<?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-36014765</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:30:12.825+08:00</updated><category term='leeanne the sweetheart'/><category term='kids zoo and me'/><category term='new week'/><category term='meibe'/><category term='fuck you.'/><category term='a bestfriend.'/><category term='blah blah'/><category term='new family member'/><category term='rants. just rants'/><category term='i can never let go.'/><category term='class gathering'/><category term='yet again another day'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='today'/><category term='hair issues'/><category term='you. me'/><category term='ive lost.'/><category 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term='shoes mania'/><category term='hewllo'/><category term='charlie'/><category term='sentosa'/><category term='0039hr'/><category term='1035hr'/><category term='hardcore sentosa'/><title type='text'>randomly unplug</title><subtitle type='html'>i engraved your name on my wrist with much love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-101795531660961193</id><published>2009-05-25T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:51:11.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paul-lene.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;ive moved, click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-101795531660961193?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/101795531660961193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=101795531660961193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/101795531660961193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/101795531660961193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-moved-click-here-ive-moved-click.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1100009764271102629</id><published>2009-05-23T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:10:49.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><title type='text'>tears dry on their own - amy winehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=turnon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/turnon.jpg" border="0" alt="http://www.cardboardlove.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; to bby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=thelook.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/thelook.jpg" border="0" alt="http://lefashionimage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; IDEAL LOOK! :D (soon...soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=idealhair.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/idealhair.jpg" border="0" alt="http://olsensanonymous.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; should i or should i not get this hairstyle?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1100009764271102629?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1100009764271102629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1100009764271102629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1100009764271102629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1100009764271102629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/tears-dry-on-their-own-amy-winehouse.html' title='tears dry on their own - amy winehouse'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-3882388495595068102</id><published>2009-05-22T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:32:36.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GLYS'/><title type='text'>my only one - mocca</title><content type='html'>what a pleasant friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou i spent it at work, i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, im at my station, watching time past by me.&lt;br /&gt;work was awesome, nobody picked on me .&lt;br /&gt;i only get to see mister logistic for like what, 10minutes?&lt;br /&gt;oh, he DID get a haircut cause i notice the lesser hair on&lt;br /&gt;his head. LOL. he wore specs today, awesomeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;so cute! i like. hahaha. but, today, the doctor didnt pass&lt;br /&gt;my counter. ): cause he whenever he said, 'see you tomorrow',&lt;br /&gt;i will always see him the next day but sadly today, no.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he past my counter when i was having my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;damn blardy dinner ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its not that bad. thought GLYS would be posted with me&lt;br /&gt;but some dumbass fuck said that my counter only need three staffs&lt;br /&gt;and he was transfered to other counter. hes like the joy of my work la.&lt;br /&gt;so fun to tease him but the people at my station called it 'bullying'.&lt;br /&gt;but NO. i think GLYS likes to be bullied by me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its finally the weekend. long awaits my off day!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna spent it carefully and enjoy every second of it. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-3882388495595068102?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3882388495595068102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=3882388495595068102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/3882388495595068102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/3882388495595068102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-only-one-mocca.html' title='my only one - mocca'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1736846682148327748</id><published>2009-05-21T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:23:50.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bby'/><title type='text'>me and my boyfriend - mocca</title><content type='html'>viceroy menthol light taste like beef jerky.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why i got that in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gooooooooodnesss&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deprieved&lt;/span&gt; of good nicotine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hurhur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturdays my off day, finally like 325456346 days of working.&lt;br /&gt;okay, just exaggerating, its only 5 working days la.&lt;br /&gt;and i get the weekend off! mommy said, shes gonna bring&lt;br /&gt;us to the movies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! its been a while anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bby&lt;/span&gt; badly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally&lt;/span&gt; badly.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to meet him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna crush his bones&lt;br /&gt;and kiss him till he gets lip sore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my cute doctor held a perfect 5 minutes conversation&lt;br /&gt;with me! :D i was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;. he TALKED to me.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; stammer like i always do whenever hes&lt;br /&gt;around. he made my day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;loadddddddddds&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind getting sick everyday if hes my personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1736846682148327748?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1736846682148327748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1736846682148327748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1736846682148327748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1736846682148327748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-and-my-boyfriend-mocca.html' title='me and my boyfriend - mocca'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-5359031822157412404</id><published>2009-05-20T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:01:28.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head crack.'/><title type='text'>the climb - miley cyrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am far from perfect. But i will be perfect for that&lt;br /&gt;imperfect someone who is perfect for me&lt;/span&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-for-that-imperfect-someone.html"&gt;le.loveimage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should bury myself alive today.&lt;br /&gt;why does the blur syndrome happened on such&lt;br /&gt;cute doctor? goooooooooooooood, slap me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day today, i only get to see mister&lt;br /&gt;logisitc for less than 5 minutes with a blardy&lt;br /&gt;back view. but hey, i realised he got a haircut. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suddenly very exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;i need to pop some pills and sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;p.s ive been getting weird dreams lately. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-5359031822157412404?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5359031822157412404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=5359031822157412404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5359031822157412404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5359031822157412404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb-miley-cyrus.html' title='the climb - miley cyrus'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4757958300353233071</id><published>2009-05-19T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:14:37.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shayne.'/><title type='text'>how deep is your love - bee gees</title><content type='html'>bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby&lt;br /&gt;bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby&lt;br /&gt;bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby&lt;br /&gt;bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby&lt;br /&gt;bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby bby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling munchkin.&lt;br /&gt;you taste awesome like subway's peanut butter cookies.&lt;br /&gt;i love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4757958300353233071?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4757958300353233071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=4757958300353233071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4757958300353233071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4757958300353233071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/muted.html' title='how deep is your love - bee gees'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-6197880655664438484</id><published>2009-05-18T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:59:42.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logistic guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bby'/><title type='text'>unbeautiful - lesley roy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL? CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL? CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL? CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL? CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL? CAN I COUNT ON YOU IF I FALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i.html"&gt;(le.loveimage)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got the answer from you yesterday ....&lt;em&gt; i know i can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should know ...&lt;br /&gt;how lovely to know that you actually care and always there&lt;br /&gt;for me when i needed someone. how relieved i was when you&lt;br /&gt;came to asked me how was i after our huge arguments which&lt;br /&gt;led to a break up. how happy i am to have you back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i cant really go on without you in my life. thou you dont&lt;br /&gt;really play a huge part in me cause we both dont really have that&lt;br /&gt;status but im really thankful that i still have you to get love and&lt;br /&gt;concern from. after a hard day of work last night, i came home&lt;br /&gt;and i saw you in msn and you talked to me asking me how am i.&lt;br /&gt;it lit my face. those little things you always do for me makes me&lt;br /&gt;smile like a major dork and i so wish to be in your arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making out like we always do, have warm snuggles after those&lt;br /&gt;intimate moments. i can live to that every single day and will&lt;br /&gt;never get bored. im sure you wont too right, bby? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i felt that today i should really blog about work.&lt;br /&gt;ive been enjoying work. seriously, its easy money,&lt;br /&gt;not much movement needed. i get to see loads of different&lt;br /&gt;people plus, i get to interact with that different type of people.&lt;br /&gt;i made many hi-bye friends but i did have one close friend at work.&lt;br /&gt;we pratically go everywhere together and you wont exactly see us apart.&lt;br /&gt;except when her schedule goes haywired. somehow, im glad shes my&lt;br /&gt;friend cause shes just sooooooooooooooo cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know, im working in a hospital now. and yes, i get to see&lt;br /&gt;tons of cute doctors! thats the bonus part of the job. i get to see loads&lt;br /&gt;of nice cars if im posted to the lobby and i get to see cute doctors&lt;br /&gt;with awesome cars. some people tend to remember my face and from&lt;br /&gt;there we will greet each other every single day making my day less boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but theres one thing, i kinda look forward to work every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the logistic guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea whats his name, how old is he, where he comes from.&lt;br /&gt;but all i know, he works under logistic. seeing him makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;hes not a big hoo haa nor is he a hot jock. hes just a simple guy&lt;br /&gt;who happens to stands out and that caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;well, all the girls thinks hes not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;cute and they think my ive&lt;br /&gt;weird taste in guys. yes, there are tons of cute guys passing thru me&lt;br /&gt;every single day but the logistic guy is the only guy that makes me&lt;br /&gt;look forward for work every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart fluster whenever he dropped by my counter. we dont really&lt;br /&gt;talk that much besides asking me work related stuff. owells, hes just oh so cute.&lt;br /&gt;i would love to know his name thou. or how old is he. but somehow, i dont wish&lt;br /&gt;to know his marital status. LOL. theres a saying, "truth hurts..."&lt;br /&gt;guys like that, for sure they are attached. but i shall not let that ruin me.&lt;br /&gt;its not exactly that im in love with him that i wanna be with him. well,&lt;br /&gt;i do but thats seems out of question. lets just put a test on fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell you we wore the same color top for two days already?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, yea im that psycho. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes the type of guy that i would love to bring to see my parents.&lt;br /&gt;hes very...... simple. thats what i like about him.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, he wears specs on messy days. and contacts on nice days.&lt;br /&gt;both looks, he looks awesome. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so yea.... now im proud to say i love my job and im like sooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;attached to the hospital already. hurhur. heavy heart to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to watch tellie.&lt;br /&gt;till then, muchos love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-6197880655664438484?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6197880655664438484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=6197880655664438484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6197880655664438484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6197880655664438484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/unbeautiful-lesley-roy.html' title='unbeautiful - lesley roy'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-9164646298253849578</id><published>2009-05-17T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:15:21.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter.'/><title type='text'>cai hong - jay chou</title><content type='html'>i am stil dealing with the broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how long its gonna take to get&lt;br /&gt;me back into square one. ive been showing facade&lt;br /&gt;and its wearing me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why is it so hard to forget you?&lt;br /&gt;why wont that feeling go away.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you care but actually you dont.&lt;br /&gt;how can that be possible cause you said you would.&lt;br /&gt;im missing you so much right now, i bet you didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou im trying my best to delude myself,&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself its entirely over thou&lt;br /&gt;theres this little cartwheel the feelings harbouring.&lt;br /&gt;hoping you will just appear again, like you always do&lt;br /&gt;after our silly arguments.but this time, it seems like&lt;br /&gt;you wont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just tell me why is it so hard to forget you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fucking bleeding just wont fucking stop. knnccb.&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts thrice as much after the fucking surgery.&lt;br /&gt;i think im dying soon judging from the fact that i keep &lt;br /&gt;losing some amount of blood everyday. jitters. what&lt;br /&gt;if im drained out. no blood left. eeeeeeeeew.&lt;br /&gt;die. plus, im having my period now. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find life so meaningless now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-9164646298253849578?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/9164646298253849578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=9164646298253849578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/9164646298253849578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/9164646298253849578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/cai-hong-jay-chou.html' title='cai hong - jay chou'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-5496959222673586255</id><published>2009-05-15T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:15:12.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shayne left me.'/><title type='text'>fixing a broken heart - Indecent Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SgxCBb45LQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yIvHdijt-cc/s1600-h/P120509_20.34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SgxCBb45LQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yIvHdijt-cc/s320/P120509_20.34.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335712250960882946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt exactly went into a hiatus,&lt;br /&gt;i was just trying to recover fast from the surgery&lt;br /&gt;i had. it was insane. it just wont stop bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;so its like, every single day ive to see my GP&lt;br /&gt;to get my dressing done and im off for work&lt;br /&gt;even thou im entitled to a two weeks leave.&lt;br /&gt;i just love my work too much till cant bear&lt;br /&gt;to take leaves. -.- (but the i love my job part is true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and bby 'broke' up last night. (i know its random, yeaaa)&lt;br /&gt;long story cut short, it was a painful experience&lt;br /&gt;to be screaming at him over the phone and ended&lt;br /&gt;so bitterly. owells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;i wont believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;i hate love.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that love is such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant see it.&lt;br /&gt;love hates me as much as i hate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being totally random here.&lt;br /&gt;im just going insane. losing shayne&lt;br /&gt;is almost equals to losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FUCK, MY HEART HURTS SO BAD RIGHT NOW. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-5496959222673586255?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5496959222673586255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=5496959222673586255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5496959222673586255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5496959222673586255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/fixing-broken-heart-indecent-obsession.html' title='fixing a broken heart - Indecent Obsession'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SgxCBb45LQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yIvHdijt-cc/s72-c/P120509_20.34.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4160622939078423402</id><published>2009-05-10T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:10:50.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you fucking make me realised that&lt;br /&gt;youre a just a mistake in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4160622939078423402?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4160622939078423402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=4160622939078423402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4160622939078423402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4160622939078423402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-fucking-make-me-realised-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-3533939318462416172</id><published>2009-05-10T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:39:38.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hectic'/><title type='text'>my all - mariah carey</title><content type='html'>my first am shift and i screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;marvelous lene! way to go.&lt;br /&gt;surgerys due tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you been including me in your prayers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-3533939318462416172?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3533939318462416172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=3533939318462416172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/3533939318462416172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/3533939318462416172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-all-mariah-carey.html' title='my all - mariah carey'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4449788656344898978</id><published>2009-05-09T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:58:33.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><title type='text'>i need you - the wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SgWn4pjHtAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZewZb5B6LGo/s1600-h/352019600_7b54ae65c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SgWn4pjHtAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZewZb5B6LGo/s320/352019600_7b54ae65c3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333853925357892610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, short and sweet post.&lt;br /&gt;i was out almost the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;i took some crappy passport size photo&lt;br /&gt;and i look like a fucking retard. &lt;br /&gt;make up wasnt heavy, idiotic look and&lt;br /&gt;super messy hair. weather was fucking hot&lt;br /&gt;that i melted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got what i need and im broke overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vans shoes ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;jeans ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;tops ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;bag ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;sk ll ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;plaster ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;lunch with the boys ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;pay bills ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;add amount to the fare card ... checked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of these turned me broke in just one day.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr. i need finance management -.-&lt;br /&gt;i suck at saving money andddddddd&lt;br /&gt;its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on AM shift tomorrow morning, god bless me please.&lt;br /&gt;am catching the first train for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will get me to the hospital on time.&lt;br /&gt;im very tired and very very exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i hope bby could make it this Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;he said he wanted to take care of me cause&lt;br /&gt;im gonna due for surgery this Monday ((:&lt;br /&gt;even if bby cant make it, i totally understand.&lt;br /&gt;but fuckkkkkk archery training. knnccb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i saw HQ today. &lt;br /&gt;i think thats her.&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, J talked to me in msn last night&lt;br /&gt;after 6235443124325435634 days of not talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you shouldnt harbour any hopes&lt;br /&gt;for HQ, i saw her with another guy&lt;br /&gt;which i totally believe that he IS&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend (: (thake that you sucker!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss J. ):&lt;br /&gt;i miss bby more. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4449788656344898978?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4449788656344898978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=4449788656344898978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4449788656344898978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4449788656344898978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-short-and-sweet-post.html' title='i need you - the wonders'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SgWn4pjHtAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZewZb5B6LGo/s72-c/352019600_7b54ae65c3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1300348691522655592</id><published>2009-05-08T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:01:19.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah'/><title type='text'>littlest thing - lily allen</title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;my fucking printer ate my memory card.&lt;br /&gt;and now im fucking cardless and my phone&lt;br /&gt;has this really very super knnccb ringtone.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. stupid mofo, printer of a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day wasnt so bad. the incharge was an arse.&lt;br /&gt;shes like those miss-know-everything shit.&lt;br /&gt;she can blardy well lick my smooth beautiful arse.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to team up with her ever again,&lt;br /&gt;im making sure that i'll rip off one side&lt;br /&gt;of her ear with my teeth. she needs to keep&lt;br /&gt;herself grounded. being overly confident&lt;br /&gt;is like entrusting yourself to slow death.&lt;br /&gt;and people will hate you and we will isolate you&lt;br /&gt;and make sure you die slowly without any friends.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how her partner even stand her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my pay is in, say goodbye to cashless day&lt;br /&gt;atleast for now. settled my bill, getting some skin&lt;br /&gt;product for mommy. im feeling very guilty right now.&lt;br /&gt;cause the memory card have several pictures which she&lt;br /&gt;needs for her assignment which is due on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;that mofo memory card slipped off my hand and dropped&lt;br /&gt;into the slot where you put the stupid paper.&lt;br /&gt;i know shes not mad, just upset with me. REALLY upset.&lt;br /&gt;die la. back on track, im getting her the skin product&lt;br /&gt;plus i gave her some cash and im left with a little&lt;br /&gt;to pamper myself. i need more tops, getting a bag, the one&lt;br /&gt;i eyed over at some mall. i wanted to get a half cab vans shoe&lt;br /&gt;but its gonna cost a dent in my pocket. poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some cash for rainy days. like a week after this coming one,&lt;br /&gt;im on AM shift, literally cb mofo morning. ive to report for work&lt;br /&gt;at 0630hr. so i have to cab down if the trains gonna make me late.&lt;br /&gt;but i can claim from the company by the end of the month together&lt;br /&gt;with my pay. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sg is still on yellow zone. rumored to be lifted soon.&lt;br /&gt;security isnt tight anymore. sorta chilled and yea you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, i applied for some job just now.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will get it. not that far,&lt;br /&gt;over at toapayoh. so yada yada. i want that job badly!&lt;br /&gt;and its next to dyy's bf workplace. so i can literally&lt;br /&gt;see her every single day. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im due in 3 days. jitters.&lt;br /&gt;scary or whatever adjectives can be used.&lt;br /&gt;i hope its not as painful as the one before.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope it will take a shorter period to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im off to bed now, &lt;br /&gt;i need to get up early tomorrow to send my resume.&lt;br /&gt;they fucking need my photo on the resume. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and im off to go for a tiny shopping free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im meeting THE ex next week.&lt;br /&gt;*runs around in circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1300348691522655592?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1300348691522655592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1300348691522655592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1300348691522655592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1300348691522655592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/littlest-thing-lily-allen.html' title='littlest thing - lily allen'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8517304207573909982</id><published>2009-05-07T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:58:33.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one whole day.'/><title type='text'>anyone but you - the mouldy peaches.</title><content type='html'>stayed up to watch Juno on my tiny screen last night.&lt;br /&gt;not a well spent off day. fought with everyone at home&lt;br /&gt;left the house in a huff, everybody was at everybodys &lt;br /&gt;throat. i left the house crying and without an ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;like darn it. supposed to meet dyy yesterday. when she&lt;br /&gt;called, i was sobbing really hard and i dont feel like&lt;br /&gt;talking to anyone. sat at the highest floor in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;did some self reflection on myself and tempted to suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me. but that thought was very tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still without a full time job, currently enjoying&lt;br /&gt;the easy life in the hospital. each day i met different&lt;br /&gt;types of people. which is an eye opener for me.&lt;br /&gt;seeing senior folks reminded me so much of granny and&lt;br /&gt;my late foster dad. and seeing hot guys, trying to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'keng'&lt;/i&gt; mc. hahaha. shitheads. was posted to the&lt;br /&gt;specialist clinic again. the wind, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;machiam genting highlands. i come prepared! (:&lt;br /&gt;i put on my cardigan today and it saves me from&lt;br /&gt;that chilly wind coming from god knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for your information, sg has hit the yellow zone.&lt;br /&gt;which means its lesser than the orange one we had two days &lt;br /&gt;back. but still, we have to take extra precautions. to play&lt;br /&gt;safe. its unpredictable. so yeaa. so thank you yellow zone,&lt;br /&gt;you made my job damnnnnnnn easy peasy to the kahunyyyyy! haha!&lt;br /&gt;i was practically stoning at work, begging Junhong to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;which he did, that arse. soooooooooo free in camp. knnccb. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on noon shift tomorrow. again. and Saturday is my off day!&lt;br /&gt;woot. i need new shoes. i need to get my bangs chopped.&lt;br /&gt;andddddddddd my brows done. oh guess what! im meeting&lt;br /&gt;Eugene next week. (should i jump for joy or sit and slap myself?)&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im dying to lay my hands on vans half cab!&lt;br /&gt;i saw this gorgeous pink ones. like zomg! *_*&lt;br /&gt;i waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant!&lt;br /&gt;but i cant remember which site i saw it but i know its not&lt;br /&gt;a local site. which means, ive to pre order it, ship it&lt;br /&gt;and pay a humongous sum for a pair of shoe. awesome or what?&lt;br /&gt;stressing over what to wear for the date with Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;hes sucha picker.always picking on me for little details&lt;br /&gt;to demoralise my poor confidence. ccb mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways bby texted me this morning. he still sounded piss.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont know whats wrong with me. im infused with negative&lt;br /&gt;ions judging that my surgery is due soon. he got pissed off&lt;br /&gt;and his words are crude. but i like the way he started &lt;br /&gt;the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im not going anywhere ........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i told him, im afraid of losing him and those dots&lt;br /&gt;are all the stuffs he said and he seems pretty pissed about it.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt reply. i cant be bothered to. my surgery is in four days.&lt;br /&gt;jitters. keep me in your prayers readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to watch nick and norah's playlist on my tiny screen.&lt;br /&gt;till then, miss me okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8517304207573909982?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8517304207573909982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8517304207573909982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8517304207573909982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8517304207573909982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/anyone-but-you-mouldy-peaches.html' title='anyone but you - the mouldy peaches.'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-2010853243926542373</id><published>2009-05-06T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:48:10.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jude'/><title type='text'>krazy - pitbull</title><content type='html'>i know. its my second post already.&lt;br /&gt;buy i really got to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;it makes my balls run. hohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were just talking about shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get a vans half cab.&lt;br /&gt;and jude, my brother's friend has&lt;br /&gt;those pair.so i private message him in msn.&lt;br /&gt;asking about those shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres how the convo goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice when I'm not around says:&lt;br /&gt;leftfoot expensive le &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fxrz McLovin says:&lt;br /&gt;u got money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice when I'm not around says: &lt;br /&gt;okay ar &lt;br /&gt;leftfoot like 120 and above le &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fxrz McLovin says:&lt;br /&gt;no i asking u got money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice when I'm not around  &lt;br /&gt;now no sat have &lt;br /&gt;dont ask me pre order hor , i slap you &lt;br /&gt;pre order plus shipping exxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fxrz McLovin says: &lt;br /&gt;can give me money?? hehheh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he asked me whether i got money, i thought he &lt;br /&gt;wanted to ask me whats my budget. that arsehole&lt;br /&gt;literally asked me for money! shithead. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-2010853243926542373?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2010853243926542373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=2010853243926542373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2010853243926542373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2010853243926542373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/krazy-pitbull.html' title='krazy - pitbull'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-5889445997239261454</id><published>2009-05-06T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:26:32.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work.'/><title type='text'>how you love me now - hey monday</title><content type='html'>its Wednesday today and its my off day! (:&lt;br /&gt;im sure you readers are darn excited to know&lt;br /&gt;how was my first day of work right? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was alright. i woke up very early&lt;br /&gt;which is so not me. when i walked to the train &lt;br /&gt;station that morning, i asked myself whens the&lt;br /&gt;last time that i actually walked out of the house&lt;br /&gt;before the sun is out. reached train station,&lt;br /&gt;blast my ear drums with hardcore music to keep&lt;br /&gt;me awake. and theres this guy who kept looking at me,&lt;br /&gt;so i figured that my music was a little too loud.&lt;br /&gt;but heck, i need to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to be in the afternoon shift but&lt;br /&gt;dyy called and told me there were some changes.&lt;br /&gt;when she called me the night before, i was out at&lt;br /&gt;hardcourt with the boys. they were playing night game&lt;br /&gt;and we left hardcourt almost midnight. cabbed home&lt;br /&gt;cause we were too tired to walk to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;crapped alot of nonsense and resulting to that,&lt;br /&gt;ipin misses his last train and had to bunk in&lt;br /&gt;over at my place. that klutz. hes like a regular&lt;br /&gt;over at my place. hahahaha. with him around, bedtime can&lt;br /&gt;never be early. reached home, showered, had food and we had&lt;br /&gt;card games before bed. ended up playing till 3am and ive&lt;br /&gt;to wake up at 6 plus for work. so it was a cranky Monday for me!&lt;br /&gt;which thank god, i ended my shift at 1500hr. i zoinked out just&lt;br /&gt;the moment i reached home and slept the entire night....soundly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since i last actually slept early. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive been exhausted these days. posted to the specialist&lt;br /&gt;centre. saw tons of people with different fancy cars. &lt;br /&gt;saw cute doctors in and out and cute patients who dont look sick.&lt;br /&gt;the work was easy. but we have to be vigilant and alert at all&lt;br /&gt;times, judging from the fact that sg is in the orange alert zone.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they provided food for us,staffs. i ate sadly alone cause the &lt;br /&gt;girl whom i made friends with was posted to wards. i was like&lt;br /&gt;20 stones away from her. ive yet to really do an am shift.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was not counted cause i start work at 0830hr.&lt;br /&gt;the real morning shift is ive to report to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;at 0630hr. meaning ive to wake up 1 and 1/2 hour early,&lt;br /&gt;catch the first train and yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, my first morning shift will be this....Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;yes a Sunday! knnccbmofo. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and furthermore, my second off day is this Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;cant stay out late meaning ive to get my arse home by 2000hr!&lt;br /&gt;yikes. that VERY early. please pray that Sunday shift's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a blast. yesterday's in charge was fun.&lt;br /&gt;shes called Lin. unlike Sharon, my first day incharge.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon is those stiff kind, go by the book and a pain&lt;br /&gt;in the arse kind whereas lin is those, hyper, flexible kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;i cant talk to Sharon for nuts. as in, we cant really actually&lt;br /&gt;hold a normal convo. i felt pressurised around her.&lt;br /&gt;Lin told us that we should just enjoy it cause our job is&lt;br /&gt;easy thou its a waste of time and manpower. lol.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, every shift in charge is gonna be different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing sakae already )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im too lazy to blog about any other stuffs&lt;br /&gt;besides work. oh ya, and the bad thing about working&lt;br /&gt;in a hospital, you cant smoke. you have to go like&lt;br /&gt;1km away from the hospital and that means ive to walk&lt;br /&gt;out of the hospital and when im done smoking which takes &lt;br /&gt;only 5 minutes or lesser and walk the 1km back again.&lt;br /&gt;all of this, just to smoke. -.- &lt;br /&gt;so those who have been bugging me to quit, &lt;br /&gt;im almost there :D haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bby and me had a small argument last night. ):&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to talk about it. he made me so upset&lt;br /&gt;that i dont wish to talk to him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;lets see whether will he text me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-5889445997239261454?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5889445997239261454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=5889445997239261454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5889445997239261454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5889445997239261454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-you-love-me-now-hey-monday.html' title='how you love me now - hey monday'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1878316756324679427</id><published>2009-05-02T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:16:32.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakae ppl'/><title type='text'>sakae annoying songs!</title><content type='html'>it was a dreadful parting.&lt;br /&gt;never would i thought it would end that fast.&lt;br /&gt;i left with a heavy heart and very reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;i controlled those emotions, hoping i wont&lt;br /&gt;upset the rest. the final day was something&lt;br /&gt;i will remember for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed and joked as thou tomorrow would be the same.&lt;br /&gt;indeed it is. just a person lesser in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt really make much difference. those days, where&lt;br /&gt;i cried, clubbed, gotten myself drunk and deal with&lt;br /&gt;many issues regarding my not so sweet relationship and&lt;br /&gt;issues at home, they were almost there to hear me whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dealing with these issues, all our positions are&lt;br /&gt;being put aside. we are equal when talking. example, carol.&lt;br /&gt;she is the assistant manager in the restaurant. but she never&lt;br /&gt;throw her weight around(unless shes having the hot headed tantrum).&lt;br /&gt;i remember crying to her about a failed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;she told me its not worth crying for some jerk who never appreciate me.&lt;br /&gt;she told me life still got to go on and you still have your friends to&lt;br /&gt;support you. from that day onwards, i can talk to carol almost about&lt;br /&gt;everything under the sun. we joked around, we deal with issues together.&lt;br /&gt;we share secrets. and we started off not in high school or preschool.&lt;br /&gt;its that restaurant or should i say fate that brought us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same case for cindy and everybody in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;the friendship that blossom from there. those beautiful ones.&lt;br /&gt;i love them all. from the senior crews to the partime senior crews&lt;br /&gt;to the manager and even to the kitchen staffs. even thou some of them&lt;br /&gt;are in senior years, we did share this awesome bonding together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this restaurant is also the restaurant that made me make alot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;like this was where i first got to know callie. same goes for desmond,&lt;br /&gt;mingcheun, ethen, chilli and many others. until now, we still keep in contact,&lt;br /&gt;thou its not that often, but we made a point to hang out and talk.&lt;br /&gt;isnt that what friends are? its not about the how many days we hung out.&lt;br /&gt;its all about the time, both parties sacrificed to meet up and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cry last night. cause i was very reluctant to leave everybody.&lt;br /&gt;i love working there despite my pay not increase after working for&lt;br /&gt;two blardy years. tons of fond memories, i get to meet different type of&lt;br /&gt;guest dining in. all sorts of human behaviours. hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will they even notice that im not around anymore?&lt;br /&gt;will they even say, "i miss having art here and her noise"?&lt;br /&gt;will they even remember my name, three months later?&lt;br /&gt;will i feel awkward dining there as thou we are now strangers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss the part time service crew thats still there.&lt;br /&gt;mariam, immanuel, james, qinshu and not forgetting benny&lt;br /&gt;who never fails to annoy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times where theres still,&lt;br /&gt;weekiet, junwei, mingcheun, lingjie, eereena and callie.&lt;br /&gt;thou they didnt last that long, working with them&lt;br /&gt;were fun. crazy times, i would love to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know, im posting this with a heavy heart?&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop tearing reminiscing the whole two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people may come and go, but&lt;br /&gt;my lovely sakae staffs will definitely&lt;br /&gt;stay in my heart. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1878316756324679427?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1878316756324679427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1878316756324679427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1878316756324679427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1878316756324679427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakae-annoying-songs.html' title='sakae annoying songs!'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-2975378489921360558</id><published>2009-05-01T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:06:26.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meibe'/><title type='text'>birthday song - by me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sfs_iyE8AoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pyrjdvo_qpM/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sfs_iyE8AoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pyrjdvo_qpM/s400/angry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924450713698946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats today, arsehole day?&lt;br /&gt;everybodys enjoying their friday off&lt;br /&gt;and ive to work and tolerate stupid human beings.&lt;br /&gt;so what if you have the cash to dine in the restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;do you think i give a flyin fuck about it?&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of you having the cash but not&lt;br /&gt;being civilised, you shit head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point of time, i just wanted to scream at&lt;br /&gt;your puny face. so what, if youre the regular customer?&lt;br /&gt;and so what to all those fuck shit tattoos on your &lt;br /&gt;stupid chao ah lian girlfriend? tattoos big fuck?&lt;br /&gt;and you, the shit brain, so what if youre an ah beng?&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt entitle you to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like come on, its &lt;b&gt;already&lt;/b&gt; bad enough youre an&lt;br /&gt;ah beng. please redeem yourself before the society spits &lt;br /&gt;on you. so what if for god knows youre running an illegal&lt;br /&gt;business. you big shot, im supposed to be scared?&lt;br /&gt;what, an ahbeng can treat other people with no respect?&lt;br /&gt;i already told you theres no fucking table cause its the&lt;br /&gt;fucking full house yet you screamed at me over some&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable issue. like fucking come on, use your brain&lt;br /&gt;(thats if you have one,which i doubt so).its the public&lt;br /&gt;holiday. its a time where families are out having dinners&lt;br /&gt;together, obviously the place is gonna be pack. and you?&lt;br /&gt;throwing your shots around just because youre an ahbeng?&lt;br /&gt;youre just shits under those ah beng 'covers' la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made my day super bad and thank god i dont have to serve&lt;br /&gt;you ever again even if you DO come and dine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my operation is in nine days time and im feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;bby's enlistment date is drawing near. sixty-seven days.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw bby was like what, fifteen days ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=s.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/s.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute right :$ - &gt; blushing.&lt;br /&gt;when i asked him, miss me?&lt;br /&gt;he was like, 'ya'&lt;br /&gt;then i go like, 'ya?'&lt;br /&gt;and he got annoyed and go like 'ya!'.&lt;br /&gt;he knows i love to annoy him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to bby and annoying him made my day better! (:&lt;br /&gt;before i end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to meibe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=meibe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/meibe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;happy 22nd birthday to you meibe,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou the cupcakes may not be real, date me soon and&lt;br /&gt;we can go for fooooooooooooooooooooooood! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-2975378489921360558?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2975378489921360558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=2975378489921360558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2975378489921360558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2975378489921360558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='birthday song - by me!'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sfs_iyE8AoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pyrjdvo_qpM/s72-c/angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-7575674629568846225</id><published>2009-04-29T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:09:37.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you.'/><title type='text'>sway - bic runga</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18/12/2008 12:38:32&lt;/span&gt; AM [ 3.01 ] lene ; love me till my heart stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was the promise, love never spoke of it there goes the last kiss the very last bit all the words of lie the truth left behind not you not i but we hurt will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18/12/2008 5:09:21&lt;/span&gt; PM jason [ 3.01 ] lene ; love me till my heart stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like u the way u are &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you once said it. &lt;br /&gt;i am still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;it seems ive fallen back again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep seeing you around. &lt;br /&gt;but when i realised its not you,&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches and i wished&lt;br /&gt;we hadnt crossed each other's path&lt;br /&gt;in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i love you too much to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;last night, i couldnt get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the past msn conversation kept playing back&lt;br /&gt;in my mind and i was very devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked myself, why must i torture myself now&lt;br /&gt;and think about you when our days are over?&lt;br /&gt;when i texted you last night, all you replied was&lt;br /&gt;a 'yea?'. you know how that feels?&lt;br /&gt;i deleted you off msn for like many times.&lt;br /&gt;but still somehow you keep coming back.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart turn soft all over again, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to think about you,&lt;br /&gt;can you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you even miss me when im gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-7575674629568846225?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7575674629568846225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=7575674629568846225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7575674629568846225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7575674629568846225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/sway-bic-runga.html' title='sway - bic runga'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-775080039784871306</id><published>2009-04-28T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:41:56.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bby.'/><title type='text'>Jai ho - Pussycat Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dreams are a series of images, sounds and feelings occurring in the mind during sleep, accompanied with rapid eye movement. Dreams typically last in the range of 5 to 45 minutes. The contents and biological purposes of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of speculation and interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is known as oneirology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;as in the ones where you had in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;will it ever come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the most fantastic dream ever.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. never would i thought i would&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; in my dreams. and it was a very good one too.&lt;br /&gt;does that shows how much i miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;i woke up smiling, which is rare.&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking of it the entire day and&lt;br /&gt;it gave me positive ions thru out my day.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt we kissed and make up.&lt;br /&gt;in real life, we hadnt spoke to each other&lt;br /&gt;since a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe its the fact, that im missing you too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays work was pyscho. i met the most bimbotic person ever!&lt;br /&gt;she made the classic-est joke ever. it was very very dumb!&lt;br /&gt;she has this pretty face but yet, she left her brain in her&lt;br /&gt;toilet bowl, it made everyone laugh when i told them about it.&lt;br /&gt;now when i think back, is she that stupid or what? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bby's enlistment date is nearing. hmm  in 69 days time?&lt;br /&gt;chatted with bby on msn when i got home from work just now.&lt;br /&gt;bby's not excited about getting enlist. whereas im counting&lt;br /&gt;down on the days that im only gonna see him once a week.&lt;br /&gt;dang..! what i hate about bby is that, he hardly shows emotions.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean hardly. he rarely express it and when he smiles,&lt;br /&gt;it takes my beath away. but seeing him smile is totally rare.&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope to spend more time with bby before he enlist.&lt;br /&gt;i'll write a post about him and only him when ive the time (:&lt;br /&gt;i might even put him a sketch of bby's picture for you guys&lt;br /&gt;to raftly see how cuuuuuuuuuttttteeeeeeeeeee he is. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-775080039784871306?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/775080039784871306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=775080039784871306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/775080039784871306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/775080039784871306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/jai-ho-pussycat-dolls.html' title='Jai ho - Pussycat Dolls'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4963644993545409982</id><published>2009-04-27T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:42:32.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair issues'/><title type='text'>Chasing pavements - Adele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SfXjOAE1ijI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pk8EMUfOoCI/s1600-h/ralph_lauren_romance_for_women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SfXjOAE1ijI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pk8EMUfOoCI/s320/ralph_lauren_romance_for_women.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329415563740809778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning world, its fifteen minutes to one am.&lt;br /&gt;and im still up, waiting for my hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;i bought three glitterish nail color&lt;br /&gt;and im so contented. i used up all my allowance&lt;br /&gt;money on nail color, im freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;but thank god, i did get the nail color&lt;br /&gt;else, i wouldnt know that, that store&lt;br /&gt;has a cheaper ralph lauren romance fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;i was very very pleased to hear the price she quoted.&lt;br /&gt;so i told her, to wait for my tenth and im soooo&lt;br /&gt;gonna get that fragrance from her! plus,&lt;br /&gt;eugene is like totally inlove with the fragrance!&lt;br /&gt;just nice, im gonna get that. in time for&lt;br /&gt;our dinner date minus off the bandage on my&lt;br /&gt;soon to be wound. ha! thirteen more days. jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been working my arse off every single day.&lt;br /&gt;it kills boredom but its sooooooooo tiring.&lt;br /&gt;almost as thou im working full time.&lt;br /&gt;and lunch time slot is like uber boring.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when theres nothing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;and im ranting nonsense to anybody who walked past.&lt;br /&gt;but on a better note, i get excited whenever kenny oh&lt;br /&gt;walked past our restaurant to go to the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;those spilt minutes, its life. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next week schedule is as hectic as it is two weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;jeez! i cant wait for surgery so i can take a month leave.&lt;br /&gt;im like so prepared. and im still jobless.&lt;br /&gt;(i think you see this sentence in almost every post)&lt;br /&gt;ive been whining to my colleagues about those companies&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt respond to my resume. sickarse shit heads.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna scream and throw fits on everybody.&lt;br /&gt;you know how depressing it is not to have a proper job?&lt;br /&gt;its like as thou im bumming every single shitty days.&lt;br /&gt;and marvelous, on top of that, my love life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;to think i can even think of my pathetic love life&lt;br /&gt;when i dont have a fucking job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three words to lene : GET A LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URRRRGGGH. anyways, im still thinking what&lt;br /&gt;the hell should i do to my hair. snip it or get something&lt;br /&gt;done. i had mary kate olsen hairstyle in mind. &lt;br /&gt;her hairs like awesome. was thinking of concave too.&lt;br /&gt;but darn, i hate the fact that they are actually gonna&lt;br /&gt;snip it. hurhur. it took me quite awhile to have it long&lt;br /&gt;and appreciate the beauty of long flowy hair(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first one that caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;curly, shimmery. i wish i can have that color too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=mary-kate-olsen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/mary-kate-olsen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome right? &lt;br /&gt;and im tied between this two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=53-mary-kate-and-ashley-olsen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/53-mary-kate-and-ashley-olsen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chopped like on the left,&lt;br /&gt;or straight like on the right.&lt;br /&gt;im not going blond nor brunette.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to be chestnuty or whatever you call that.&lt;br /&gt;but you know, my head will roll the minute&lt;br /&gt;daddy sees my hair color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep those suggestions coming on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;i really really need ya help!&lt;br /&gt;thank you lovely readers.&lt;br /&gt;im soooooooooooo looking forward for wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;cause its my OFF DAY! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4963644993545409982?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4963644993545409982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=4963644993545409982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4963644993545409982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4963644993545409982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-world-its-fifteen-minutes-to.html' title='Chasing pavements - Adele'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SfXjOAE1ijI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Pk8EMUfOoCI/s72-c/ralph_lauren_romance_for_women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8739475257044743805</id><published>2009-04-26T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:31:12.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>hey jude- the Beatles</title><content type='html'>finally it rained today!&lt;br /&gt;after many days of humidity, like geez.&lt;br /&gt;the sun was very unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;scorching mad at noon and super warm at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was alright last night.&lt;br /&gt;wasnt that, judging from the fact&lt;br /&gt;that it was a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;met up with dyy and chilli. &lt;br /&gt;like finally after 3253469362 days.&lt;br /&gt;merely had some fag and just chilling&lt;br /&gt;around. then i head off for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting bored the job im doing now.&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the colleagues are fun but&lt;br /&gt;im sick of doing the same ol' stuff all&lt;br /&gt;over again. its like ...... stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bby is sick. sigh. i bet hes been pushing&lt;br /&gt;himself too hard again. i know, the game &lt;br /&gt;is like end of this year and hes been&lt;br /&gt;practising real hard. bby's for you.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt really know his limit.&lt;br /&gt;i miss bby. ): hope to see him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised ive been such a boring blogger.&lt;br /&gt;its nothing interesting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;to think people actually read this shit?&lt;br /&gt;goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the glitterish grey nail color yesterday&lt;br /&gt;while chilli was getting hers. i wanttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;maybe after surgery, i will start painting&lt;br /&gt;my ten fingers cause i will not be fit for work.&lt;br /&gt;yayness! say hello to silveries cute nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should do something about my hair too.&lt;br /&gt;its like unkept, rapunzel wont be so pleased&lt;br /&gt;to see this. i want to snip it really bad.&lt;br /&gt;like short, really short. but im like half hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; half hearted. or should i just curl it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sidetrack-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres an eye candy in the building im working.&lt;br /&gt;hes a bank teller and hes like smoking hot!&lt;br /&gt;kenny oh! thank god for ocbc sunday banking. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(random i know but, alvin said something about&lt;br /&gt;working on sunday and it hit me. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey Jude by the Beatles is on my itunes right now.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, it reminds me so much of jason. those days&lt;br /&gt;where he sing those to me on the phone cause &lt;br /&gt;it was my phone's ringtone. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how is he now. ):&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, im still thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, what else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still jobless! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that just pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;im off.&lt;br /&gt;have a lovely week ahead, readers.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8739475257044743805?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8739475257044743805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8739475257044743805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8739475257044743805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8739475257044743805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-love-adele.html' title='hey jude- the Beatles'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-5973493387915177140</id><published>2009-04-25T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:08:31.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids zoo and me'/><title type='text'>this is the last time - keane</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;called baylene up&lt;br /&gt;she's in the zoo with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;its really funny about the background sound&lt;br /&gt;how the kids were laughing innocently.&lt;br /&gt;how cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;baylene gona kill me for this.&lt;br /&gt;on another note, prolly you might want to consider&lt;br /&gt;being a teacher. you sound like you're gona eat the kids up&lt;br /&gt;"line up with your parnter.. why are you without a parnter?!?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted that from dyy's blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;she called me during her lunch and heard me&lt;br /&gt;screaming and dissing my angels.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny how she described it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;but i realised, i do sound funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty tiring with those kids.&lt;br /&gt;it was insane. and the scorching sun. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixteen annoying kids plus the scorching sun and smelly zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even thou they are such annoying people,&lt;br /&gt;they are still quite adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;teacher&lt;/i&gt;-ing on top of their lungs,&lt;br /&gt;teacher this, teacher that.&lt;br /&gt;the favourite phrase of yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;teacher, can help me open my sweet?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all sixteen of them. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;and after that tiring trip,&lt;br /&gt;i had to go work.&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i was a workaholic for a day. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classichazard.multiply.com/photos/album/19/24th_April"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(here for pictures!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clinic called yesterday while i was dozing off&lt;br /&gt;on my sofa, they informed me that im scheduled to&lt;br /&gt;go for surgery on the 11th may. so yea,&lt;br /&gt;11th may's the date. i hope to get admitted thou. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so keep me in your prayers, readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im still waiting for response(S) from my&lt;br /&gt;job resume. its like freaking long can. nb.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i miss evan. that fucker already got&lt;br /&gt;a job at Tuas. cb. i miss evan's singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to evan : I WANT GO JAMMING LA, PUSSY! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bby talked to me last night on msn.&lt;br /&gt;after our argument on the day he left my place&lt;br /&gt;the other day. i miss bby ):&lt;br /&gt;hope to see him soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-5973493387915177140?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5973493387915177140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=5973493387915177140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5973493387915177140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5973493387915177140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/called-baylene-up-shes-in-zoo-with-kids.html' title='this is the last time - keane'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-2099625443244649096</id><published>2009-04-22T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:21:39.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yet again another day'/><title type='text'>An jing - Jay chou</title><content type='html'>its a whirlwind now.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why im thinking.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i live in a faze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting bored of life.&lt;br /&gt;i really am.&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-2099625443244649096?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2099625443244649096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=2099625443244649096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2099625443244649096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2099625443244649096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/jing-jay-chou.html' title='An jing - Jay chou'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-6350385752370547117</id><published>2009-04-21T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:34:18.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>almost lover - a fine frenzy</title><content type='html'>its a new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;i hope it will all went well.&lt;br /&gt;and i really pray hard that,&lt;br /&gt;the decision i made wasnt&lt;br /&gt;a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that note,&lt;br /&gt;i forgo my scheduled surgery.&lt;br /&gt;i chickened out. yea,&lt;br /&gt;lene chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the meantime,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy my blog song.&lt;br /&gt;its soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screams : OFF DAY TODAY, WOOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-6350385752370547117?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6350385752370547117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=6350385752370547117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6350385752370547117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6350385752370547117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-lover-fine-frenzy.html' title='almost lover - a fine frenzy'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1660990978143959561</id><published>2009-04-19T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:54:33.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you. me'/><title type='text'>take a bow - rihanna</title><content type='html'>its like almost impossible to love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lump grew again.and its hurting me&lt;br /&gt;really bad. it sucks to go thru this&lt;br /&gt;all over again. but its different this &lt;br /&gt;time, not having you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember those days, where you reminded&lt;br /&gt;me to for the change of dressing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i was too lazy cause it was so far away.&lt;br /&gt;but you made that effort to get me out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;get my arse off and get my dressing changed.&lt;br /&gt;those were the days that i really felt that&lt;br /&gt;you actually care. under those cold hearted&lt;br /&gt;you, you do care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised, maybe only when im sick,&lt;br /&gt;you will start to show more concern.&lt;br /&gt;were you really afraid if i didnt make it?&lt;br /&gt;its like, i like the way you treated me when im &lt;br /&gt;sick and i never want to be well again cause&lt;br /&gt;im enjoying the lovely treatment you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant decieve you further, you went back&lt;br /&gt;to your cold heart moves and all thats left&lt;br /&gt;was those sweet memories that i'll never &lt;br /&gt;ever forget. now im sick again, i wished you&lt;br /&gt;do the things you do all over again.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt so. you have moved on. &lt;br /&gt;away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday on my way to work, i start to think.&lt;br /&gt;i need a change in life. something, somehow or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i just need a change. for the better. something&lt;br /&gt;for some people to go 'wow'.&lt;br /&gt;i have to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know where to start, ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1660990978143959561?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1660990978143959561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1660990978143959561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1660990978143959561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1660990978143959561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-like-almost-impossible-to-love.html' title='take a bow - rihanna'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8655637301399055880</id><published>2009-04-18T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:54:25.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>littlest thing - lily allen</title><content type='html'>im feeling not so me now.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been feeling really weird of late.&lt;br /&gt;keep stuffs to myself, getting really bad mood &lt;br /&gt;swings. just feel like screaming my lungs out&lt;br /&gt;to people i detest in sight. having emotional&lt;br /&gt;breakdown especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts being in this phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy people who have loads of friends.&lt;br /&gt;i dont. im a boring tart. ive no fond memories&lt;br /&gt;of my secondary school life either. i think&lt;br /&gt;they suck the most. those hatred still buries&lt;br /&gt;deep in me. where trust is a huge issue&lt;br /&gt;at that point of time, but people still&lt;br /&gt;chose to betray you and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i believe that &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; might already&lt;br /&gt;moved on. it irks me seeing her, so carefree&lt;br /&gt;as thou she doesnt have that heart. someone&lt;br /&gt;i hate to the max now. its like, youre in the wrong,&lt;br /&gt;you dont feel guilty at all, youre just inhuman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside. im feeling the pain, two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;its coming back, that stupid lump.&lt;br /&gt;sigh and my groaning falls on deaf ear.&lt;br /&gt;if ive the cash right now, i would have go to &lt;br /&gt;the doctors, the thing is now, my mom's ignoring&lt;br /&gt;my pain. sometimes, my family are just arses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so unwanted. feeling all the pain by myself&lt;br /&gt;where like nobody actually cares. it sucks. and when&lt;br /&gt;youre family doesnt give a shit about it, you wished your&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend could do something. BOYFRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;my arse. see, this is the reason why,&lt;br /&gt;i always wish im attached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired, i just ferel like crying my hearts out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8655637301399055880?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8655637301399055880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8655637301399055880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8655637301399055880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8655637301399055880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-feeling-pain-again.html' title='littlest thing - lily allen'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4175985363504542005</id><published>2009-04-16T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:52:23.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bby'/><title type='text'>sway - bic runga</title><content type='html'>bby just left my place. (:&lt;br /&gt;eighty one more days to bby's enlistment date. sigh&lt;br /&gt;had small talks about our lives. some nonsensical stuffs too.&lt;br /&gt;i think i hid my emotions pretty well cause i didnt want to show&lt;br /&gt;him that im sad that hes gonna get enlist. i know its just national service&lt;br /&gt;but im like afraid he wont have time for me anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bby kinda make some heartbreaking remarks,&lt;br /&gt;i shant say it here. just feeling a little heatbreaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall elaborate my relationship with bby when&lt;br /&gt;ive the time. im soooooo happy to see him today.&lt;br /&gt;im missing him already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall update later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4175985363504542005?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1368670842768345192</id><published>2009-04-15T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:51:38.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited.'/><title type='text'>vida la vida - coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;34 hours more till i get to see my bby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1368670842768345192?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1368670842768345192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1368670842768345192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1368670842768345192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1368670842768345192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/34-hours-more-till-i-get-to-see-my-bby.html' title='vida la vida - coldplay'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-6775829134903378417</id><published>2009-04-14T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:53:29.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>still - jennifer lopez</title><content type='html'>today, i wished for something big to happen.&lt;br /&gt;just like everyday, it didnt. how disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;my cellphone has officially stop ringing cause no one&lt;br /&gt;would text me except for dear dyy to call me almost&lt;br /&gt;everyday without fail. and after that, it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;how pathetic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am a pathetic person, hoping for love&lt;br /&gt;to sweep me off my feet but the more i wanted it,&lt;br /&gt;the more i hoped for it, nothing seems to come out of&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing. it annoys me really bad and it trigger&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful hormones every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im depressed being single.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of it. really.&lt;br /&gt;why couldnt anyone understand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like every post, i complain about my boring&lt;br /&gt;singlehood life and it annoys me really bad.&lt;br /&gt;no juicy news, nothing. i need colors in life.&lt;br /&gt;im bored to my skull.&lt;br /&gt;god, please send me a guy&lt;br /&gt;who wont break my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-6775829134903378417?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6775829134903378417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=6775829134903378417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6775829134903378417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6775829134903378417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-wished-for-something-big-to.html' title='still - jennifer lopez'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-2914249915504894564</id><published>2009-04-12T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:54:01.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when youre gone'/><title type='text'>when youre gone - the cranberries</title><content type='html'>Hold on to love,&lt;br /&gt;that is what I do&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found you&lt;br /&gt;And from above,everything's stinking&lt;br /&gt;When they're not around you&lt;br /&gt;And in the night, I could be helpless&lt;br /&gt;I could be lonely,sleeping without you&lt;br /&gt;And in the day,everything's complex&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing simple,when I'm not around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;That is what I do, Hey Baby&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;That is what I knew, hey, Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to my hands&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm sinking, sinking without you&lt;br /&gt;And to my mind, everything's stinking&lt;br /&gt;Stinking without you&lt;br /&gt;And in the night,I could be helpless&lt;br /&gt;I could be lonely,sleeping without you&lt;br /&gt;And in the day,everything's complex&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing simple,when I'm not around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;That is what I do, hey, Baby&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to carry on&lt;br /&gt;That is what I do, hey, Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-2914249915504894564?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2914249915504894564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=2914249915504894564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2914249915504894564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2914249915504894564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-on-to-love-that-is-what-i-do-now.html' title='when youre gone - the cranberries'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8402077742780355160</id><published>2009-04-11T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:24:08.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eugene'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9wdsPHEdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rXNvkQRkKUI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323096939968270802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9wdsPHEdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rXNvkQRkKUI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i looked at this picture, i really wonder whats this little girl is praying for.&lt;br /&gt;just like her, i pray to god almost everyday too. thou im not that religious,&lt;br /&gt;i do talk to god in my way. i felt more closer talking to him when im lying down,&lt;br /&gt;when im alone in my room and it feels safer that way, cause my mom wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;really allow me to do that, she insisted that my prayers will be answered if&lt;br /&gt;i do the five times a day routine. but i believe if im sincere about it, any way&lt;br /&gt;should be okay, im sure god understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, me and eugene sorta made up. not the kiss and made up kind.&lt;br /&gt;still at each other's throat and yea, our dinner date is still on.&lt;br /&gt;going out with him is very nerve wrecking. ive to carefully decide what to wear,&lt;br /&gt;what to say, what to do and stuffs like that. cause im so afraid, it might&lt;br /&gt;jeopardize any chances i have to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mostly after the date, i would trained back, with tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;partly because the date is over and regret what i shouldnt have done/say.&lt;br /&gt;thats always the case. sigh. out of five times we went out after we broke up,&lt;br /&gt;three times, he texted me first, thanking me for the date. which to me, is&lt;br /&gt;a huge deal. its like, he texted me first, he must have enjoy the day out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im wondering, why must i act/pretend to be someone im not when im with him?&lt;br /&gt;was it because im too cautious over every single thing and trying my very best to please him?&lt;br /&gt;i thought love doesnt work that way. trying to please, pretending and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i really ponder what i feel for him, is it really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant answer that. i thought loves not supposed to make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;love doesnt constraint you from being yourself? but why am i acting/pretending&lt;br /&gt;all this while? is he really someone ive always wanted and not the one i needed?&lt;br /&gt;as in, hes a dream man, chasing after some illusions to be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;but nothings perfect. dream man, dream guy, dream date.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be a faux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate having this little doubts in me. im still searching for the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;but i clearly know, only i, baylene has the answer to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8402077742780355160?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8402077742780355160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8402077742780355160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8402077742780355160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8402077742780355160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-looked-at-this-picture-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9wdsPHEdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rXNvkQRkKUI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1677179598831534487</id><published>2009-04-10T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:09:02.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes mania'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uXw8aiII/AAAAAAAAAGc/ioPtlCbJtV4/s1600-h/flat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094639129561218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uXw8aiII/AAAAAAAAAGc/ioPtlCbJtV4/s320/flat3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uX6PAlmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/521tySF8uGc/s1600-h/boots5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094641623471714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uX6PAlmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/521tySF8uGc/s320/boots5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uXi6MeNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PY_mBPblY0I/s1600-h/boot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094635362154706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uXi6MeNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PY_mBPblY0I/s320/boot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uXaQe0iI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IBt-95kQi7E/s1600-h/flat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323094633039712802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uXaQe0iI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IBt-95kQi7E/s320/flat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;look! look what i found! *jumps around like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arent these pretty lovely? like zooooooomg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these pretty thangs really cheered me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling very hopeful that the spree is still onnnnnn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fingers crossed.&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/36014765-1677179598831534487?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1677179598831534487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1677179598831534487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1677179598831534487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1677179598831534487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-look-what-i-found-jumps-around.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sd9uXw8aiII/AAAAAAAAAGc/ioPtlCbJtV4/s72-c/flat3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4589224180244748520</id><published>2009-04-09T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:54:45.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;dear god,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;three years ago when you present my life with eugene,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thank you for giving me the best present in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was indeed someone special, someone so dear to the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thou he didnt love me at all, i tried hard and made the days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with him the best in my entire life. theres nothing more i could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever ask for. i was contented with what you gave me even thou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you forgot to attach him with some feelings for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those two years were the best, the best one could ever have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thou he laid a condition that we were to break by year end,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought i could do something to make him stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was naive. seriously i was. did you remember that i keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on praying to you to make him stay and have a change of heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were you even listening to me,god? were you?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no you didnt, then i realised i dont get you at all, god.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what were you trying to show me?you lead me to him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet you made him drift away from me. how could you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what were your plans for me? every night, i asked you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;along with the prayers for eugene but you chose to let me on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it kept me hanging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could you do this to me,god? why are you provoking me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its almost two years now that i still didnt get any answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from you. pardon me for hating you for a period of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just dont get it. i questioned myself yet again and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sure there must be a reason for you to lead him to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but why am i still unclear of your motive now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but somehow, i figured out that he is everything i used to want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a dream and everybody knows dreams are all illusions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please god, make the next guy a better one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s im still not okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4589224180244748520?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4589224180244748520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=4589224180244748520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4589224180244748520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4589224180244748520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/loving-you-was-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-6637015201662085461</id><published>2009-04-06T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:48:52.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrist-less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;with a bunch of brother's friends.&lt;br /&gt;it was pouring the minute we got there so hung out,&lt;br /&gt;kicked some balls, played card games and just waiting for&lt;br /&gt;the rain to stop which eventually it did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water was perfect! except for the seaweeds and shits.&lt;br /&gt;not that shits la but like junk in the sea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eeew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wont say its bad but compared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;redang&lt;/span&gt; and those&lt;br /&gt;really beautiful beaches in the world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; is like&lt;br /&gt;ranked last in my list. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! but its true.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of that slimy texture on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;its like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zomg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hunks today except for this dude at cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt; mar.&lt;br /&gt;practically a walking canvas. almost whole body tattooed.&lt;br /&gt;awesome right? my kind of guy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. besides that, nays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wannabeeeeeeeees&lt;/span&gt; and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wannnnnnabeessss&lt;/span&gt;. kids that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; have the skinny/tattooed body. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sadded&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bruised while playing rugby in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;torn fleshes and patches found in each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;rough sand against our skins feels like scrapping yourself on sandpaper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tsktsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but we being morons, carried on with the game despite the pain&lt;br /&gt;and the results were shown right after we washed up.&lt;br /&gt;poor us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[took tons of pictures. shall be up soon once i receive it!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinnered at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt;. trained back. =.=&lt;br /&gt;am very beat. very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shagg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the sunset over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; just now.&lt;br /&gt;it was very very breathtaking. orange rays swept&lt;br /&gt;over the sky. i wished i had &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;next to me while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; hugging me. it has always been a dream to see the&lt;br /&gt;sunset with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sighh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me out of the blue. taken by surprise,&lt;br /&gt;my food taste awfully good. really. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; expect &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to text me and stuffs knowing &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re busy with your exams.&lt;br /&gt;yet &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; took the time out to text me. how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;when we were together, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; hardly act like that.&lt;br /&gt;does that mean, my long awaited hope is coming true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second thought, nays. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; hope too much&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re in the picture. (:&lt;br /&gt;ya know, its less hurtful this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nevertherless&lt;/span&gt;. i still love &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dumbdumb&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(its cute that how &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; made me say it again and again&lt;br /&gt;but you had no reaction to it. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;this year, is our third year together.&lt;br /&gt;not in status kind but ya know, that &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt; kinda together. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sprained my wrist. struggling with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;its like fucked up, twisted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;shitarse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hurts like hell and its like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;blardy&lt;/span&gt; useless now.&lt;br /&gt;i hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; comes faster, i badly need to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the rest of the week readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-6637015201662085461?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6637015201662085461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=6637015201662085461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6637015201662085461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6637015201662085461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentosa-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8827846569798411721</id><published>2009-04-04T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:18:14.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really sick and tired of falling in and out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period. its like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crapp&lt;/span&gt;. shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;and why does it have to be like&lt;br /&gt;all the frigging time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; always wanted a partner. to share my days with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; it be nice to have someone you really like&lt;br /&gt;to be with you, hanging out, doing stuffs together and everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; missing all those. its been a while now, since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;ever since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eugene&lt;/span&gt; left me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been dating. but nothing comes out&lt;br /&gt;of it. its heartbreaks after heartbreaks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;netherless&lt;/span&gt; i got really sick&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; cherish myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt weird most times, each time after the heartbreak,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; unable&lt;br /&gt;to compose myself again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; start fretting about it, having loads of&lt;br /&gt;weird thoughts in my brain and the next minute, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing or who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always tells me that my right man will eventually come.&lt;br /&gt;someday, not today, not tomorrow but they said someday.&lt;br /&gt;but why someday? does that mean, hes never gonna come?&lt;br /&gt;i still remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;leeanne&lt;/span&gt; telling me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; go around looking for love,&lt;br /&gt;then, love will come for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been telling myself that of late. it works in a small part thou.&lt;br /&gt;but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been waiting and waiting and waiting but nothing comes out&lt;br /&gt;of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know of people who are single and enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;no commitments, no string attached fuck partners and just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i used to enjoy it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. the freedom, the i-can-date-many-guys-at-a-time period, the multiple dates i can go on. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sick of all those, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want something, i want somebody to love me.&lt;br /&gt;most people will think, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; desperate for love.&lt;br /&gt;well, i just let people think whatever they wanna think.&lt;br /&gt;but i got to say that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not desperate for love.&lt;br /&gt;i yearn for one and its been a long time since i had someone&lt;br /&gt;by my side to cheer me on and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate seeing couple on streets or even dining in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;i asked myself, whens the last time, i went to a particular restaurant&lt;br /&gt;over and over again with the same guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy people with good looking partner or just purely in love.&lt;br /&gt;like how they can have dinner and talk about everything,&lt;br /&gt;then making plans of where to go after dinner and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;the last time, i had that was ages ago, and yes, with the same guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant anyone understand that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sick of being single?&lt;br /&gt;i know being single is a good thing but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self : your time will come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lene&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;inner self says : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt; right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8827846569798411721?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8827846569798411721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8827846569798411721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8827846569798411721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8827846569798411721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-im-really-sick-and-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-6163340228696900522</id><published>2009-04-03T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:12:19.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when you opened up to me about your ex girlf.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to feel. you should know that ive a thing&lt;br /&gt;for you yet you talk about her as thou shes the world.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. i fucking hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what am i?&lt;br /&gt;a fucking replacement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i cant explain how i feel towards you now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its better to remain single and unwanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-6163340228696900522?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6163340228696900522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=6163340228696900522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6163340228696900522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6163340228696900522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-opened-up-to-me-about-your-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1453046422043276617</id><published>2009-04-02T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:54:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things in my brain these days.&lt;br /&gt;and im totally wrecked. ive been like losing track&lt;br /&gt;of my days, time and the stuffs that happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im getting old already. geee, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been making me really occupied.&lt;br /&gt;so yayness to many moolahs this coming 10th!&lt;br /&gt;apart from the emo shits i faced mostly when the moon&lt;br /&gt;comes out, im doing great. very fine indeed, thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, my results came out. a little disappointed&lt;br /&gt;cause it wasnt what i expected. i didnt expect to get like&lt;br /&gt;straight A's/perfect four GPA. i was like hoping to get&lt;br /&gt;something like 1.8 or two. but i didnt even hit 1.8.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like a little disappointed. no room for regrets cause&lt;br /&gt;its all over now. nothing can be done. i checked my results&lt;br /&gt;this morning and ive been pondering about a zillion things ever&lt;br /&gt;since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work as normal. kept myself busy as i wont think about it.&lt;br /&gt;im so not into adulthood just yet. really. its like too fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;so i ponder about what im gonna do next, thinking about life,&lt;br /&gt;and just add in the usual 'what-ifs'. it gives me jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i texted dyy about the job she got me. telling her my results&lt;br /&gt;wasnt that good and all. so yea. pending. ive yet to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it, ive been on earth for almost twenty one years.&lt;br /&gt;geee. that long? and im starting to feel the impact. gaaaaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1453046422043276617?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1453046422043276617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1453046422043276617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1453046422043276617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1453046422043276617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-many-things-in-my-brain-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-7814787315398017134</id><published>2009-03-30T04:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:39:35.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you. another set of story.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wished to know how you feel towards me.&lt;br /&gt;but most of the times, i dont wished to know cause&lt;br /&gt;the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i prolonged the matter,&lt;br /&gt;the more i think about it,&lt;br /&gt;the clueless i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, things are better when you dont really&lt;br /&gt;think of it. but how? how can one be so ignorant&lt;br /&gt;about this kinda thing when all i have to be&lt;br /&gt;is to take it easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've silently prayed for you.&lt;br /&gt;but god chose not to answer me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame him for it.&lt;br /&gt;cause maybe he has other plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;without you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really hard for us to get together?&lt;br /&gt;like which part did we clash?&lt;br /&gt;if only things were easy for me and the heart.&lt;br /&gt;if only i can see you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;if only , if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that im falling for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-7814787315398017134?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7814787315398017134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=7814787315398017134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7814787315398017134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7814787315398017134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-wished-to-know-how-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8179677607780454314</id><published>2009-03-24T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:25:00.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore sentosa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, im declared black.&lt;br /&gt;im red as a lobster and im swore that&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna do sentosa two days straight!&lt;br /&gt;its insane. fucking insane to be like&lt;br /&gt;going to the beach two freaking days in a row. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/IMG_2220.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;on monday with&lt;a href="http://classichazard.multiply.com/photos/album/17/23rd_March/"&gt; cousin lizzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=P24-03-09_1456.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/P24-03-09_1456.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;and today with&lt;a href="http://classichazard.multiply.com/photos/album/18/24th_March/"&gt; girlfs!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hectic. weather was faboulous on the day i went out&lt;br /&gt;with cousin lizzy, we were like fucking roasting ourself&lt;br /&gt;over at sentosa and now, im like in pain due to the &lt;br /&gt;sorching sun. all hail lene! grrrr. im like suffering now can.&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my phone for like an hour yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;me is sad. i is panic. scared scared. &lt;br /&gt;cousin lizzy was sucha sweetheart, she waited with me till&lt;br /&gt;the cab driver return me phone. waaaah, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;this driver damn baik one you know. he honest. he even drove&lt;br /&gt;all the way back to where he dropped us and returned it back to me&lt;br /&gt;i is loving the cab driver, mar ah soh. thats the dude's name.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i owe him big time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cousin lizzy!&lt;br /&gt;shes black now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for today, i went to sentosa again with girlfs!&lt;br /&gt;with betty and callie. the suns not that hot today.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooooo lovely la the weather. chatted and went into&lt;br /&gt;the water which have many many seaweed. super er xin le.&lt;br /&gt;overall, i had funnnnnnnnnnnnnn. cant wait to meet them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired, i'll blog again soon!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the pictures (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8179677607780454314?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8179677607780454314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8179677607780454314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8179677607780454314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8179677607780454314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-im-declared-black.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-6263874866268513417</id><published>2009-03-22T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:01:17.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicky.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=P220309_175701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/P220309_175701.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; more in &lt;a href="http://classichazard.multiply.com/photos/album/15/22nd_March/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out nicky after like soooooooooo long i didnt see her.&lt;br /&gt;so many rantings, so many gossipings and everything.&lt;br /&gt;it was like sooooooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;we had loads of food and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;with her around, i will never get bored talking.&lt;br /&gt;for her age, shes pretty matured about life. which is good.&lt;br /&gt;someone i can totally relate too. nickys sucha sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to meet her again.&lt;br /&gt;well, she got to rush off to meet her tuition teacher,&lt;br /&gt;so i figured i should dropp by my brothers place to see&lt;br /&gt;my new niece. small alienic human bean. so tinnnnnny. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izyan khairunnisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name so complex can. zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;im missing nicky already ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-6263874866268513417?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6263874866268513417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=6263874866268513417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6263874866268513417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6263874866268513417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8577939418910243419</id><published>2009-03-22T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:14:26.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/DSC06256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://classichazard.multiply.com/photos/album/14/20th_March/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night with the boys were pretty much fun.&lt;br /&gt;thou there were tense among the two races or&lt;br /&gt;whatever they call it. i mingled with each&lt;br /&gt;one of them, from boy's friend to another friend.&lt;br /&gt;to people i never talk before in school&lt;br /&gt;became a friend overnight. and this includes&lt;br /&gt;their girlfriends too. so, my circle of hi-bye friends&lt;br /&gt;are like booming already, yay! ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just hung out and talk cause food were gone&lt;br /&gt;by around midnight. like yea, talked thru out the night&lt;br /&gt;and theres jake entertaining us with this super&lt;br /&gt;stupid antics. smoke the night away. had loads of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;i had raw stuff. omg. its like very very eeew.&lt;br /&gt;but i managed, just a little tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRENNAN FIXED MY MSN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ME LOVE LOVE BRENNAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OWE YOU BIG BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach dates with cousin lizzy and girlfs next week.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait. and and and, im meeting nicky later! weeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8577939418910243419?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8577939418910243419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8577939418910243419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8577939418910243419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8577939418910243419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-in-here-night-with-boys-were.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-5463753878052722943</id><published>2009-03-20T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:56:50.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its finally the friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just dropping in to say a quick hello.&lt;br /&gt;and have a faboulous weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be away over at ecp.&lt;br /&gt;theres this some boys bbq gathering&lt;br /&gt;cum drink session which i have to be there! &lt;br /&gt;haha! so to those you are reading&lt;br /&gt;and feeling reaaaaaaaallly bored,&lt;br /&gt;drop by ecp and say hello to me! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming week's gonna be a busy week for me too!&lt;br /&gt;sentosa on monday and tuesday with different sets of&lt;br /&gt;human beans. (yes, im insane, like that).&lt;br /&gt;my sunday with nicole. its been awhile nicky! imysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pictures will be in(hopefully) by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;evening. so in the mean time, enjoy the weekend&lt;br /&gt;and the lovely weather earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-5463753878052722943?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/5463753878052722943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=5463753878052722943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5463753878052722943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/5463753878052722943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-finally-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-2842916356628998475</id><published>2009-03-19T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:53:09.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slept at four this morning. &lt;br /&gt;still feeling a little tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;woke up in time in order not to miss&lt;br /&gt;my jon and kate plus eight episodes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised ive not much friends.&lt;br /&gt;even if i do. its only like a couple.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, i felt as thou im a loner.&lt;br /&gt;cause, most of my friends, or should i say&lt;br /&gt;the friends i hang out with (not talking the occasionally ones)&lt;br /&gt;are attached. the only friend i can rely on is,&lt;br /&gt;my brother. hes my bestfriend, my listener&lt;br /&gt;and everything. but he told me in order to &lt;br /&gt;make my life easier to move on, is to spend time&lt;br /&gt;with my friends. then i realised ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what friends? i dont have any"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do la, but as i said, they have their&lt;br /&gt;cirle of friends. im not the type that has many&lt;br /&gt;zillion friends cause i sucks at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;people do come and go. people tend to forget people.&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame them cause we are all humans.&lt;br /&gt;thats how humans works i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres huge differences between the single&lt;br /&gt;and the attached. the single tends to feel left out&lt;br /&gt;cause the attached will always have their partners&lt;br /&gt;despite any shit. and the sad part, im always the&lt;br /&gt;single. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, maybe most times or should i say,&lt;br /&gt;i think im better off on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to brother :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats on getting accepted for laselle.&lt;br /&gt;do us proud. cause mommy and pops lost&lt;br /&gt;their hopes in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-2842916356628998475?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2842916356628998475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=2842916356628998475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2842916356628998475'/><link rel='self' 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style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hOu-qZa5Tp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hOu-qZa5Tp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should really listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;i&gt;fuck you, fuck you very very much..&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive not been okay, as some of you may know.&lt;br /&gt;a little cranky and being sucha loser these days.&lt;br /&gt;works alright. thats the only thing that managed to&lt;br /&gt;help me to take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been really exhausted. so much going thru my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to think of you. neither do i wish to talk to &lt;br /&gt;you ever again. but will i be able to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class gatherings this friday!&lt;br /&gt;zomg, cant wait to see my boys and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, im gonna be like busy. &lt;br /&gt;busy busy week. cant wait to watch my japanese&lt;br /&gt;boy to perform for his baybeats final audition!&lt;br /&gt;nay, actually, i just wanna see his tiny eyes.&lt;br /&gt;confirm sexy hor! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like so hooked up on this reality tellie show.&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/jon-and-kate/jon-and-kate.html/"&gt; jon and kate plus eight.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about a couple, who had a pair of twins&lt;br /&gt;and two sets of triplets. awesome aye?&lt;br /&gt;their kids are like so freaking adorable.&lt;br /&gt;like so many of them. watching the kids,&lt;br /&gt;seeing kate go insane and jon ever so relax&lt;br /&gt;is sucha a good show. haha,you should&lt;br /&gt;catch it thats if you have cable at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, heres a little preview :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyqWAF77EEc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oyqWAF77EEc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this episodes about kate bringing her two sets triplets&lt;br /&gt;to the dentist. they are all so adorableeeeeeeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want kids.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i wanna share.&lt;br /&gt;blog in finer detail soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, lene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-6974578626587346535?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6974578626587346535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=6974578626587346535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6974578626587346535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6974578626587346535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-3958770569732439290</id><published>2009-03-17T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:11:41.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ive lost.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sb9NAZufmoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KMc3QruZ4ZQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314050754621708930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sb9NAZufmoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KMc3QruZ4ZQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried the entire night cause i cant fucking let go.&lt;br /&gt;and he is the problem to everything. no, i invited my&lt;br /&gt;own problem just like evan said. no, i cant forget. its&lt;br /&gt;so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried. i seriously did. now im losing it,&lt;br /&gt;my angers insane, my minds screwed up and everthing&lt;br /&gt;are just so fucked. i just wanna coop up in my room&lt;br /&gt;not facing anybody and get really bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so wish to talk it out, i am pretty upset with everything.&lt;br /&gt;he'd just ruin everything for me. i dont get it why the fuck&lt;br /&gt;did i let him intrude me again when the solution is like&lt;br /&gt;so fucking simple is as to forget or simply ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant ignore him. i cant. i just simply cant.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why he has loads of impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;ive been really afraid of myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wish to talk to anyone about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go back to my original self.&lt;br /&gt;i took very hard effort to stay away from&lt;br /&gt;getting suicide thoughts. im scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-3958770569732439290?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3958770569732439290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=3958770569732439290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/3958770569732439290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/3958770569732439290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-totally-losing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sb9NAZufmoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KMc3QruZ4ZQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4779571832458700766</id><published>2009-03-16T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:01:58.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants. just rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you like, you know, like someone&lt;br /&gt;and turned yourself into a complete psycho?&lt;br /&gt;like being on your toes all the freaking time&lt;br /&gt;trying to win that particulars heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i think i just did.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so you see, im totally into this particular&lt;br /&gt;guy.its been going on for months now. things wasnt so&lt;br /&gt;good after some circumstances and i admit, i did&lt;br /&gt;put in a little too much effort in trying to make him&lt;br /&gt;feel hes god(or whatever). till, last night,&lt;br /&gt;he snapped at me and it kept me thinking(and crying)&lt;br /&gt;of why am i trying so hard to win his heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought if you would were to love someone,&lt;br /&gt;it all comes in a flow. yea, like a flowchart i learnt&lt;br /&gt;in school. but the fact is now that, im freaking off the&lt;br /&gt;flow chart. i tried harder than im supposed to and&lt;br /&gt;its scary him away and now he thinks im a complete dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, sometimes, people do get crazy&lt;br /&gt;for love. and i think i am one. my brother said&lt;br /&gt;something insane to me which feels like words&lt;br /&gt;with spikes with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried the whole bed last night when he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"isnt it obvious that we cant get along?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he said that, he reminds me so much&lt;br /&gt;of eugene. cause he seems like another eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4779571832458700766?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4779571832458700766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=4779571832458700766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4779571832458700766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4779571832458700766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmmm-have-you-like-you-know-like.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8889132421759489390</id><published>2009-03-15T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:33:07.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andersen&apos;s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sb4o9nNzY3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yAmiqajiRE8/s1600-h/P150309_20.49-pola02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/Sb4o9nNzY3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yAmiqajiRE8/s320/P150309_20.49-pola02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313729649307771762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(&lt;a href="http://classichazard.multiply.com/photos/album/13/15th_March"&gt;Andersen's day out&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you my new love is andersen's macadamia nut ice cream? &lt;br /&gt;hehx. love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8889132421759489390?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8889132421759489390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8889132421759489390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-26946699693932140</id><published>2009-03-15T10:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:38:21.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1035hr'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SbxlxViB6UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i0WhPW1MtVo/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313233558658214210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SbxlxViB6UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i0WhPW1MtVo/s320/top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SbxlxEELy1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/efDplpLM3JM/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313233553969630034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SbxlxEELy1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/efDplpLM3JM/s320/340x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden urge to ogle at &lt;a href="http://nakata.net"/&gt;Hidetoshi Nakata&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im like so obsess about him ar, if i ever see him, im gonna bang him&lt;br /&gt;and have his baby(ies). hahahahahahahahahaha. *drools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la, THAT is like totally random can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my first day back to work. &lt;br /&gt;everything seems normal. yea, very normal.&lt;br /&gt;no crowd (except for like 1930hr-2000hr). that is normal too.&lt;br /&gt;ended quite early yesterday. closing was darn fast. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i still cant forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have asked you that day. &lt;br /&gt;when that day you thank me for being&lt;br /&gt;concern over you, i was really really happy.&lt;br /&gt;then you got to bring me down again.&lt;br /&gt;nutball. im sucha nutball.&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyy's coming back today!&lt;br /&gt;im so random. blanked out.&lt;br /&gt;gotta run. works at 1200hr.&lt;br /&gt;laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-26946699693932140?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/26946699693932140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=26946699693932140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/26946699693932140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/26946699693932140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SbxlxViB6UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i0WhPW1MtVo/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-3486882750184037156</id><published>2009-03-14T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:27:54.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new family member'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elf'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up due to the buzzing sound of my phone,&lt;br /&gt;some text came in at about ten plus when i was&lt;br /&gt;sleeping. so i look at the screen, still in daze&lt;br /&gt;and this is what it says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lene, sister in law give birth&lt;br /&gt;to a baby girl this morning at&lt;br /&gt;3.23am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, what the fuck, 3.23am.&lt;br /&gt;the kid must be too darn excited to&lt;br /&gt;come out and rock the world. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, welcome on board to the&lt;br /&gt;family, baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive yet to make a trip down,&lt;br /&gt;to find out how she look like and&lt;br /&gt;get her name. i hope its something nice.&lt;br /&gt;i trust my brother. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like so reluctant to make a trip down.&lt;br /&gt;the suns blaring and work starts at 6 later.&lt;br /&gt;my brother who is being such an arse,&lt;br /&gt;is lazy to accompany me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;whats up with him? hes practically dragging&lt;br /&gt;his entire face all around the house la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al texted me last night. he said he couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so i asked him why, he said he cannot forget about&lt;br /&gt;the ex girlfriend. its been almost two years already&lt;br /&gt;that she left him. he is still moaning over it &lt;br /&gt;and now shes already attached to some other guy.&lt;br /&gt;Al told me the last time i saw him. i really&lt;br /&gt;dont know how to make him move on. it hurts&lt;br /&gt;seeing him like that. as a friend, i want to &lt;br /&gt;like you know, try my best to coax them or whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, im meeting him next week for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;he said he will be available. so yea,&lt;br /&gt;im gonna give Al a very big hug and make&lt;br /&gt;sure hes alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last week, before my papers, i was&lt;br /&gt;on the way home in the bus. watching the&lt;br /&gt;news on tv mobile and one news made me sit&lt;br /&gt;upright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere around the world, they start &lt;br /&gt;believing in trolls, elfs and pixies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they claimed some kid in the state actually&lt;br /&gt;saw them moving around, dancing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it gives me the jitters but since young&lt;br /&gt;im like totally into elfs cause i keep seeing&lt;br /&gt;them on tellie and i remember i told mommy&lt;br /&gt;that i want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can you like imagine, that one fine day&lt;br /&gt;you are walking down the street eating&lt;br /&gt;some nice creamy doughnut and when suddenly &lt;br /&gt;some tug your pants. when you look down,&lt;br /&gt;you saw the tiniest stuff you ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you freak out or would you &lt;br /&gt;give them some of your doughnut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt manage to find a picture&lt;br /&gt;of a real elf thou. all look so&lt;br /&gt;photoshop =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back for more, alright.&lt;br /&gt;i think im really gonna make&lt;br /&gt;a trip down to the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-3486882750184037156?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/3486882750184037156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=3486882750184037156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/3486882750184037156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/3486882750184037156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-woke-up-due-to-buzzing-sound-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1800119072387151548</id><published>2009-03-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:12:42.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0039hr'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SbqG6eklUFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/acprJUJGzLY/s1600-h/DSC06215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312707049633960018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SbqG6eklUFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/acprJUJGzLY/s320/DSC06215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;more on &lt;a href="http://classichazard.multiply.com/"&gt;ClassicHazard&lt;/a&gt;in the 13th March album&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out and about with &lt;a href="http://ivegotafatcheek.livejournal.com/"&gt;the brother&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of need to spend the lovely day outside.&lt;br /&gt;even thou it was drizzling when i left my place,&lt;br /&gt;the weather got a little heaty when i reached bugis.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch and dinner outside. (yea, ive start to eat again).&lt;br /&gt;so carefree and nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;unlike sitting at home, facing four violet walls,&lt;br /&gt;drives me insane. the thoughts, morbid useless ones,&lt;br /&gt;will keep invading my mind and i will go into emo&lt;br /&gt;state and its bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eddie left for brunei today. away from a year,&lt;br /&gt;nothing from him. i didnt text him thou.&lt;br /&gt;cause i know i wont be getting any reply from him.&lt;br /&gt;so fuck it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to eddie: enjoy your brunei days then!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had something like, you know whats the&lt;br /&gt;outcome of the whole thing but you,being the stubborn one&lt;br /&gt;still even bother to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do. i knew hes gonna reject me flat in the face&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i still go ahead and asked. now im in&lt;br /&gt;shitty state and ive no one to blame except for myself.&lt;br /&gt;you know, its like tryin out your luck but somehow&lt;br /&gt;you know that youre gonna lose it. but still,&lt;br /&gt;something, just that tiny something thought&lt;br /&gt;that it could be this teeny weeny chance breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was wrong..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, im all shitty and i wished i hadnt do it.&lt;br /&gt;too late, i think im gonna mold for the next one week.&lt;br /&gt;eugene dropped by for a while just now.&lt;br /&gt;to say hello. but i left cause hes showing me tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look eugene,&lt;br /&gt;i want to worth something to you.&lt;br /&gt;so stop treating me like dirt.&lt;br /&gt;you dont want me, you chucked me one side.&lt;br /&gt;when you need me, youre all over me.&lt;br /&gt;please. make me feel that im something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im resuming work later.&lt;br /&gt;not happy nor sad.&lt;br /&gt;just lost. suddenly i find&lt;br /&gt;my life is so normal.&lt;br /&gt;i wish something big will happen&lt;br /&gt;in times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyy's coming back! i miss her so blardy much.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s&lt;/b&gt; i finally settled down with multiply for my&lt;br /&gt;photo journal. flickrs too hard on me. photobucket is&lt;br /&gt;being an arse. and livejournal is a waste now.&lt;br /&gt;so enjou my photojournal and links would be on&lt;br /&gt;your left hand side or most times, i'll link it&lt;br /&gt;with my post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a lovely weekend readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1800119072387151548?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1800119072387151548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1800119072387151548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1800119072387151548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1800119072387151548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-on-classichazard-in-13th-march.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SbqG6eklUFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/acprJUJGzLY/s72-c/DSC06215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-2012549798874060706</id><published>2009-03-12T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:58:14.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossed.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>living in self denial.&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself i will get over it.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, those were all lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wished im mute,&lt;br /&gt;so that i cant say out your name.&lt;br /&gt;i wished, im dumb or prolly retard,&lt;br /&gt;so that i wont know how to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i used to love you,&lt;br /&gt;it was all sweet, but after you left&lt;br /&gt;it hurts as thou the love could&lt;br /&gt;not be recongised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how naive i can get. falling for&lt;br /&gt;nothing but just words. im in an emotional&lt;br /&gt;distraught but have you ever care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, i moved a teeny bit.&lt;br /&gt;satisfied with my willingness to move,&lt;br /&gt;eventually i know, it will come to an end&lt;br /&gt;cause you are capable of bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never get you out of my head,&lt;br /&gt;nor my heart nor my sight. &lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for falling for you,&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for loving you(*pun songtitle intended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-2012549798874060706?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2012549798874060706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=2012549798874060706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays paper is sucha sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;whoever is the setter for Web Tech paper&lt;br /&gt;must have love me alot. or maybe, i should &lt;br /&gt;credit myself a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did put in effort to read thru my notes&lt;br /&gt;till like wee morning. didnt get enough sleep &lt;br /&gt;again. drowsy journey to school and and and,&lt;br /&gt;the journey to school today was pretty fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached, saw no familiar faces. settled down at&lt;br /&gt;some random bench and start flipping thru my&lt;br /&gt;notes for the last time. saw sharudin came&lt;br /&gt;out of the car with his limping leg, he joined me.&lt;br /&gt;poor boy, chatted about random stuffs and times up.&lt;br /&gt;so guided him to the exam hall and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushroom dont look like a mushroom now, he was a &lt;br /&gt;seat away from me with that haircut. haha.&lt;br /&gt;funny arse, karate boy was like two seats away.&lt;br /&gt;kai was somewhere in the hall. the four of us,&lt;br /&gt;reunion. taking papers in the same hall, each&lt;br /&gt;at different class and course. missed those&lt;br /&gt;times we had our squabbles and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they still hold a place in my heart, my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i completed my paper with great satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;the weight lifted off my shoulder, the unintense feeling.&lt;br /&gt;its all long gone the moment i step out of that&lt;br /&gt;freezing hall. chatted with some friends outside and &lt;br /&gt;waited for meibe to end her paper. took a last look&lt;br /&gt;of school feeling all nostalgic, the love-hate&lt;br /&gt;feeling of that school, the weird surrounding and&lt;br /&gt;the memories that are scattered in my brain as i &lt;br /&gt;took the last few steps out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou meibe was walking next to me, i didnt exactly&lt;br /&gt;tell her how i feel. afraid she will think im a wussy&lt;br /&gt;to be feeling such for the school. aaaaah, wells,&lt;br /&gt;i made friends and few enemies(i think), it&lt;br /&gt;was, i got to say, bitter sweet. enough say'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have lunch with meibe in the central.&lt;br /&gt;fucking spicy beef noodles. apparently i accidentally&lt;br /&gt;pour too much chilli powder/flakes or whatever they&lt;br /&gt;call it. get her groceries done and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train, somewhere after a few stops from the&lt;br /&gt;station i board, came in a dad and his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;from the back, as he was carrying his daughter,&lt;br /&gt;the girl look normal. but when he puts her down,&lt;br /&gt;i realised the kid was a special child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special child = down syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i looked at her, over my ipod, she&lt;br /&gt;seems carefree and in her own world.&lt;br /&gt;unlike other kids, who would run around like monkeys,&lt;br /&gt;she sat there, looking at her surrounding with&lt;br /&gt;like much question marks in her expression.&lt;br /&gt;thou appearance wise, it makes it obvious shes&lt;br /&gt;not normal but to me, she seems like a normal&lt;br /&gt;child. special in the sense that, i dont &lt;br /&gt;know how to explain it but i had the urge to go&lt;br /&gt;over to her and give her a hug and tell her&lt;br /&gt;she will grow up to be someone good.&lt;br /&gt;(apparently, i didnt give her a hug, it&lt;br /&gt;would be too weird to be hugging strangers,&lt;br /&gt;claimed singaporeans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, showered, changed and came online.&lt;br /&gt;still, my msn messengers screwed up!&lt;br /&gt;jason told me he passed his traffic police test.&lt;br /&gt;congrats. and i think he just turned me down&lt;br /&gt;for dinner which makes me an awful bitch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo, emo. fuck jason. gaaaaaaah. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a classmate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the loss of your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;hope youre alright, see you at the&lt;br /&gt;class bbq (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming weeks gonna be hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• class bbq on the 20th &amp; 21st march.&lt;br /&gt;• sentosa with brother and friends on 21st march&lt;br /&gt;• meet up with chilli and dyy&lt;br /&gt;• resume back to work asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it look as thou its not hectic.&lt;br /&gt;but look at my 20th and 21st! bbq would be a&lt;br /&gt;stay out event and the next morning, i will be&lt;br /&gt;rushing to sentosa to meet the boys for beach session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools out, sleep here i come!&lt;br /&gt;kudos to me for complete-ing the darn two years.&lt;br /&gt;i made it =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-6267040957522888619</id><published>2009-03-10T12:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:56:15.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, ive decided to delete todays earlier post&lt;br /&gt;and amend every single word cause im very very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats with today's monday?&lt;br /&gt;why does EVERYONE seems to provoke me?&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck have i done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my morning was already bad enough,&lt;br /&gt;followed by what i saw when i get online.&lt;br /&gt;i slept on it and woke up with major headache.&lt;br /&gt;went online, stumbled upon something worst.&lt;br /&gt;great. i can just go kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was more of a fucked up monday then&lt;br /&gt;a monday blues. didnt catch enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;last night, stayed up to mugg and morning&lt;br /&gt;have to be such an arse, it was very chilly.&lt;br /&gt;as thou it was snowing. i did fall asleep for&lt;br /&gt;a while on my study's and my alarm goes off,&lt;br /&gt;woke up, walked to the bathroom and my&lt;br /&gt;feet was like zomg. the tiles were almost&lt;br /&gt;icy.showered, dozed off at the couch after&lt;br /&gt;i got dressed, then heard mom calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;saying im gonna be late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god, todays&lt;br /&gt;journey to school is super draggy. unlike other days&lt;br /&gt;(which were draggy too, but just mild). almost late&lt;br /&gt;for my paper, the darn bus.(see even the public's&lt;br /&gt;not on my side). boost up some confidence level&lt;br /&gt;before entering the examination hall. settled down&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE OF THE STUFFS I STUDIED CAME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;jaw dropped, mind whirlwind, wanting to break down&lt;br /&gt;and my brain totally shut off. it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;very terribly horrible. it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;the words seems to like jumble up and&lt;br /&gt;it was everywhere in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;and five minutes later, they announced that&lt;br /&gt;we could start the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START MY ARSE LA, NONE I STUDIED CAME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i panicked when the candidate next to me&lt;br /&gt;start scribbling vigorously. i wrote my name&lt;br /&gt;and dozed off. yea, i was too tired to function.&lt;br /&gt;woke up fifteen minutes later and start&lt;br /&gt;scribbling nonsense as my answers. well,&lt;br /&gt;im always reminded that, even if i dont know&lt;br /&gt;the answers, atleast write something.&lt;br /&gt;which i did and i feel crapp, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an hour later, i raised up my hand, &lt;br /&gt;i told the invigilator to hand in my paper for me&lt;br /&gt;i was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is it, the more i look at this damn thing,&lt;br /&gt;the more pissed im gonna get, and nothing is gonna&lt;br /&gt;come out of it, so screw it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the hall, called meibe and lunched before &lt;br /&gt;we heed home. journey back was worst. but i quicken &lt;br /&gt;my pace cause i cant wait to get home to get some&lt;br /&gt;sleep. deprived. but when i reached home, &lt;br /&gt;i got the urge to go online. cause yesterday&lt;br /&gt;almost the entire day i was mugging and&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have time to log on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logged into msn, browse to see whos online&lt;br /&gt;and i saw something i really dont like.&lt;br /&gt;this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.son - i dreamt of QING!!!! i just cant get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the nicks under my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;my heart shattered. really shattered.&lt;br /&gt;i controlled my tears cause my brother was in&lt;br /&gt;the room, reading some stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my brother left, i broke down.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont get it why he can treat me&lt;br /&gt;as thou im just a piece of __________.&lt;br /&gt;weeks ago, i deleted you off my list.&lt;br /&gt;cause i wanted to move on.&lt;br /&gt;(to those who thinks that im not tryin, _|_)&lt;br /&gt;then this morning, i logged on msn for a while&lt;br /&gt;around one plus, i was almost breaking down&lt;br /&gt;and i change my subnick to 'someone please cheer me up'.&lt;br /&gt;you private message me, giving me a hug and telling&lt;br /&gt;me you can cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it, why?&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to do this?&lt;br /&gt;youre just letting me hang by the thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i cried, slept on it, woke up&lt;br /&gt;with this horrible headache. head for&lt;br /&gt;cold shower, had dinner and came online&lt;br /&gt;to organise my iPod. and the best part,&lt;br /&gt;i clicked on the new msn thingy&lt;br /&gt;and now, my msn is screwed! i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so came online, looking thru my folders &lt;br /&gt;for my songs when i stumbled upon this picture.&lt;br /&gt;it has a link and it leads to something.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. its a xanga of someone i know.&lt;br /&gt;no name, just some id which doesnt help&lt;br /&gt;and i read. then i realised it was H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got curious. i wonder if he blogs abt &lt;br /&gt;the day we went out. so i read and read&lt;br /&gt;and i saw the post. so he did blogged abt it,&lt;br /&gt;i thought. as i continue reading,&lt;br /&gt;those words he blogged abt isnt something nice.&lt;br /&gt;and its about me and our 'date'. from the way&lt;br /&gt;i turned out something not what he expected,&lt;br /&gt;to the horrible date and to me pouring&lt;br /&gt;out my problems and almost calling me&lt;br /&gt;a psycho.he made me sound as thou&lt;br /&gt;the whole date was just a fucked up meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought he was different. well he is.&lt;br /&gt;cause hes the first malay guy i ever dated.&lt;br /&gt;the FIRST. he just prove me right that&lt;br /&gt;all malay guys are arse. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;he faked it so well and so much for saying&lt;br /&gt;he dont like plastic people. riiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;im not cranked up cause he blogged bad stuffs&lt;br /&gt;about me, i respect his space, his blog, his say.&lt;br /&gt;what im disappointed is that, why didnt he tell me&lt;br /&gt;all those? its not that IM GONNA FALL FOR HIM.&lt;br /&gt;no way, hes a blardy malay dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the date was horrible, by end of the&lt;br /&gt;date, just tell me what went wrong blah blah&lt;br /&gt;atleast i know, its my fucking first time going out&lt;br /&gt;with a fucking malay guy and i need to know where&lt;br /&gt;ive gone wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really upset with him, i didnt expect him&lt;br /&gt;to be this way, i admit hes a lil upper class&lt;br /&gt;than those typical mats. but now,&lt;br /&gt;i think a lil upper class or not, malay dudes&lt;br /&gt;are all screwed up morons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lene's haters :&lt;br /&gt;you can say anything about me. &lt;br /&gt;from me dating non halal stuff as what you claimed,&lt;br /&gt;saying that my cunt smells like drain cause&lt;br /&gt;you said i fcuked chinese boys (like how&lt;br /&gt;did YOU know, i screwed chinese boys? i dont&lt;br /&gt;remember telling you abt it, so stop assuming) and&lt;br /&gt;saying ive a rotten mouth and a corroding tongue&lt;br /&gt;cause i made out with chinese boys.&lt;br /&gt;youre sucha boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont feel good today.&lt;br /&gt;judging from the fucked up day i had.&lt;br /&gt;one after another. and major/last paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;im seriously very stress. my anxiety levels up.&lt;br /&gt;and i can see myself drowning in depression again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-6267040957522888619?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/6267040957522888619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=6267040957522888619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6267040957522888619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/6267040957522888619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/paper-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8989633254209673289</id><published>2009-03-09T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:03:02.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fOcoc8XK0Y/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fOcoc8XK0Y/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=sweet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/sweet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year marks the third year you left. i know ive written&lt;br /&gt;a post about you numerous times before. and still, after&lt;br /&gt;three years, the hearts still with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8989633254209673289?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8989633254209673289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8989633254209673289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8989633254209673289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8989633254209673289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-2913642330671942045</id><published>2009-03-08T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:44:18.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank yous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dyy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class gathering'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up to a lovely sunday.&lt;br /&gt;the sun lovelys, the weathers great and&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i woke up on the right side of my bed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towned yesterday, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;just updating of the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;i even brought my notes out to read thru.&lt;br /&gt;my papers due on the 10th. (IM SO DEAD!)&lt;br /&gt;practically just shopped and homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the worst food ever. this halal chinese joint. &lt;br /&gt;zomg, blardy awful can. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyy's leaving today! ):&lt;br /&gt;for week, yes for weeeeeeeeeeeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be like so lonely nobody to accompany me&lt;br /&gt;so ive &lt;i&gt;swee-swee&lt;/i&gt; do up my plan for the&lt;br /&gt;entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go swimming! &lt;br /&gt;yea i know, weathers not so good.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope god gives me mercy!&lt;br /&gt;seeing that im lonely, i need to do &lt;br /&gt;something to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, babe, enjoy your trip!&lt;br /&gt;come home soon, you are sooooooo bbq-ing with me.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like i said, my papers due on the 10th and 11th.&lt;br /&gt;thats like tuesday and wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be free on thursday, friday, saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going for a swim on thursday and friday,&lt;br /&gt;prolly work(?) over the weekends. &lt;br /&gt;suddenly i dont feel like going back to work &lt;b&gt;yet&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i need time to get back in the mood(excuses!) and time&lt;br /&gt;to get the exam mode out of my body. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a week later after this coming week,&lt;br /&gt;my classmates are having a barbeque, just some&lt;br /&gt;class gathering. and i heard that im the only&lt;br /&gt;girl on the list. its not that im scared or whatever&lt;br /&gt;(why should i, they are the loveliest bunch of buddies, anyone&lt;br /&gt;could ever ask for!). its just that somehow, i wished&lt;br /&gt;i have a girlf in class. bleahx. snotty tarts.&lt;br /&gt;so there will be loads of booze, food and insane conversations.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait!! so i have exactly a week to come up &lt;br /&gt;with the stupidest excuse to convince my mom&lt;br /&gt;to let me stay out. (bummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a bad note(i guess),&lt;br /&gt;youre leaving for brunei pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;its like 5 more days. still nothing from you.&lt;br /&gt;you'll be leaving for a year and they say&lt;br /&gt;goodbyes are always hard. but i take it&lt;br /&gt;that you wont say anything before you leave.&lt;br /&gt;youre like pratically ignoring me. so its okay.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all the best yea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your sunday my lovely readers!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a brand new week. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-2913642330671942045?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/2913642330671942045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=2913642330671942045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2913642330671942045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/2913642330671942045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-woke-up-to-lovely-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1334292181237910384</id><published>2009-03-07T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:32:57.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can never let go.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why i chose to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;cause i know it will cost me nothing but a deeper hurt.&lt;br /&gt;you may think i dont know anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;thou the things i do is low lying,&lt;br /&gt;its just something i got to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so hard to forget about you&lt;br /&gt;after the impact you left on me.&lt;br /&gt;till now, it seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;and why is it like,&lt;br /&gt;im the one whos after you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought we used to be close.&lt;br /&gt;almost there. &lt;br /&gt;im sorry that i fell for a superficial liar like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i chose to see it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;you have just ruined my saturday.&lt;br /&gt;on a silly note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its exactly 8 more months to my 21st!.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1334292181237910384?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1334292181237910384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1334292181237910384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1334292181237910384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1334292181237910384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-why-i-chose-to-look-at-it.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4770154975591567469</id><published>2009-03-06T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:14:36.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leeanne the sweetheart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, CAN YOU SEE THAT,&lt;br /&gt;ITS LEEANNE! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you darling! alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;i thought youre gone missing in action.&lt;br /&gt;ive been busy these past week cause&lt;br /&gt;my final papers are next week!&lt;br /&gt;hows you darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet me! meet me! i want huggggggssssssssssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4770154975591567469?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4770154975591567469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=4770154975591567469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4770154975591567469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4770154975591567469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-can-you-see-that-its-leeanne-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8397339101542393865</id><published>2009-03-06T14:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:49:24.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a bestfriend.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there seems to be many things i wanna talk about.&lt;br /&gt;its a lovely friday with the sun blaring outside&lt;br /&gt;my window. but its so unpredictable. the weathers&lt;br /&gt;kinda shitty these days. i think it will be a downpour&lt;br /&gt;again later, late noon. darn. umbrella makes me so unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finish watching the hills. i love watching&lt;br /&gt;reality shows like that, dealing with friendships,&lt;br /&gt;getting ditched on national television and just&lt;br /&gt;almost about everything. real people, real world.&lt;br /&gt;and the episode i just watched just now, was about&lt;br /&gt;friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it envies me somehow, looking around seeing people&lt;br /&gt;with their bestfriend, hanging out, talking about&lt;br /&gt;clothes, boys and just planning stuffs to do together.&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i last had that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets travel back into the archive. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have this bestfriend in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;we were very very close, we do things together,&lt;br /&gt;gossip, talk about boys and you know, she made me&lt;br /&gt;feel as thou she is a bestfriend, a listening ear and&lt;br /&gt;a sister. the feeling was fantastic. to have someone to hear&lt;br /&gt;you cry over some guy. to have someone giving you advices.&lt;br /&gt;to have someone who supports you and never make you feel &lt;br /&gt;alone. but rather somehow, she kinda of betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;and everything turns sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i questioned myself every now and then. at this age.&lt;br /&gt;all i want is a bestfriend. besides my constant pleas&lt;br /&gt;to god that i want a boyfriend &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. but it would &lt;br /&gt;be a plus if i can ever have a boyfriend plus a bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;all in one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways back to the topic. after everything turned sour,&lt;br /&gt;we still meet up for high school gatherings but things &lt;br /&gt;didnt get any better. the hurt feeling in me was too&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming and i bear this insane grudge against her.&lt;br /&gt;i can never let go that feeling.the things she did to me&lt;br /&gt;back in high school can never be forgiven even if the person&lt;br /&gt;is like fucking saint. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do forgive her, but i cant simply forget it. i shall&lt;br /&gt;not reveal what she had done but, its just something&lt;br /&gt;not nice. something not very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do admit, i missed our friendship, i tried, we both &lt;br /&gt;tried making amends to those ugly patches but maybe its &lt;br /&gt;just me thats not willing to completely let go the bad past.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its her, thats not putting enough effort into it.&lt;br /&gt;well, to be fair, i think, we are both at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to trust someone after that. but i hate the feeling&lt;br /&gt;not to be able to trust someone. its in me that i can never&lt;br /&gt;get the answer to it. i long for a bestfriend. i seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i got a close friend. we met while i started working&lt;br /&gt;at the place im still working now. thou she left, we still &lt;br /&gt;keep in touch, made a point to meet up for dinner or just&lt;br /&gt;purely hanging out. its so weird of how my first impression&lt;br /&gt;on her was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a year older than me, she was someone very discreet.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its because i was new back then and you know,&lt;br /&gt;theres this first time awkwardness going on. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;but as days goes by, we get closer and bonded each time.&lt;br /&gt;she was there when i was drunk. im a nasty bitch when&lt;br /&gt;it comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sees me fall in and out of love all the blardy time.&lt;br /&gt;and never got tired of lending me her shoulders for me&lt;br /&gt;to cry on. never fails to motivate me for school and&lt;br /&gt;things like that. we hang out thou not on daily basis&lt;br /&gt;but she does call/text me when shes having lunch and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i call friends. making me feel as thou i worth&lt;br /&gt;something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gave me the most awesome 2oth. saw me wasted,&lt;br /&gt;we can just talk almost about everything. and the funny part&lt;br /&gt;is that, knowing her for two years make me feel as thou&lt;br /&gt;ive been friends with her for like forever.&lt;br /&gt;its a good feeling thou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows me inside out. from me having allergies when i had&lt;br /&gt;pork to me hating my own race very much. everything, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;i feel blessed that ive her as someone close.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need many friends to deal in life as long as &lt;br /&gt;i have that particular one who knows me so darn well.&lt;br /&gt;i cant never thank her enough for having her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy tay shu ru, thanks for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there for me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for seeing me fall in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;and thank you for the beautiful friendship you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;you are like the best present god can give me in my life. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8397339101542393865?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8397339101542393865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8397339101542393865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8397339101542393865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8397339101542393865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-seems-to-be-many-things-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8441297942120125450</id><published>2009-03-05T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:33:25.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hewllo'/><title type='text'>dont know le.1231hr</title><content type='html'>its been awhile, nothing much from me&lt;br /&gt;cause theres serious mugging going on.&lt;br /&gt;but still, im not prepared for the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but the weather has been dampering(?)&lt;br /&gt;my mood. its like, theres this one night, it was &lt;br /&gt;pretty chilly and raining, i suddenly feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;lonely like as thou i yearn for something.&lt;br /&gt;then i got so emo-ed and i keep thinking of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;ive been repeating the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no matter how much you try to fill your time with work, &lt;br /&gt;friends, family or yourself.. i guess there will always be this &lt;br /&gt;empty feeling that you cant battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phrase to myself of late. i cant battle the empty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the thought of &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; keep invading my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it, what have i not done enough?&lt;br /&gt;i keep seeing your msn nick and cringed like mad&lt;br /&gt;cause why cant the 'her' be me? (i sound psycho here)&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt appreciate you, its like one blardy cryle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me -------&gt; &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; -------&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the damn thing. i dont know, why am i wasting&lt;br /&gt;my time getting all upset about &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; when&lt;br /&gt;i can spend that time making myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;im shooooooooooo patheticxxz lurhsxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im financially indebt now. all thanks to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;he got to ruin the entire finance list and im here&lt;br /&gt;all broke and im gonna rely on him till july -_-&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the class barbeque, actually, still&lt;br /&gt;okay la the feeling.not as thou, im jumping up and &lt;br /&gt;down for &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; barbeque. futhermore, im like&lt;br /&gt;zomgly broke. chheeeeebyee la. then, my brother's friends&lt;br /&gt;all wanted me to be there at sentosa the next day after&lt;br /&gt;my barbeque cause they having a beach session.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel very very wanted :D, thanks guys. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so weird that ive not much friends and im hanging&lt;br /&gt;out with my brother's bunch who are like three years&lt;br /&gt;my junior(well for some), i feel old hanging out with&lt;br /&gt;them but they are the very happening bunch. all boys aye.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, we are able to click thou some are just plain&lt;br /&gt;shy to say whatever they like in my face. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to finish my papers.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna date Al for dinner! you mudd, i cant wait.can you?&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go back to work, to earn many moolahssss.&lt;br /&gt;happy thursday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;one more day to the weekend! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8441297942120125450?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8441297942120125450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8441297942120125450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8441297942120125450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8441297942120125450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-know-le1231hr.html' title='dont know le.1231hr'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-1047493691217332945</id><published>2009-03-03T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:33:21.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never felt this lonely before.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand the loneliness of this.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-1047493691217332945?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/1047493691217332945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=1047493691217332945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1047493691217332945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/1047493691217332945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-never-felt-this-lonely-before.html' title=''/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-7312873435055025410</id><published>2009-03-03T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:10:12.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie.'/><title type='text'>hello.2008hr</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/t5VjcTSLvs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/t5VjcTSLvs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello world.&lt;br /&gt;been doing alot of useful stuffs at home lately.&lt;br /&gt;instead of the usual bumming around like a fucking couch potatoe,&lt;br /&gt;i got my arse(and my brains) moving to mugg!&lt;br /&gt;i covered some chapters and needed more brain cells to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;anybody kind enough to lend me braincells for more storage? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i miss school. yea, ironically i woke up early&lt;br /&gt;every single day but i forgot(yea,every morning) that its the&lt;br /&gt;study week. i hope i will make it,cause ive been trying really &lt;br /&gt;hard to pass both modules. im excited for my papers and yea, lovely&lt;br /&gt;readers, please pray that i'll pass yea? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i texted Al just now, its been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;miss him and i asked him out for dinner when im done with &lt;br /&gt;my papers. aaaaaaaah, Al, the mudd. the cute mudd.&lt;br /&gt;so its fixed. cant wait for papers to be over and&lt;br /&gt;dinner with Al! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much for me to say. &lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i dont think its appropriate to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;you see, i made a point not to blog about sad love story&lt;br /&gt;or lonely/sad stuffs. sigh. so hard.&lt;br /&gt;tryin to hard to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, should i move to livejournal instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-7312873435055025410?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7312873435055025410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=7312873435055025410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7312873435055025410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7312873435055025410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello2008hr.html' title='hello.2008hr'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8660718589658500150</id><published>2009-03-02T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:40:17.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>dancing thoughts : 1533</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;no matter how much you try to fill your time with work, &lt;br /&gt;friends, family or yourself.. i guess there will always be this &lt;br /&gt;empty feeling that you cant battle.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got that when i was blog hopping. &lt;br /&gt;(i know!,im supposed to be studying!)&lt;br /&gt;love. something i never felt after eugene left me.&lt;br /&gt;filling my time with family, work and friends&lt;br /&gt;arent enough, by the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i wished i have someone of the opposite&lt;br /&gt;sex to tell me everythings alright.&lt;br /&gt;that little feeling.&lt;br /&gt;its scary yet _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it like to be like by someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8660718589658500150?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8660718589658500150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8660718589658500150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8660718589658500150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8660718589658500150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-thoughts-1533.html' title='dancing thoughts : 1533'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-4189609172252915087</id><published>2009-03-01T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:29:10.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie'/><title type='text'>charlieeeeeeee.0000hr</title><content type='html'>spent the entire sunday with charlie. (:&lt;br /&gt;clean up, messed up, drink up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;hot hot charlie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-4189609172252915087?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/4189609172252915087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=4189609172252915087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4189609172252915087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/4189609172252915087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/03/charlieeeeeeee0000hr.html' title='charlieeeeeeee.0000hr'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-8527532877949172943</id><published>2009-02-27T16:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:46:20.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie.'/><title type='text'>just a hello : 1639hr</title><content type='html'>so yea, FINALLY my final project for the MS module&lt;br /&gt;is submitted. never felt so relieved before. &lt;br /&gt;the great satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all fyps done, im only left with major paper&lt;br /&gt;which im gonna mugg real hard for it. cant wait!!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to start mugging and cant wait to end&lt;br /&gt;those two papers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of rewarding myself by repiercing my&lt;br /&gt;smiley :D, i kinda miss my monroe. T_T&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i hate Jason. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;or should i get a new piercing instead?&lt;br /&gt;how about septum a.k.a the bullnose piercing?!&lt;br /&gt;*sequels in excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nay, i shouldnt get any visible piercing.&lt;br /&gt;im joining workforce pretty soon. unless,&lt;br /&gt;im accepted in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enrolling myself in poly has been dancing in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;should i go for it, or should i just work and you know&lt;br /&gt;gain every experience that comes by and study private?&lt;br /&gt;but owells, i should just try to enrol myself into&lt;br /&gt;local tertiary. its not as thou im confident of getting in.&lt;br /&gt;judging from my work and my attendance in ite. im afraid i wont&lt;br /&gt;get in. but well, i should atleast try, right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the least i could go is................ republic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stereotyped the worst poly in sg, but if they&lt;br /&gt;were to accept me, its good enough. since i cant&lt;br /&gt;get in those good school like singapore poly,&lt;br /&gt;i should just settle for something, my level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed. hope results good and &lt;br /&gt;get my arse in RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% alittle corner for Dyy.&lt;br /&gt;congrats babe you passed your TP. im so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;this calls for a celebration! right? finally! after so&lt;br /&gt;much of you grumbling about TP and how nervous you were,&lt;br /&gt;it finally pays off!! haha. &lt;br /&gt;LENE CALLS FOR SUPPERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! haha.&lt;br /&gt;once again, congrats babe! (:&lt;br /&gt;drive me soooon!! cant wait. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate friday nights. ):&lt;br /&gt;im always staying in. nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;no wait, this time, i HAVE something to do.&lt;br /&gt;MUGG! till then readers, wish me luck for my exams (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing : &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday 21st yaowei. you have been sucha bro.&lt;br /&gt;keep up the black belt and dont have more metals in you.&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the two years friendship and all the best!&lt;br /&gt;(thou i know you dont read this, you arse.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-8527532877949172943?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/8527532877949172943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=8527532877949172943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8527532877949172943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/8527532877949172943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-hello-1639hr.html' title='just a hello : 1639hr'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-793076377538186528</id><published>2009-02-26T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:40:50.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank yous'/><title type='text'>positive mindset, smelling freedom : 1935hr</title><content type='html'>two projects for two modules down, am left with one&lt;br /&gt;which im soooo gonna hand in tomorrow morning and i can&lt;br /&gt;smell part of freedom and the air of school is much much cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the feeling of graduating. i dont have to go back&lt;br /&gt;with the horrible one hour journey back and fro anymore! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;im so much happier now, judging the fact that i am officially&lt;br /&gt;gonna stop studying, i guess. well, my ite days are OVER! &lt;br /&gt;four years and now i can finally see the whole new light to life.&lt;br /&gt;but its a pity i didnt really enroll myself to any poly course,&lt;br /&gt;im like beyond hope, looking at the grades and my attendance.&lt;br /&gt;im a little upset but thats not the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;i can always go private, study something i really like(hopefully!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the mood in schools rather sombre. intense i should say.&lt;br /&gt;people mugging their arse off. i can feel the chilliness of the&lt;br /&gt;exams as days goes by. ive start mugging. im lacking of sleep and rest.&lt;br /&gt;cranky as hell but owells, i hope the cranky + lack of sleep &lt;br /&gt;will equals to something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays insane! we had two common test, the usual before we really&lt;br /&gt;sit for the finals to accumulate some percentage of it for the total.&lt;br /&gt;its was fucktard, i tell you. two major modules into one puny brains.&lt;br /&gt;my brain bled this morning. i felt as thou i didnt sleep at all&lt;br /&gt;when i did for a few hours. woke up feeling grouchy, blasted myself&lt;br /&gt;with hardcore genres in train and trying to swallow every single word&lt;br /&gt;in my notes. well, the hardcore genre DID keep me awake. blasting&lt;br /&gt;my poor little ear drums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont say i did really well for web tech module. it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;still much improvents and more wrecking of brains for the finals.&lt;br /&gt;im nervous. and for micro system module, it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so alientic to me but hey, i cheated. ):&lt;br /&gt;yea, it wasnt an honest paper. i got to buck up. but if i didnt&lt;br /&gt;cheat on my MS paper, im doomed. so yea, its a good sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so many people i wanna thank from school.&lt;br /&gt;they helped me alot thru out these weeks, pushing me to &lt;br /&gt;a better side. helping me obtaining a pass. i did help&lt;br /&gt;myself and im so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;winson&lt;/b&gt;, my project mate, FYP. &lt;br /&gt;dude, i know you may not read this.&lt;br /&gt;but i really thank you for covering my shits for me&lt;br /&gt;infront of our fyp lecturer. i know its not easy and ive&lt;br /&gt;been missing fyp periods due to my laziness and selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;yet, you helped and pulled me thru. without complaining&lt;br /&gt;or holding any grudge. thank you winson,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dave&lt;/b&gt;, my WT fyp mate. &lt;br /&gt;thru constants bugging and annoying whines, im so glad&lt;br /&gt;that you are so willing to help me complete my work.&lt;br /&gt;thou my work is just some simple arse stuffs, im proud to have&lt;br /&gt;you guiding me and everything. i know it has been hard on you,&lt;br /&gt;juggling my work, yours and your other stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;the only friend, i can turn to in times like this.&lt;br /&gt;dave, youre sucha gem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;josephine&lt;/b&gt;, year 1 classmate.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for passing me the MS report and saved me from&lt;br /&gt;the datelines. i thank you over text messages and yet&lt;br /&gt;you gave me such warm replies. thanks jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;meibe&lt;/b&gt;, year 1 classmate, lunch partner&lt;br /&gt;sis! thanks for the lunches we had in school together.&lt;br /&gt;you knowing i dont have any friends from class.&lt;br /&gt;having you had made my lunch period lone-less!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the motivations and i hope you do well too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dyy&lt;/b&gt;, my motivator, my friend and a dear one.&lt;br /&gt;babe, thanks for being all in one.&lt;br /&gt;motivator, a listener, a friend and a dear one.&lt;br /&gt;you never fail to remind me of how important education is.&lt;br /&gt;and youre the one who knows theres limit to everything.&lt;br /&gt;you taught me how to piorites my stuffs and im glad&lt;br /&gt;you guided me with your wise words and all.&lt;br /&gt;i love our friendship and im thankful to have you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;you see me fall, see me pick myself up and yet fall again&lt;br /&gt;but yet, you still give me words of encouragement and everything.&lt;br /&gt;it must be hard on you huh? but babe, youre the best! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;you can always fall on me and you know that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i miss anyone out? i think this post is&lt;br /&gt;already like 85% cheesiness infused. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave my entire 'thank-yous' and daily&lt;br /&gt;stories to another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the meantime, &lt;br /&gt;have a chilly thursday readers.&lt;br /&gt;and please! weather hasnt been good.&lt;br /&gt;take good care of yourself! xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-793076377538186528?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/793076377538186528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=793076377538186528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/793076377538186528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/793076377538186528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/02/positive-mindset-smelling-freedom.html' title='positive mindset, smelling freedom : 1935hr'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-7068870004418447032</id><published>2009-02-26T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:59:46.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hewllo'/><title type='text'>a year squeeze into a week, kudos lene : 0300hr</title><content type='html'>im taking a teeny weeny break from study.&lt;br /&gt;my brains bleeding for real.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling, gaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;its rare to see lene in a study mode,&lt;br /&gt;but yea, here i am, out from study mode for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;my arse hurts, my finger has blister and my throats dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna be sick soon &lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=emo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/emo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brains bursting and im dyin, oh great.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, my main projects done. all in one disk&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna hand it later! the feeling of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;like zomg. *pig wheels! pig wheels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one down, one more to go. my second project.&lt;br /&gt;almost done, need to get it in a hard copy and hand it&lt;br /&gt;and im almost off schoooooooooooooooooooooool. happy siolx.&lt;br /&gt;the joys bursting in my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met dyy just now &lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/?action=view&amp;current=hap.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu313/veraxlene/hap.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;had jap and her pictures done. we are pratically insane today.&lt;br /&gt;both of us seems to have lots loads of patience.&lt;br /&gt;meeting her again on sunday, to mugg! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, she got me this cute love pegs, im loving.&lt;br /&gt;when ive the chance, i'll take the pictures and post it on LenesLove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better get back to my books.&lt;br /&gt;or i'll start crying and cringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s readers, enjoy the playlist i put up.&lt;br /&gt;dont know why, but i just feel like sharing. heh.&lt;br /&gt;for this entry, im lost of what song matches 3am. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-7068870004418447032?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7068870004418447032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=7068870004418447032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7068870004418447032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7068870004418447032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/02/year-squeeze-into-week-kudos-lene_26.html' title='a year squeeze into a week, kudos lene : 0300hr'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36014765.post-7485427267821948880</id><published>2009-02-25T09:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:50:49.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quickie.'/><title type='text'>i call for a restart! 0951hr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Pt1eAUScKI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Pt1eAUScKI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, again, i decided to delete all my entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i call for a restart!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying my best to avoid writting about being out of love&lt;br /&gt;all the fucking time cause it makes my readers go&lt;br /&gt;round and round and poor them. so yea,&lt;br /&gt;im sticking to happy stuffs, more to life kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*small notes to people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eddie&lt;/i&gt;, leaving on the 13th march.&lt;br /&gt;good that youre leaving, cause it would make&lt;br /&gt;MY life easier to forget you and i wish&lt;br /&gt;you all the best and yea, please dont&lt;br /&gt;come looking for me when ya back,&lt;br /&gt;i would appreciate that. i've decided to put&lt;br /&gt;you and the times we had together behind. its all &lt;i&gt;passe&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so its over baby! shoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;jason ong&lt;/i&gt;, my favourite boy of 08.&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna ord soon, so yea, you might need dyy's&lt;br /&gt;help to get a job. so, thats the only thing left and that is&lt;br /&gt;me and (hopefully) dyy's help.you can mambo and hook up&lt;br /&gt;as many mambo girls you want. but please, can you not&lt;br /&gt;tell me about each one of them? im tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;and good luck for your tp! (: just dont crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dyy&lt;/i&gt;, tp's coming! i cant wait. im as excited as&lt;br /&gt;thou im the one gonna take it. haha. but im so excited for&lt;br /&gt;you! ive been a good girl, praying and talking to Allah for&lt;br /&gt;you. heh. so please. and youre trips coming. youre gonna&lt;br /&gt;leave me in sg for A WEEK! i hope you will have fun there&lt;br /&gt;and please, dont extend. one week, very miserable with&lt;br /&gt;no one to hang out with. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been great. everybody seems to be in the&lt;br /&gt;exam mode since exams just around the corner. im getting&lt;br /&gt;prepared too. im scared. i might not do well. :(&lt;br /&gt;but, IVE HAND IN MY IMPORTANT ASSIGNMENT! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;one down, one more to go. cant wait to get out of&lt;br /&gt;that school, FAST! its making ME miserable. i hate it&lt;br /&gt;like fucking much, thank you. a few weeks more to freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, im gonna have study week after this.&lt;br /&gt;im mugging alone, judging from the fact that dyy'd leaving.&lt;br /&gt;*cringe. owells, maybe mugging alone could be better.&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone out there, who needs a silent company,&lt;br /&gt;give me a ring okay? or nice enough to admire me&lt;br /&gt;study? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much better now, &lt;i&gt;for now, i guess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the night falls, its all a different lene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36014765-7485427267821948880?l=veraxlene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/feeds/7485427267821948880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36014765&amp;postID=7485427267821948880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7485427267821948880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36014765/posts/default/7485427267821948880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veraxlene.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-call-for-restart-0951hr.html' title='i call for a restart! 0951hr'/><author><name>baylene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12163235280868694577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYGS3HI8oYM/SYwdEmZAx4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/jWXOZC8yeHY/S220/P110109_23.17%5B02%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
