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah-She is my right hand woman,at first i thought she was an ah lian,but,she is like...ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa-No doubt she is childish,but she is a special someone whom i find count on to make (me laugh) my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina-She may be small in size...but....(she is actually a lion inside...)haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kae-She reminds me of my best friend Kay,always so jumpy and full of (sex-appeal)sorry honey...i had to say it after that incident at...you know where..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier-His a monkey i tell you...but he wasn't the person inside i expected him to be,definately a good fren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'B'-She ain't no Gothic bitch....she is one very daring girl i have to say,(she's into bondage...whips..haha..which is cool in some ways la..honey..if you happen to read this...don't attempt to kiss me again...you almost gave me a heart attack the last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunjung-She is one sexy wife...american husband...don't mess with her....(i wish you a fast recovery for your operation this friday darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Darryl-I can only think of circle circle dot dot...haha...i thought he was emo....but he is the best fren anyone can ever have...he is full of surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course more frenz to talk about like,Krupa(crazy Australian girl),Victoria(modern aunty),Joakim(Korindian boy),E-van(Tiny loud girl),Hidayah(Laughing monster),Fortu(Green-eyed monster),JJ(the jet plane),Rumanna(hilarious girl),rashmi(indian girl from thailand) and last but not least Celine(Noisy girl..aiyo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-7167376047062764091?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/7167376047062764091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/7167376047062764091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-was-last-time-i-blogged-again.html' title='When was the last time i blogged again?'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-116217957128937895</id><published>2006-10-29T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:39:31.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking and lying to myself...yeah it's ok...i will be fine..i can't believe im lying to myself all this time!!It's like a roller coaster(if that is how you spell it) that never ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just scream in silent...scream to my hearts content,i keep telling myself...ok...i can do it...but there is a part of me holding me back...I hide most of my feelings in me because...i know if i let it out...it will not turn nice nor will it turn out the way i wanted it too.....It never did....ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt your heart so heavy?&lt;br /&gt;Or your mind always wandering off?&lt;br /&gt;Ever always cried in silent till there was no  more tears but still felt upset?&lt;br /&gt;Ever had so many people telling you what to do that was against your will?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lived to see yourself die with heartaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...now...it's just another case of forgetting things that i don't want to  remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-116217957128937895?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/116217957128937895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/116217957128937895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-ok.html' title='It&apos;s ok'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-116107254942426563</id><published>2006-10-17T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:09:09.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps</title><content type='html'>Oh my...i feel so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with a lesbian friend of mine..and then she kind of ask me...how long have i been attached...and i lied to her...i said....2 years..or was it 3..cant remember la...well....i mean...she wants to find a gf...and i was afraid that she would like me...so i hope that...by saying im attached for 2 years or 3...her hopes are gone for me....i did say...i will help her find a gf...aiyo....i feel so guilty lying...i should have just told her im not interested in her...which would be telling the truth..but hurting her feelings...so i guess...telling her that white lie is ok la...thank goodness....only Lynda knows who i have the tingle for....and i hope she doesn't tell anyone...or else...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-116107254942426563?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/116107254942426563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/116107254942426563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2006/10/opps.html' title='Opps'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-115967699082648740</id><published>2006-09-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:29:50.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3380/3037/1600/Hand%20me%20the%20hair%20dryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3380/3037/320/Hand%20me%20the%20hair%20dryer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed...i really miss having friends who are nice and not back-stabbers..ok..we all have alittle back-stabbing secret going on...but not to the extend of hurting other people...i may not be the one involved(maybe not yet)but still...i feel for that person alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are afew people i don't think i will forget..(not in a good way of course)But..i realised that when there is evil...the angels are always around..no matter wat the devil has done...the angels will be there to comfort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   That is why life is so full of love which over-                                                                                   rules hate...yeah...You know who you&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   are my angels..yup..my groupies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-115967699082648740?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/115967699082648740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/115967699082648740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-well.html' title='Oh well'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-115763612548344287</id><published>2006-09-07T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:35:25.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Have you ever experienced deja vu?I know i have,not once,but,afew times.These experiences has been happening since i was a child,it was weird at first,but some how,i thought it was fun,one of my aunties experienced it too,I still do not understand why some of us experience these but..i do wish that it could help me in times to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-115763612548344287?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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make it worst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now...i settled my troubled self in nature...it was very relaxing despite the extreme heat...i took out the MP3....and remembered i brought 2 books out in the morning with me...i didn't know why i brought it out in the first place..it was about A life worth living ....i took it out and read it...it really cooled me off...i had thought of smoking and drinking...i was on the verge of starting....was likely because of some bad influence..but lets not start blaming others or start naming them..wat went through my mind was...since these people smoke and drink because of stress....maybe i should try it....but then again...the back of my head...though the voice is faint..it was a willing and understanding voice that made me want to listen...."Why smoke and drink..do u think that it could really take away your stress?why do these to your body...it's also the temple of god"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking and drinking came to my mind twice within 24 hours..but every time i wanted to continue...that voice keeps coming up..I dun have anyone to turn to and tell my inside problems...it always turn out angering that person i talk to...that is why i have always kept things to myself...i tried to open up...telling again...but after that day and today...i think i will go back to where i belong...i thank the voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus,i am a very confused soul,please help and guide me into the right path..all to thee my precious saviour...i surrender all...my mind is cleared...im only listening to you..i give you my heart but not my heart because you are in my heart...my ear hears evil...my heart hears you...show me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear lord jesus...please help a friend of mine who do not understand you...bless her with your precious blood....give her the strength to believe in you..i know you can't make her have faith in you but i know she will have faith in you...please guide her and heal her...i will give anything to make her well again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28646375-115753039680160240?l=myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/115753039680160240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28646375/posts/default/115753039680160240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownlifeofperfection.blogspot.com/2006/09/save-me-from-my-evil-thoughts.html' title='Save me from my evil thoughts'/><author><name>myworldofperfection</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03077888545995147656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos-092.friendster.com/e1/photos/29/07/7807092/299618961m.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28646375.post-115737921497980791</id><published>2006-09-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T01:14:48.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup....another day..hehe...i have taught myself a lesson today...the reason why someone hates you is because they are just jealous of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...there are many fishes swimming around lately....yup...im just a diver..i have been swimming with afew sharks...yup...i still am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't like before....used to be stuck with so many things to consider...oh well..those has been long gone...now....i do thing my way..im not gonna listen to others...just my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so shy....but being borned in the year of the dragon...i finally realised...that nobody can mess with this dragon without getting burned in the ass real bad...nope...im not revengeful...but...that is the only way to get your feet off my tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...i may still be in love..but..no more getting hurt...i know where i stand...things i do...may not be recognised..but..it doesn't matter anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened in my life..but no matter how bad it is...i know there are many out there whose life is much worse than what i had experienced..Many things i do not understand...many things i do understand..but whatever it is...i will wait..one day...we will get out of these misery...everyone has a day that all our misery would be gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...life wouldn't be the same will it?I shall keep my fingers crossed..I dun wanna cry anymore...no...i dun want to....im sick of crying...many things you have said have hurted me bad....how many times do you have to hurt our family?I will fight for my rights..somehow..I know i will&lt;div 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