<?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-2545002864875656082</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:48:22.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.death.of.an.angel.</title><subtitle type='html'>.we.were.born.angels.died.fallen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i miss ur eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy all those blogs i went to..those dotted pinks,the flowing words and the layout and utmost attention to the place where they care for,the place their mind plays a twisted game and the mind speaks of hate.those emotions of growing love and the contentment each time they meet with their frens..and those times they need to make a point they gotta write it down..and i was one of them.but now,this blog seems sucha waste and it's been left unattended.prolly just once per month that i'll update,or not i'll be busy visting other blogs but my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that everyday blogging and everyday "i can't wait to write it all down" or that "fuck who cares this is MY blog,MY page" kinda shiet is like ssoo over.i dunno why..i miss this,but each time i go to this page of mine,my itchy fingers will then turn to facebook,or messenger.or prolly will be on the fone and just close this window.yes,i've abandoned this.prolly i've grown old for this(oh i've turned 22 last month) or maybe i'm just pure lazy.yea..guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words use to rush thru my head like an escardille of thoughts..like a train with gushing chains churning and choo-chooing awaiting to be typed out.my fingers used to express and my heart feels at its best.but now...died?i dunno..i miss that though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that poetry making,that lashing,those profanities and of course about love...about the things we did,about the places we went...and about my dear frens whom i miss..i do not noe why i've lost all of these...all those profanities even(in this blog.in real life im still the same-.-)or about him which when i read past entries i'll find myself smile silly..i miss eyes being glazed,stuck on the screen,reading about me and him...now,im only reading about other couple,other ppl's life,but my own.like how u can pause to reminisce,blogging sure is an easier way to do it...but i guess there's only a thing or two that stopped me from writing it all down...that rocky time with him..wouldnt wanna read it again...but i dun wanna delete it.oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u miss me,i can tell u for sure,i miss this.so be good,i doubt i'll post something again..anytime soon that is..but i guess for now let my mind type it down..coz it had been bugging me for quite a while,of why am i neglecting my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-1831761354327095811?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1831761354327095811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;i am sick.doctor had said i've got influenza-like-symptoms..only god noes how hard my heart was beating..and so she scared me more by saying that usually ppl who has fever or flu well,of high temperature like mine yesterday had gotten h1n1.and today,my body ached like fuck and my throat hurts..i've gotten another sickness which is runny nose and my eyes are watering due to staring at this laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;fuck this sickness.i've got 1 week mc following the insuructions from MOH and i dread gng back to work coz obviously there's a pile of work waiting for me.gah!!!i am so weak i can't walk,even typing this needs my utmost strength.yet i wanna try hard to lead my normal life.i need my strength and my health back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;my eyes are stinging,my body aching,my nose swelling,my throat is reddening.i've been shitting half of the day just now,my body's telling me to take my medications but i gotta eat first.and i have no appetite for that.seriously,i hate this.i hate being sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;i wish i can cuddle next to u and hold me close..soothe me everything will be better and kiss my warm eyes with ur cooling lips..i wish he's here next to me..coz i think that's wat made me better...though the time was late,though he had to carry a lot of things,his guitar,his camp bag and all,he made his way to my place yesterday..though it was just about 45mins spent,it really made me better....thank you...so now,can i have it again?^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;i.am.sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2860138326545797187</id><published>2009-06-01T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:35:17.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.bbrrraaattttttyyyy!!!!!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SiONfhsKRbI/AAAAAAAAAsw/VMjrVmxDhuA/s1600-h/image-upload-16-766139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SiONfhsKRbI/AAAAAAAAAsw/VMjrVmxDhuA/s320/image-upload-16-766139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's been pretty much a whole long while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello,there..i've been very lazy to blog or even go back to this page of mine..don't know why,but i just dun seem like it's no longer a need for me to give out my utmost emotions out here..though a lot of things had happened,good or bad,i dun find a need to vent it here anymore..well,that's good i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,it had been a ride..ups and downs and a whole lotta surprise..it had been a good while,though..a good while..though i posted that it is over,well i couldnt let my mind take over my heart..even when it hurts and even when things happen,just gotta go thru it..it's already a year n 6 months with him..i noe i still and will love him...as always...and i wouldnt want that to be over..not now,not anytime soon...don't even wish of letting his hand go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances can be given a lot of times..but when being given too much of a time,then i decide when to stop.for now,i'm embracing his love and attention..we've come this far..and all these while i noe wat i want,wat i need..and now,im gonna keep on trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in principles of life i've made myself and that i heed....my own belief of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"believe,faith &amp;amp; trust"&lt;/span&gt;...coz one day,when we lose something,it'll feel as though we've lost the most precious thing that we've fight for...and that day,i hope will nvr happen...no more drama...just me and u..just us two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll come back again...or not,just go to facebook...that is for more pictures..&lt;br /&gt;till then,be good boys and girls..&lt;br /&gt;*mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2860138326545797187?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SiONfhsKRbI/AAAAAAAAAsw/VMjrVmxDhuA/s72-c/image-upload-16-766139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-6189910240468913624</id><published>2009-05-19T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:58:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.the.sweetest.dreams.will.never.do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;hey there..it's been a very long time..ironically i don't miss this,eventhough i do love blogging..but hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;o how's u?hope all had been fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when things change, it's either we adapt,or we run away from it,hence move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;for me,i chose the latter..when things change,things that is not of your favour and it kept on being on repeat mode, there's no way acceptance should be part of it. a whole lotta things had been happening,but knowing self,i shall not write it all down here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;plainly guys are just jerks.well,agreed by many,for once or even several times,i will nod vigorously to that. and pretty ironic how it is being said and agreed by a good fren of mine,who happens to be a guy himself.hhmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;after 13 months had passed,things had changed tremendously.maybe not things,but just him.though a whole lotta chances had been given,faith had ebbed long ago..trust?naah..none. doesn't really help the whole situation,what more when things were at the worst whereby i expect a good thing to happen,waddayanoe,he chose to be on repeat mode.repetition of everything of changes which happened after 16 months now of being together.to be honest,im pretty much numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you can give a lot of chances..but when u're done giving &lt;strong&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt; chances,you know it's time to let go.."~rai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"when you feel very numb,you know that you're done.though it'll be very hard to move on,it'll be easier knowing you can't be getting hurt all the time.."~uncle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;and now,it's time for me to let go..and now,he can enjoy all his time with his friends that had always been there for him..coz i can't tolerate anymore lies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;to all those who reads my blog or chance upon this post,if ever u have ur other half,acknowledge the fact that he/she will or had always been there for you.emotional support,physical being,love-making and reaching out all the time...cherish that.appreciate that.or just plainly,acknowldege that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"being in a relationship means u're willing yourself to love,give love,being loved.and also,you're willingly giving yourself to hurt and pain.but,there's always limits."~self&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;love,dids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-6189910240468913624?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6189910240468913624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=6189910240468913624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/6189910240468913624'/><link 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SfHhdPrqajI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AvBU_50X-HE/s1600-h/image-upload-210-760190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SfHhdPrqajI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AvBU_50X-HE/s320/image-upload-210-760190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's been a while,baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than 50 texts above yours as my days and nights were filled with my loved ones checking up on me and us texting random and personal things..more than 50 texts cover that 'good night' and ur 'i love yous'..more than 50 texts that are new which makes me forget to read or re-read the things that you said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a call was received on thursday morning as u mumbled and myself having breakfast..i built a wall as fast as i answered ur call..take away all the pain,take away all the lies..just take it all away just so i could embrace that comforting voice of yours..i fought hard the lashing i wanted to give which i succeed as the conversation was all too careful..as u wanted to answer,i heard the click of the fone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working night will be cancelled soon..which is good news as im too exhausted of going out of the house twice each day..so starting from either 4th may or 11 may i'll start 1pm-10pm instead..middle of the night,too weird,but i think it's better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you tsue for the singapore flyer ride..thou at the start it was scary as our imaginations ran wild,it was pretty much a smooth and BORING ride..i think it's too long..to be honest wat i see is the same view i get from my office.being on the 42nd floor i can see practically the whole of city hall and raffles place.however,it is way more fun being stuck in that capsule with my silly gf,scared shitless and loving each of the molecules in her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you tsue,ira and nysh for that 'finally!!' plan as we all look pretty in our dresses/tops and hit town like we own it.the lepak-nak-mampos laughters and 2mins of breeks and of coz the updates..thank you for letting me shop and helping me out..i love you dolls oh so very much..and of course..that sleepy place..the 10bucks wedges and that tequila filled drink at the bottom.urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of that saturday we were cranky and the weather was damn humid..we tried hard to smile but each of us were annoying the shits outta each other as we found ourselves go silly..as they say 'if u can't beat them,join them'. tsue's mum and bro fetched us as finally i got back home at 2am."goal!!!!" damn.shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ej just msned with me..while i was typing this post..still in taiwan,still cold there(how lucky) and still we are careful with our words..do u noe the feeling of being relieved,yet everything's not right still?that's how im feeling rite now...so i dun really have the mood to write any further..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then..&lt;br /&gt;tra~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-7883128471211870405?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7883128471211870405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=7883128471211870405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/7883128471211870405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/7883128471211870405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_24.html' title='.there&apos;s.nothing.left.to.say.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SfHhdPrqajI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AvBU_50X-HE/s72-c/image-upload-210-760190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8072534187904382014</id><published>2009-04-19T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:52:10.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.4.days.since.you.called.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Seod5-dLjBI/AAAAAAAAApw/EkFF4Zexqss/s1600-h/image-upload-179-747139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Seod5-dLjBI/AAAAAAAAApw/EkFF4Zexqss/s320/image-upload-179-747139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 april 09.all sweaty coz the weather's so humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello..i think by now,i'd publicize my blog already..so how're u?hope things are well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite now i feel like a hard stone,unable to feel anything and not wanting to feel anything..numbed myself and made sure no emotions could pass thru me..i've yet to crumble,i've yet to break down.but i noe,deep inside me,it had happened..it long died.and it had weeped and tasted sorrow..yet it didnt surface for me to feel...yet.or probably never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write and talk with rhymes and games..with poetic expressions with eyes glazed.i sat and i wondered,wat the hell did i do?as a call was made and my heart broke into two.she consoled,she made me better.yet i was raging,the body shaking.tears welled up,yet i wiped fast.after all that, tears no longer came to my eyes. another call as i told him i knew. all i hear was deafening silence,as finally the click of the end of call.i sighed and i stared.there's nothing to do.till today,i wish the fone ringing,is from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i didnt see,i wished i didnt acknowledge.yet the truth was there,the lies u said.the trip to the airport,the trip to ur place.u lied.again and again.as u sent me off,we talked about yesterdays.we felt our heart,as one at its best.yet when i went to my office,wat did u do?you called and was ready.off to carry on the lies that u said.i believed you,and i trusted you.no longer disappointment,but just 'wat do i do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days filled with talks to my babes and lad..days filled with work..u lied and u lied.for ur own selfish reasons.in a sudden u changed,as all ur environment did.u became someone i dun even noe and u went to places i wished u didn't go.yet i told u,yes i'll be fine.and u went.u betrayed my trust.of coz now u noe i wont be happy if u inform me u're going again,with the same people again.hence selfishness took place and u went ahead anyway.but if u noe it's gonna jeapordize the relationship and it'd make me unhappy,why bother at the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the sacrifices we made,all the things we went thru.all wasted to just make it into a memory.a memory probably i wouldnt want to reminisce as it will kill me like a stab with a butter knife.slowly piercing thru,to make sure that,i will be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason for u to call,there's nothing for us to talk about.i noe the truth,and u had no balls to admit or even say sorry.all i hear was the click of the fone,coz u hung up.and there is all there is to it.it says of how much u love me,or even how much true that is.we fight on all fours for us,we sacrificed for the best of future,yet now life's in ruins and there's nobody else for us to blame but ourselves.coz i believed u and i gave in.and u took that for granted and u lied to me still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still do not know whether i  should pack my bags and leave.coz i noe im still not that strong to carry on.yet,i noe that i can never trust him again.never had it crossed my mind of how capable he is to do all this,but surprises happenes..to think i sacrificed my sleep to go online to search for the best hotel to throw his surprise party and calculating the amount i'll be left to stay alive for the month..wasted.never ending faith.yet it had ebbed in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day i will make the decision..solely mine.and i hope there's no turning back on wat i've decided.regardless leaving or staying.it's mine.my life..tell me im dumb,well i feel very much dumb to give him another chance.but it's hard when he's always been part of my life.think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days since i ate.the last i had was the 5 spoonfuls of mee goreng with tsue and nora.other than that,water and fags.hence the picture of how skinny my arms became and how all this shit had exhausted and puncture my youth and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy monday,babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8072534187904382014?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8072534187904382014/comments/default' title='Post 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title='.carry.on.carry.on.as.one.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SeZSFlqGSLI/AAAAAAAAApo/VIWZhEP7AlI/s72-c/image-upload-70-762743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-3624384515725784623</id><published>2009-04-10T04:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:21:10.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.10.april.2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Sd5TypUWvgI/AAAAAAAAApg/lotK6N_EL9E/s1600-h/image-upload-466-710611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Sd5TypUWvgI/AAAAAAAAApg/lotK6N_EL9E/s320/image-upload-466-710611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Double 2 Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got out from the cab as before that i rushed and started to pack everything in my bag..i got ready within 30mins,which was the fastest speed i could go..and i waited,and waited for that lone cab to drive me to the airport.as expected,since nearing midnight all went into hiding just so they could charge us more..hell,money wasn't an issue in my head...all i noe was that i just gotta see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with a start,thinking it was 9pm still...only did i realise it was past 11pm..i knew he gotta be there by 2359hours..checked my cell,loads of texts and missed calls.only 1 text and 1 miss call from his dad's cell.i called.his mum talked to me,cajoled me and interrogated me with 'wat's wrong'.i felt too much hurtings from the morning and it was then i started contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of which is better?the heart that feels or mind that speaks?the one empowering the other is the only answer to wat we do in life..out of will and knowledge that we're doing the right thing.hence,i saw myself getting ready.the mind speaks or regret and pure hate if i were not to see him.he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u dun have to come down.im gng in already."i felt pretty dazed.but i noe watever it is,imma still be there.so lady luck was on my side as a call was received and his flight will be past 3am..hence,i went out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cab zoomed and sped away as we almost hit the 'flying' cab next to the us.it seems dramatic,all the last minute plan to send him off,with danger ahead of any possible collission..it's so cliche but this is reality,baby..it all really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his parents greeted me with a smile.a hug was thrown and i find myself gulping down the string of words..the parents went off as they were gng to malacca at that hour.we head to the smoking area as he intertwined his fingers with mine.i felt different.i pulled back and held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whisper of "happy birthday" as it was 3mins past 12am..downcast look and gazed on the floor..pulled,hugged and i complied..we rested on each other's shoulders,our bodies against each other and the rise and fall of our chest became one.he snuggled in my hair as i felt his breathings on my neck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didnt wanna lose me..i didnt wanna lose him either..but wat can i do when u hurt me too much?i gave in.i foresee myself being lonely and a need to have a dose of him every single day.i knew i cant just leave and walk away.too much pain,yet i came back for more of it everytime.too weak to carry on alone,too weak to walk by myself,too weak to console my own emotions when thing are wrong.i need him.i need to have him.i gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had more than an hour to kill as he needs to be in the gate by 2.30am.planned to go off by 1.45am..from starbucks to coffee beans..as i ditched my plan of getting him the bday cake bfore sending him off due to the quarrel we had,settled at coffee beans and got the single raspberry cheesecake.and a candle which i brought along from home..a quiet birthday,i'd say..we talked..he responded.our fingers intertwined again and the ring was placed on my finger again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kissed,we hugged.a kiss to my forehead,as he walked to the gate,off to taiwan..i waited and waved till i cant see the back of him and went a level down.i sat.i thought.he called.we talked abt things that i want him to do..his own safety..his well-being being taken care of..to make sure he calls...texts given to lads and babes and a text for him..finally,i made my way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this post was suppose to be done by 10 april..it was drafted instead coz too many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hope it was a happy 10april for all of u..&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2545002864875656082-3624384515725784623?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3624384515725784623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=3624384515725784623' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5464246939243671684</id><published>2009-04-09T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:28:21.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.on.9.april.2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's still burning hard for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got myself a notebook.my finger's feeling empty.i don't feel very good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i noe i should update shits here so that whenever i go back to my past entries,i can at least smile..for now,that's kinda hard..fresh flows free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's gng off to taiwan tonight..his bday's 2mrw...&lt;br /&gt;well,happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't feel like blogging.i only have singular words,not even a sentence being formed in my head.of course of how i'm feeling..let's just trust memories will rush through when i read this post and not go into details..that would be making things too much surreal,isnt it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish u'd come back online again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5464246939243671684?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5464246939243671684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5464246939243671684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;make it all a story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay,so i've privatised my blog for the moment..just coz i realised making it public seems to attract unnecessary comments by ppl whom i don't know and i don't even need to read their say.hence prolly next week or so i'll publicise this again,and well..life goes on,isnt it.*wags it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;watever it is,it doesn't give any impact to me.like a stone,u dig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ej and i are back together..not really,but it's where the whole 'trust' process takes place all over again..he had been a sweetheart the whole week though..trying hard and all,though a whole lot of screw ups,but it's fine..we made plans for the weekends and all..and it'll be my first!!anticipating,yet i feel like a nervous wreck thinking abt it..but one day i gotta try to experience it,isnt it..just don't really wanna look like a fool..bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so he fetched me from home just now,since he had his nite's out/off(have no idea)and surprised me when he really did say he's otw and i gotta start getting ready..it didn't start off good,but in the end,our arms are enveloping and all that jazz.it's like a week plus since i last met him...the burning desire to hold him was flaming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there's always something to bring the situation down when things are fine and dandy..he'll be off for taiwan on his bday,10 april..and not only that,he'll be off for 3 freakin weeks.fact that he was in brunei last month for 2 weeks on freaking valentine's day,now is this.but everything's planned..so i think it'll all be fine..hopefully..*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just cant wait for saturday,really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thanks loves for being there...i love each and every of u and u noe who u are..all the shits,the new or old ones, for lend ur listening ears,thank you..*mwah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and to all,i really,really miss you babes and dudes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im not done with work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yes,forever i'll be complaining. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5182346131191058408?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5182346131191058408/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5814245300541795980</id><published>2009-03-30T01:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:09:44.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.just.trying.to.find.my.way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;back home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;he finally called on thursday,which in the end i didnt go to work coz he had called quite late and i didnt get any wink of sleep..problems,problems..it's never ending yet when the person u seek solace so much finally appeared,everything is okay once again..yet when u think about it,he was the reason the need of solace happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;i didnt wanna make any decision..neither haste nor thoughtful one..coz i noe it will nvr be the one that i want one day..amidst of talking my heart and feelings split into two..of missing and of hate..wouldnt lie to say that..he had hurt me so much..i hate him for explaining coz it makes everything surreal..i hate him for telling me he loves me still..though i love him too..and i wish that everything didnt happen...to tarnish any happy endings that may be there for us..but rite now there's nothing else for me to trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;hence wat i thought that's the best was that i should just let him prove me wrong..that he's the worthy one and that one fine day i can trust him.which he agreed...he'll fight for us..for me?i just let fate take over and decide when i've finally see his point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;never have i been in this situation...giving chances just becoz ur heart says so..while the mind is telling me..take precautions..i took the risk..too much that we've gone through..i cant just leave and walk away...i love him..i still love him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;although everything was resolved,the baggage was too heavy for us to carry..the wound is still fresh,slit opened and still bleeding..we missed each other..we talked..we joked..we laughed...we smiled..end of conversation,im still hurting inside..everything is too fresh and too abrupt to start anew..or to continue the good times,from where we left it..but it's too abrupt for us to do that..and in the end i see us hurting...i see us hating...haste decision..complied and argued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;silence all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;due to insubordination he couldnt book out..the only time i can meet him is next weekend..but i dun even feel like seeing him,to be honest..i would wanna hug him,put my arms around him,and him around mine..but it's all still too raw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;im left with 0 fags eversince 2pm just now..rite now it's 2.03am..and a need of that rite now..i slept throughout the day,ira would've known,after sleeping on her while on the fone..rite now im fully awake,bro woke up,(he's back from qatar,yes)and asked if i want any mcdees..asked for filet burger,didnt eat except for breakfast..and rite now,waiting for him,typing away and contemplating to go down to 711 later to get my fags..the fact that it's gonna be damn dark outside and quiet,it gives me the creeps..but the thought of being outside is welcoming..oh yes,bro's back..looked in the mcdees plastic bag,he bought meal for me..and no other burgers/meals for him...i guess im not the only one rite now who needs a breather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;dead and gone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5814245300541795980?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5780244593016284055</id><published>2009-03-26T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:31:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.it.all.became.my.silent.scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Scp3_vrdheI/AAAAAAAAApQ/S0iPeK7x_9I/s1600-h/image-upload-221-774664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317194247078512098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Scp3_vrdheI/AAAAAAAAApQ/S0iPeK7x_9I/s320/image-upload-221-774664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Scp3_aWuf3I/AAAAAAAAApI/ErRZLTAaPMg/s1600-h/image-upload-219-750035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317194241354399602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Scp3_aWuf3I/AAAAAAAAApI/ErRZLTAaPMg/s320/image-upload-219-750035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Scp3_HDHD0I/AAAAAAAAApA/Zi9zFiRISig/s1600-h/2597_55772899844_648864844_1537634_2620461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317194236171849538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/Scp3_HDHD0I/AAAAAAAAApA/Zi9zFiRISig/s320/2597_55772899844_648864844_1537634_2620461_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt; good times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;breathe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;i miss him. i miss hearing his voice and i miss his laughter. i miss imagining his smile when he's talking over the phone. i miss his arms of grace and i miss his protection. i miss him and there's nothing else that i'm thinking of than a heart feeling amiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;we have yet to talk properly and resolve things..each time i call, his cell will be switched off..there's no way that i can get thru him..i would rather have this done and over with..not the 'deciding' part,but to just get the truth and to hear any explanations that he may give.. i just need him to come clear..and maybe one day, we'll create closure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;each time i think of him,a part of my heart starts to weep.disappointment. there's no longer rage or am i raving mad..actually for that whole prolly 20mins after knowng abt the picture,i was pissed. but after,i realised that yes,i was disappointed in him.. gng thru so much,of holding on,sacrificing for just one thing that makes life going...love.pretty &lt;em&gt;cliche&lt;/em&gt;,but that's how i've always been feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;i still love him,no doubt about that.weird,isn't it..he had hurt me so much till my heart literally bleeds yet i would wanna love him still..maybe he don't deserve to be part of me anymore,but as much as i don't want him,that's how much i want him.he made me believe his words,he lied thru his teeth and he betrayed my trust,wasn't loyal.i've always thought the best of him..regardless fights,squabbles and any arguments,i'll crawl back to him..again and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;but this is all too much..he had hurt me deeply..getting my back pierced soon,yet i get my heart pierced instead.nobody can ever believe he would do sucha thing..as one said.."i am loss for words"..nobody.he had always been the best picture framed..and when this happens,tainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;i cant give him another chance..maybe i can..but i wanna noe his story..i dunno y he switched off his cell since yesterday..but it seems he's avoiding me..not wanting to have the 'talk' maybe..but without that,how do we resolve things?as said..my mind is so calm rite now..if he wants me back..he gotta earn it...if he really loves me and is committed in this relationship..he gotta show it..he gotta be how he is,being the reason i fell for him..if i were to give in again,baggage.how do u trust someone who had did that at the first place?i still love him.but this is all too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;i miss him and i wish to hear his voice soon..eventhough one day he'll see the back of me,i would rather him explaining to me first before i walk away..maybe for good...or maybe to be with him again one day...once he did wat he could do to show that he is the one i should be with..always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;thanks to my babes,seriously for being there..tsue,rai,ira,nysh,lulu and uncle..the listening ears..all the advice and all the bitchings and being mad (for me)...u guys are the greatest..thanks for understanding how i feel and withstanding my complaints and thoughts..thank you..specially to ira,who paged me all the way in facebook eversince it happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;so it's confirmed im doing the star piercing on my back.next saturday?or next month's pay..surface piercing is expensive and it depends on ur skin of how long it'll last.but it's worth it.satisfaction to own's contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;and i need a drink(s).heinekin,margarita,baileys,martini or vodka?babes meet up soon.and uncle,let's go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;again,i miss you.&lt;/span&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/2545002864875656082-5780244593016284055?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5780244593016284055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5780244593016284055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5780244593016284055'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-3963812317692282974</id><published>2009-03-25T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:27:07.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.lie.to.my.face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;a woman's instinct's usually correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;i finished work early and went outta office by 7.15am..took the train which was packed and i knew that i don't wanna be home early..coz that's when it'll all hit me and i'll think about it all..alighted at bugis,took 12 home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;i stare into nothingness and everything came slowly to my mind..i stopped myself from crying..in fact nothing came to my eyes..it wasnt tired,neither teary..i was just..felt like a stone.i reminisced,thinking of all the things that we've done..the sacrifices we made..how we suffered..and now it's all left to waste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;once i reached home after that hour long journey,i tried calling.line was cut off,note to self to pay once midnight strikes.i went to my room,feeling so dazed..i sat on my bed..that was when i let myself cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;violently my body shook and hot tears streamed my face..i rocked myself as my lungs tighten to the multiple chokes and i lost it all.lost myself as i felt that the person crying is not me..scared myself,actually..coz it was all so horribly cried,somewhat.crying for a loss.yet..it shouldn't have been this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;a good 20mins of crying(not that i timed myself,just that i think it's that long)as i knew i had no control over it at all anymore...i tried counting 1-10..i was still shaking badly and wailing..i felt possessed.but i noe it's just emotions overcoming my sanity.i finally knew wat's the best remedy...of prayers..as i rocked my body and &lt;em&gt;selawat&lt;/em&gt;...after wat it seems like a very long time since i did that..i called God for help..i repeated the prayer i knew best...and it all soothed me..finally i stopped.and trust me,i've nvr felt so calm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;rite now i'm still clueless of wat to do..and i think time will tell..one fine day..hopefully..and then..i'll be okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;coz u've hurt me too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-3963812317692282974?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3963812317692282974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=3963812317692282974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/3963812317692282974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/3963812317692282974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/03/lietomyface.html' title='.lie.to.my.face.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-7838349896914456434</id><published>2009-03-24T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:23:52.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.your.lies.and.deceit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;drunken stupor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;in between our meet ups u'll get a text..from a fren that we both noe..a girl..had an arugment abt it,thinking what she wants and everything else..trusting the fact that she's just a fren that we both knew and nothing else.yesterday,sunday..in the midst of the movie u received a text from her.hastily u kept ur cell back in ur pocket.asked wat she wants.u said dunnoe..u cant reply coz my fault of not paying the bill yet.i sat at the corner feeling so detached from u..i finally gave in as we intertwined our fingers again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;today somehow my heart says..check out her profile..waddayanoe,she had just uploaded a new album..st james the other time that he went..where he said an event to be out with his bunkmates..trusted.note,i hate bfs gng to club.im just insecure that way.situation cocked up as u called that day saying he's only with his cq and our frens..the boys and some girls i noe..i think.isn't it supposed to be your boy's day out with ur ns frens?now where are they?and how come the rest are all there?argued,quarrelled but things resolved.note,this was prolly a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the album consists of my best fren's sister.individually i see them both,as i love the best fren very much.hearing stories from her about the sister,i thought nothing less..coz i noe her,and consider her as a fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;suddenly i see u in one of the picture..hhhmm...how come u're part of it?the same shirt u wore gng to st james before sending me off to work..though 2 jugs of prolly beer/vodka orange was covering ur right profile,i knew that shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hell...wat's there to think about...i skipped and went back to my profile and did my stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;again i went back coz it seemed suddenly weird..i scrutinize the picture again as i saw wat i dread the most..it was a shocking sight as i've always thought the best of u..and trusting u to st james..it was maybe the worst thing i could ever do..my body shook violently against the cold..not from the aircon nor fan that's in front of me...but from a cold blow smacked right in my face.my heart thumps madly...i looked and looked again.that kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe u were intoxicated..out of a drunken stupor..maybe my eyes played a trick on me.but right there,the evidence's so clear right in front of me..i cant believe wat u did...i just cant believe it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i gave a benefit of a doubt,thinking the picture deceived me.i called.u swore to god nothing happened..u denied everything.yet,when i was talking to u,the picture's rite in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;words may lie.hearing things may be a gossip.but pictures?they are the sole evidence of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;im still shaking and am choking on own's tears..i cant cry..not when im at work...already mistakes i kept doing..simply cant concentrate seeing wat had happened..blurring my vision with the water welling up wouldn't help at all...im simply disappointed in u..the last person i could ever think of to be cheating behind my back.yet right now,it's all in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i should've trusted my instincts when i read the texts she sent to u rather than believing ur words.it's past 14months we've been together..maybe u're off for some adventure..or maybe u want something more..and maybe she has wat i dun have.but honestly,i cant think of anything that she has that i don't.i'm brave enough and confident enough to say that i am much better than her and i dun need anyone else to tell me that im wrong.she may be older than me,or u..but that doesnt mean she noes well of wat's right or wat's wrong.hell,her bf's my neighbour for fuck's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to think of wat u did u to me is absolutely absurd.for the first time i am speechless and nothing came to mind.not rage,not arguments,nothing.just plain shocked and disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's time that i believe in myself and not your words.or anybody else's.i know that when u say ur 'i love yous' and 'i miss yous' are all sincere.but i would never noe whether it was meant for someone else...and i dunno how much that love weighs anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dun care about u telling me not to publicise our problems..see the thing here is that...this is my life now..no longer ours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;strike one,that 4months into the relationship i saw the text of u saying u missed her.(and u noe whom i'm talking about.)i trusted u still,i belived in you still,i gave u a chance. strike two,u lied saying u went out with ur uncle,but actually u were out with a fren of ours.i gave in,gave another chance. strike three,u did this. isn't this when they say.."you're out."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;you cheated.plain simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;**i dont write names coz their names dun deserve to be in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;neither in my life anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-7838349896914456434?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7838349896914456434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=7838349896914456434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/7838349896914456434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/7838349896914456434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/03/yourliesanddeceit.html' title='.your.lies.and.deceit.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8533994969318265557</id><published>2009-03-21T05:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T05:59:18.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.left.with.hearts.to.mend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;missed me?well i miss this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;hello everyone..after prolly a week or so of not blogging,well here i am..how's u doin?well, i hope..to whoever that reads..lady gaga had been of a great help of keeping me getting my momentum of working..the songs had been great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;work had been a bitch as always..i received the confirmation letter after completing 3 months into the company and a little bit of increment..so now i bring home more..well,good news for that..however bad news as a huge sum of my pay will be given for my bills.sucks,isnt it..note to self,never call overseas using m1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ej and i are doing great..as said in the previous entry,after the attempt of breaking up,things got better,but still with arguments..well,all relationships face that,rite?he's still sweet as ever..sending,fetching,calling and all the things that had been wished and prayed..so kudos to that,im holding on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;social life is totally zero.i've not met up with any of my frens,except those that i might have bumped into or impromptu decision to mit up.ppl whom i've not met for a very,very long time..my babes especially..tsue,rai,ira and nysh..god..been a very fuckin long time..and i have only myself to blame..working night had been sucha bitch..but that's the only way to feed myself,isn't it..i am very,very sorry..weekends are like for him..no..prolly on friday/saturday for him while sundays are my resting day..yet,i just cant find time to somehow meet up..i only have myself to blame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;bro's coming back from qatar come 27 this month..yes!!!he's getting me my laptop!!!oh yeah,baby!!i am super sexcited and am thankful..actually i had to remind him..and he wanted to give another alternative..but being the brat i am,he finally gave in.which i had to ask ej,pipi and wan wtf is a 'portable desktop'.yea...i noe.a total bimbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;pipi's getting married this july..4 july 2009 to be exact..my bday week,sia..and am dreading it actually..coz of my bday week,then like it means she and ally wont be ard at home anymore..and hell i am gonna miss her..okay..im like so tearing rite now..but she's the one that had been listening to my problems these past few days..there's always frens..but it's pretty different..as much i see my babes as my blood sisters,it's easier to talk to someone whom u see everyday and tell her wat's on ur mind..and one thing for sure..im gonna miss my angel,alethea..fug..it's hitting me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;later after ej finish his session at wan's place,off to mit him...night,off to mit hafiz the uncle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i feel fucking depressed rite now and i dun even noe why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8533994969318265557?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8533994969318265557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8533994969318265557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8533994969318265557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8533994969318265557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/03/leftwithheartstomend.html' title='.left.with.hearts.to.mend.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-6825453975690502956</id><published>2009-03-10T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:05:21.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.stupid.billing.system.can.eff.themselves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;hello everyone.how's you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;imma make this very brief since it's been awhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and it ain't nice to make others believe that it's realli over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;so wat's new?we are together still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;however,im pretty pissed at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i have tons of work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;needless to say,a personal assistant's a must for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;even if only for a week,well i don't mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;as long as end of each day i can finish the huge pile,rather than keeping it for 2mrw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and the routine would continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;since claims department could have one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;why not me..??regardless im new..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;im overpresurrized with all the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;if there's such word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;it's really,really tiring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and it's exhausting as things are still not good between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;of love,arguments and quarrels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;who doesnt go thru it all,rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;but im too tired of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;okay i gotta get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;as i said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;tons of work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i actually lost it yesterday and screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;eventhough now we've shifted to uob building,which is by singapore river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i chose to shout in the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;out of frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and my colleagues got shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;no heart attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;after shouting,feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;no.i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;coz im a brat and a crybaby like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and blogging right now ssssooo doesnt decrease this pile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i'll come back later to fill it all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;as usual,with details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;back to work,dids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-6825453975690502956?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6825453975690502956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5391833281830745253</id><published>2009-03-05T03:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:44:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.5th.of.march.2thousand9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;keep..holding on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;that song by avril lavigne kept playing in my head the whole day..yet i didn't do anything abt it..just let it play freely in my mind..i woke up with a start,thinking he texted me..instead,someone else..i went back to sleep.anticipating,cheking my mobile and gng though my texts..wouldnt noe if i opened my incoming texts while being asleep..none from him..i hoped again..endlessly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;wat is the secret to your sin?of paranoia.of insecurity.of drama.of hopes,dreams and wishing.impulsive.forgetting someone is by hating them..that is easier for me to do..but there's no way that i could hate him..there's nothing that i could hate him for..he had been the most perfect imperfect person i ever could come across..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;hell,where would u find someone that couldnt contain his excitement and gush out the planned surprise..yet,end of it,u're still shocked and surprised by it all..where would u find someone that would go all the way from yishun..taking 2 buses of an hour journey long to just fetch his gf at the void deck..for this 13months++ he had nvr failed that routine,only if there's a reason not to..where would u find someone that would pamper his gf so much that he accepts the fact that she's a brat and spoiled her even more..where would u find someone that would cry shamelessly and u still think that he is a real man because he teared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i chose this and i shouldn't turn back.maybe now is too early for me to end things.but wat i could foresee,an end to this relationship will happen once everything else starts for him..it's not easy..yea..im not strong enuf neither am i up to the challenge..but maybe there's too much sacrifices and too much pain that i've gone thru in this relationship with him that i just cant face anymore fallen hopes or even not seeing him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;he couldnt assure me with the questions that i asked.all u said was u don't know.so how am i to know,ej?insecurity got the best of me..regrets?i will one day.coz there's nobody that i will ever find to have such character in him,neither would any be able to do the things he does as mentioned earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;he truly is a great guy.so they say.."hold on to the person u love..not the person u like". there's nvr a person that i like at the first place..it had always been just him..the break up is just coz of obstacles that's gonna make my life tumble.and yea,im not up for it..not anymore..as i said to u,love..when u suffer,i suffer much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i called to hear ur voice..im still in denial..i can just eat my words and we can start all over again..but i noe that in days/weeks/months to come,we'll still be stuck in the situation we are currently in..and u still wont be able to assure me..so wat am i to do?linger ard to get hurt still?or make use of the time..and then let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i dunno y but im still wearing the engagement ring..and im still wearing the ring that marks our beginning..im still wearing the black cable wire that only YOU know what it means..and your name is still impaled in my heart,intact within my skin and carved in the sky..i don't know when it will all go away..i don't even know when i would want it to go away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;maybe i should take back my words and we'll be together again..and maybe...just maybe..i need u right now at the most to clear this pregnant mind of mine and enlighten me.i need you at the most right now..but u're nowhere..neither were u anywhere when we talked about the problem we're facing..that's the thing,ej..you were nvr there to give me assurances..and i cant live without it,knowing how i can think to the extend of misery.now, where are you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chrystalline tears rolled down blushed cheeks as each time her heart beats,it's all slowly fading..fading..?never had been..pounding hard your name with mine as i tried and tried to make believe..in denial as i can be as the memories replayed fresh in mind..never i thought it could be so hard..falling,falling..the end of our journey..no...never i thought it could be this hard..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5391833281830745253?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5391833281830745253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5391833281830745253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5391833281830745253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5391833281830745253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/03/5thofmarch2thousand9.html' title='.5th.of.march.2thousand9.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-3959884875934956977</id><published>2009-03-04T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:33:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.on.the.fourth.of.march.two.thousand.and.nine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;how do i say it..where should i start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;"just forget it.everything's over,okay..just forget about it all.."i see myself staring at the monitor..yet wat i saw; blank and my vision got blurry as drops of tears rolled down my cheeks."what have i done?the best?"i saw myself asking.i wouldn't be surprised if i see myself chasing after him again and eating my own words a few days/weeks later..but i noe that i'm tired of chasing after him..so i dun think that will happen anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;to have someone listen to my words and the least to understand my situation was very hard to come by..as i called out his name,only to hear the dead silence.thinking he was asleep and being frustrated as whatever i said was all wasted,i hung up and called again..asking.."were u asleep?"..and the response he gave just made me raging mad..i was disappointed..u said that u cant even remember eventhough it was sheer 2 seconds ago..and all the answers i needed the whole day..ur reply was that u don't even noe..so how am i to get assurance from u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;all these while it had always been the same answers u gave me..and all this while i held on by assuring myself that u are truly the one..that u're the one that make miracles happen and u're the only one i believe in..the one that i can be hopeful for for anything.but wat happens if one day it all had vanish into thin air?wat happened to the person i hope for?and it all had become such fallen hopes all over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;suffering is wat's been through..and i complied..to compromise..to hold on..to go thru thick and thin together..regardless we'll love each other..and every-single-thing i've told u and u've told me..but i dun need myself to suffer anymore..i took this choice to go thru this with u..but i dun expect to make myself be in a position where i'll suffer much more than i already am.the pain is unbearable.i can't do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;and u not assuring me anymore or at all..it made things harder...as now we're letting go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;i hope after the rank that u've got,well..may the best be with u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;my love for u had never been gone..but if i were to choose between happiness or more sufferings?i would choose the former..coz i can't take the latter anymore..not when it's gonna be worst than wat i've been through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;i've always loved you,baby..but loving someone is not the only answer to a happy ending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;now,be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;p/s: a day late but anyhoos..A BIG SHOUTOUT TO HAFIZ THE UNCLE..HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-3959884875934956977?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3959884875934956977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=3959884875934956977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>.that.4.days.in.your.arms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNUpyH0SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eFu5uFb4iLw/s1600-h/image-upload-24-745482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308703077971775778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNUpyH0SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eFu5uFb4iLw/s320/image-upload-24-745482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNUcAlq0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/vi0EiH6Stxw/s1600-h/image-upload-15-733256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308703074274356034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNUcAlq0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/vi0EiH6Stxw/s320/image-upload-15-733256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNT64osuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3SfasXyw0bE/s1600-h/image-upload-19-710381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308703065382630114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNT64osuI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3SfasXyw0bE/s320/image-upload-19-710381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNTqKuF1I/AAAAAAAAAm4/X-8KC2oDovM/s1600-h/image-upload-3-788482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308703060895078226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNTqKuF1I/AAAAAAAAAm4/X-8KC2oDovM/s320/image-upload-3-788482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNI8Ad8NI/AAAAAAAAAmw/qqKw5RV9eP4/s1600-h/image-upload-118-721093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702876705353938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNI8Ad8NI/AAAAAAAAAmw/qqKw5RV9eP4/s320/image-upload-118-721093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNIoDbnuI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wkT_pUn1FHQ/s1600-h/image-upload-18-762704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702871349075682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNIoDbnuI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wkT_pUn1FHQ/s320/image-upload-18-762704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watching shadows embrace on youtube.LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNIrpNAnI/AAAAAAAAAmg/DG4Uxts2xX0/s1600-h/image-upload-84-775811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702872312808050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNIrpNAnI/AAAAAAAAAmg/DG4Uxts2xX0/s320/image-upload-84-775811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tara love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNIZLqddI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vF42iROFPt4/s1600-h/image-upload-96-743371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702867357070802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNIZLqddI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vF42iROFPt4/s320/image-upload-96-743371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNIesDawI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kRfTXtP6TW0/s1600-h/image-upload-85-720429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308702868835101442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNIesDawI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kRfTXtP6TW0/s320/image-upload-85-720429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; once again,in the cubicle.HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;now's the time that i really need u,baby..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;how's ur weekends?mine was tiring hence the result of today,being shattered..beyond shagged..lethargic..exhausted..and well,u got the idea..anw,i didnt realli elaborate much about ej's arrival,huh?well,i reached in time as the boys were all getting their luggage as his parents and i waited at the entrance for him..he was surprised seeing me..hurhur...as planned =) and we all ate at mcdees for breakfast.sweet enuf to send me off in the cab,whilst his parents,another.reached my house and he went in as well.talked to mum..played with tara as pipi got out from the room,awoken by us..so ej shared his moments in brunei..after abt an hour or so he decided to head off for home as he was tired..sent him off,bringing tara along to take cab back home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;that friday night i had to work..he fetched me at the void deck and we head to raffles..okay..i swear i cant remember whether we had dinner or whether we walked ard of stuffs like it.brain really cant work at the mo'.but i noe that we had a stick with zahid before we all part ways..him,miting zul to watch midnight movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;next day everything was planned..to go to wan and andrew's gig at arts house..we had a tiff..i decided to sleep in..overslept as i finally woke up at 5pm.took a cab to esplanade mall as he was there along with kak ain and naaz..super random to bump into them..was at esp as kak ain's fren was performing..decided to join.note,i have not eaten the whole day.no breakfast,lunch nor dinner..so ej and i went off to breeks to have dinner..bfore that bought zul's present,wallet from topman which im glad he loved it..and yea..another tiff.fug..i think im really beyond control about my pms moments,really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh yeah!!he paid for my accessories in which i superbly love!!!thank you sayang!!then after we bought "celely..watermeloon"HAHAHAH...okay.inside joke,but bought drinks at that particular shop and played in the rain..i love it..where instead of cuddling,u walk in the rain,hand in hand with ur loved one and just embrace it all..just because it's realli a calming feeling..well thats how i feel..while for him,"rain?hell yea i can withstand it."-.- trying to be macho,boy??anw,we walked to suntec..we fooled ard..past 11pm..the queue for cabs were effing long..tried to call..network busy..blardy..we became fools as we hailed a cab at the bus stop.GOT IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;from one to another as finally we rested..bliss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;took a cab to his place..thunderstorm as i held tara close..his mum and grandma greeted me and were so happy i brought my little niece.regardless the aftermath of rain and constant remindings from both his mum and grandma we took a cab to zul's still.a whole lot of relatives were there..kenduri..thank god tara slept thru it all..ej is really sucha sweetheart as fags were calling my name as sid and me went to the void deck...amber is so big she's really mischievous,really..god..but anw,ej??i swear to u if ever the children that one day i might carry is his,they will be the luckiest kids alive..regardless zul being in the other room where he can join..he was in the other room playing with tara..taking care of her..super possessive,but god..i feel so wowified..and a compliment was given.."u have the fatherly look...the potential.." and sid said to him before we all go off for home.."u'll be a great father,bro.." and i cant help but to feel such warmth enveloping me..im proud..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cabbed back home as i passed tara to mum as me and ej had our supper at mcdees..watched videos on the ipod at neptune as we laughed our ass off..time ticked by as i clicked away..before midnight,off he cabbed back home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;he sent me off to work today..before that we had dinner at pastamania which made me shat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;okay.im done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;doubt any of u read till the end..coz it's very,very long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;well,i love details...hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy tuesday morning,glory..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and baby?i really miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-4826436575006632652?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4826436575006632652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=4826436575006632652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4826436575006632652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4826436575006632652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/03/that4daysinyourarms.html' title='.that.4.days.in.your.arms.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaxNUpyH0SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eFu5uFb4iLw/s72-c/image-upload-24-745482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8577947130580397867</id><published>2009-02-28T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:25:17.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.enraged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i'm pretty much PISSED OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;it's simply stupid to place non-speaking ENGLISH people to be in the service line.regardless as a customer service officer,a waitress or even at e cashier.unluckily for me,i encountered one today at cheers,lau pa sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;past midnight as we went there to buy food.the rest at the shops,myself getting chips and drinks at Cheers store.getting 2 bottles of pokka tea,chips and mentos,i head to the counter to pay.she separated my bags.im not anal at all about stuffing everything in one bag.hell,save the earth.so with my colleagues next in line to wait/pay for their own items,i told the lady at the counter to place everything in one bag.she gave a questioning look.i repeated. "u can just put everything in 1 plastic bag." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;soejfosnfwuegtipwubgwkgnewkgnekghqwpnuirthwifnkwqlnfkgn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i gave a fucking pissed off look.DO U FUCKING THINK THAT IM A FUCKING CHINESE OR EVEN SOMEONE THAT UNDERSTAND SO FUCKING WELL OF THAT LANGUAGE THAT U DARE TO EVEN REPLY ME IN MANDARIN???I FIND IT FUCKING RUDE OR EVEN INSULTING FOR FUCKING YOU TO REPLY TO ME IN THAT WHOLE FUCKING SENTENCE.OF SAYING "THERE'S NO BIG BAGS ANYMORE" (my colleague translated for me)THE FUCKING LEAST U CAN DO IS TO JUST SAY U CANT ANSWER OR TO HAND GESTURE OR SOMETHING.DON'T FUCKING EXPECT ME TO UNDERSTAND WHEN YOU'RE IN MY FUCKING COUNTRY AND IF U DUNNO HOW TO REPLY,PLEASE DO US ALL A FAVOUR AND SIMPLY FUCK OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i dunnoe wat the fuck singapore is doing.it's disgusting,revolting and suchs like it.regardless they earn way lesser than us or singaporeans dun wish to take up that job,but to place a non-speaking english person who is from china with thick fucking accent.fuck.i really find it insulting and totally a racist issue.if im a chinese person and if i get a reply such as that,i wouldnt mind.coz i can understand and reply as well.regardless of race,LANGUAGE or religion.RRRIIIITTTTTEEEEE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i am too pissed off,really..the fact that it's at laupasat and one of the tourist's attraction due to food and the historical building,it is just plain stupid,dumbfuck and racist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;and ej?if u've planned something for us i would go.but being selfless doesnt mean that that cant piss me off.period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FHIL BABY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5554594793627535876</id><published>2009-02-27T05:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:18:31.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.waiting.for.take.off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OHMYGOD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;im counting down the hours and minutes eversince the clock stroke midnight.work is sucha bitch as after learning something new,my work is more than wat i've been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;billing sure sounds like an accounting job,realli..wat with the debit ntoes and credit notes..thank god i do have higher nitec cert in accounting.hell,i gotta recount and shits like it.billing from the broker(my company)to the insurer for the client.bloody hell then after i gotta draft then after the servicers sign.after they sign,i gotta photocopy or grab the intermediary copy and then send out.and then it all starts all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;pretty hectic as i was running all over the place.and since i'll be fetching him,im wearing killer heels which is super not helping at all to make sure i wont fall.well,i was practically running to the printer,back to my workstation.thank god i didnt trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUCKING CANT WAIT!!6.40am i'll be leaving the office and surprise him.and to think he said he'll fetch me.lmfao!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;okay people!!i gotta ssssoo continue this workload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;till then,cheers!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MUHAMMAD RAFNEEZAN U MAKE MY HEART GO THUMPIN MAD RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='.waiting.for.take.off.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-516469837151555958</id><published>2009-02-26T04:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:10:43.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.when.it.was.an.end.to.the.beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;things might've ended by itself....i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;hello world..im anticipating the moment so bad..2mrw morning he'll be back..and well,i'll be giving him a surprise as i'll be fetching him at the airport..have yet to call mama to tell her since they'll be fetching him.gotta plan together,see..so that if he reaches first bfore me,they can stall the time..coz HE plans to fetch me at work instead at 7.30am..hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;so imma get out from the office by say 6.40am..by then will reach airport ard 7.15 or prolly a bit later than that..and am thinking of getting him flowers.no?i dunno..kinda weird to present him with a bouquet of flowers,actually..since he'll be out from the gate with the rest of the army boys..ok screw that idea..just me,myself would make it fine.. :D GAH!!!!!!CANT WAIT,REALLY!!!and that was the first to receive a text from a guy saying 'btw,im camwhoring' omg..really..to get some guy say that and admit to wat he's doing with a bunch of other guys,is just...*slaps forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;A HUGE SHOUTOUT TO ZUL!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i called at 2359..thinking of singing a bday song..but he was actually sleeping.sheesh!otw to lau pa sat to have supper with my colleagues,he called me.by then it was past midnight.so much of a surprise..instant reaction as to sing a bday song oh-so-loudly.forgetting that it was just me alone..usually either i'll make a conference call with others or to sing with a group of frens,see..kinda forgot about that so the other 2 colleagues of mine had a surprised,mouth agaped and eye-popping time for a bit.ha...expression?priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;check out 7eightnine at esp.it's a restaurant which is more like a chill out place..with live band and awesome ambience,u'll not regret going there.this guy approached me while having a fag at my workplace.introducing the 2-3month old place and all..a vip card just for me and i'll get to order 1for1,2for2 and up to 7for7 kinda thing.so imagine i get 2 glasses of wine,i'll get the other 2 for free...and the food?finger food,tapaz and course meals..so that goes for 1for1 as well!!and the dessert?reading the names and the description can  make u salivate.or for me just having triple orgasm in my mind.all i see was dark choc in the menu..*bites lips*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;so isnt it great?bring ur frens..get 7for7 or 5for5 or depends on the number of ppl and the price will be so reasonable.coz there's live band,it's at esplanade and it's cheap,balls!but wait.thing is,u gotta be approached by those ppl to get that vip access card..and the saddest part of it all?i have yet to pay the amount of $30.i am introducing to u all when i've yet to experience it.LOFUCKINGL LA SIA!!!but really..wat i say as above is true!!!about the promotion..ends on 31march09..so come down to raffles place between 8pm-10pm and find guys in white shirts and red landyards.hAHAHAHAHAH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;okay im done.WITH WORK AND IT'S ONLY 5.10AM!!!!off for a nap and more surfing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;tra~~ bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-516469837151555958?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2687311341486080789</id><published>2009-02-25T04:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:51:07.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.of.two.hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaRc_-YEEeI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WRIb3Zgedac/s1600-h/image-upload-16-724310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306468515094729186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaRc_-YEEeI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WRIb3Zgedac/s320/image-upload-16-724310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my little angel,ally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaRc_vmeoBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/3YOEZ5xw8TY/s1600-h/image-upload-32-739517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306468511128657938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaRc_vmeoBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/3YOEZ5xw8TY/s320/image-upload-32-739517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;yes,in the toilet havin a smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;when you're gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;pay day kicked in..transferred money,payed my bills.within 15mins after checking my pay,i've already used 1k doing all that.like omfg!!yea..the amount left is wat i need to survive on till 25 next month.thank god gst will be in prolly by the 28 or end of the month..at least 200bucks extra would've helped me to breathe easy still...well,hopefully..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;the amount of work is overwhelming..but noe,wat?im left with only 1 more folder to do..kudos to self..i am very,very,very exhausted and it tires me out the most when i break the momentum of doing from one document to another..suffer now..next month they'll review my performance..better do my best.hell,i've done my best since day1..it's like 3 months already working in this company.a few changes as the director sent an e-mail saying that i have 7servicers under my name.while the senior ones have prolly 6 only??1servicer makes a huge difference,okay.their pending documents in my in-tray is very-oh-so high.regardless end of day i clear it out,i wouldnt be one to be used in this company.it says so much of how i worked at NTUC Income(former company)and got the highest leads at one point of time.they pushed me..i did my best.somehow it became part of me to give my utmost effort everyday.wat do i get at the end of it?nothing.&lt;em&gt;touche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;on friday morning ej will be back..and i am anticipating the day that i'll be in his arms again..i realli miss him..thank god not as much back then during bmt where i cry in most of the calls and i felt too darn lonely.i do feel lonely and empty somehow but work took over the loneliness and well,my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;to hell with my previous entries,realli..i just wanna delete it,but let's just ignore it when i chance upon it,yea?it's depressing when i read it again..sympathizing myself not.it's just the heart will be where it was and feel how it felt each time i read it.and the feeling's pretty fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;happy wednesday morning,daisies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2687311341486080789?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2687311341486080789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaRc_-YEEeI/AAAAAAAAAjg/WRIb3Zgedac/s72-c/image-upload-16-724310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-245473533048435127</id><published>2009-02-24T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:33:41.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.i.wish.i.could.be.every.little.thing.u.wanted.all.the.time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaLy-xjJijI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uJVXteer05k/s1600-h/broken%20without%20u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306070471262439986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaLy-xjJijI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uJVXteer05k/s320/broken%2520without%2520u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaLy-ntknSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/nPW_vSkSTbM/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306070468621802786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaLy-ntknSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/nPW_vSkSTbM/s320/reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the truth about greater humanity is what we're oblivious to.Lucky,when we think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;my line's been disrupted due to outstanding amount.i fucked m1 bad..inclusive of the manager as i called on sunday saying i'll settle my payment on the 25th since that'll be my pay day.the person said okay.today i woke up and i cant text/call no more.that's when the lashing began.apparently my upcoming bill is like 900++ yes..fucking hell i was like wtf!!totally jumped outta bed when he infomed me of that amount..due to overseas calls..god..hence bcoz of the high amount they can't give leeway for me to pay on the 25..though it's only fucking 2 more days..or 2mrw,since it's already the 24th right now.so i think i'll settle this month's bill and just pay $900..so that that upcoming bill will be lesser..hell,i'd be left with only $1k.not enuf still to survive..well suffer now then later,rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;called tsue by office phone just now and she laughed her ass off when i told her that my line's been disrupted.she laughed her ass off..yes,that's how much a bestfren she is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i feel super bored and weird without any texting or calling..in the end i see myself playing with the game in my phone.bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;.cigarettes.and.chocolate.milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;that song makes me high..with that drony and monotonous voice of rufus wainwright..everything seems to be all settled and cooled down..things had not been well to be honest..what with the m1 bill and all..sigh..everything just have to overfuck me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;she said that we'll be giving each other the cold shoulder for a few weeks or so..then only we realise things will be alright..hhmm...i dunno..somehow i thank god that i can't text no more..coz a reply was so promising to wat u just texted..it hurts still,really...it's weird to come to think of it..the last person i could ever imagine hurting me..but somehow u did..and it did..prolly a question of how so..but i myself cant answer that..just that the heart's real bruised at the moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;regrets,regrets...no point of it..if i could turn back time,hell i'd redo every single thing i did wrong from the start of my life..but there's no use of it now..wat's been done is done...somehow i foresee that if ever i bump into u..i'll just give a stoned face.without hello nor smile..neither vengeance nor to spite..but i guess that's really me...to block self with a wall to not feel anything at that point of time..till u're gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i still feel like a fool..embarrassed and all..it's like u anticipate for the wrong thing,at the wrong timing..coz it'll nvr be mine.."dun wanna lose u just yet even as frens"..hell,i dun even noe im up to it for the former or latter..all i noe is that i should've taken back all the words that's been told and kept my mouth shut.it's nvr gonna be the same...and i cant go about bitching anymore with u..coz it'll nvr be the same..nvr be the same..if ever i see u again,that's the time that i truly dread the most..coz i noe that i've hurt a person or two..and that u hurt me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;well,just continue with wat life gives,isn't it?&lt;/span&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/2545002864875656082-245473533048435127?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SaLy-xjJijI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uJVXteer05k/s72-c/broken%2520without%2520u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2212945154694421552</id><published>2009-02-20T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:30:22.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.back.in.2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;slaughterhouse massacre 07..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2WRHSJwVI/AAAAAAAAAio/YmMk5N2lMc0/s1600-h/_MG_0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304561156869439826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2WRHSJwVI/AAAAAAAAAio/YmMk5N2lMc0/s320/_MG_0895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2WRBWzgWI/AAAAAAAAAig/tC7oGXMeSEo/s1600-h/y1pDx_VMje6ZPc-oRUJQz_d_IAb9tAOMsIyZiAl5enyZ6IeikXZrd4LWL0L_0bjcsU3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304561155278340450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2WRBWzgWI/AAAAAAAAAig/tC7oGXMeSEo/s320/y1pDx_VMje6ZPc-oRUJQz_d_IAb9tAOMsIyZiAl5enyZ6IeikXZrd4LWL0L_0bjcsU3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsue the bestie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2WRL5aw-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/4z4piPH2RqM/s1600-h/y1p7ysjNMeT9DJe-k7ed53ohnM94VAknmrUEEVYzXEbV4TCWH2Oxbon4tMc-lyiNx4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304561158107874274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2WRL5aw-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/4z4piPH2RqM/s320/y1p7ysjNMeT9DJe-k7ed53ohnM94VAknmrUEEVYzXEbV4TCWH2Oxbon4tMc-lyiNx4c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2WRK6em_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AWOhccoKjm4/s1600-h/_MG_1096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304561157843885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2WRK6em_I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AWOhccoKjm4/s320/_MG_1096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back in school with the only ppl i would ever be with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V4SHaZCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/C3Ab3gW3RxY/s1600-h/y1p2eeScfK0bhe_fJiv8zH16OHfxmy0bZgLDBXvemBYge0CpsTxQWiob9g_DlQn1D4F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560730280453154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V4SHaZCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/C3Ab3gW3RxY/s320/y1p2eeScfK0bhe_fJiv8zH16OHfxmy0bZgLDBXvemBYge0CpsTxQWiob9g_DlQn1D4F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outing with didi1 back at fort road 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V4MfPMGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Y0Dy8uIRm9g/s1600-h/52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560728769769570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V4MfPMGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Y0Dy8uIRm9g/s320/52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; super macam paham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V36jHZhI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3Nbf-OaZeNw/s1600-h/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560723954198034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V36jHZhI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3Nbf-OaZeNw/s320/51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V3-Bu6qI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6a_61yMWIV0/s1600-h/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560724887923362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V3-Bu6qI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6a_61yMWIV0/s320/49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rai the bestie's bday 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V3m5j73I/AAAAAAAAAho/lfiQB0U5WCw/s1600-h/y1phR1K4vgJXD3w7dqaKDXwMMqjwZ3tPbMUYOG3gmKjhC2RP-Xguzl9mZv_MvLzEbW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304560718679633778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZ2V3m5j73I/AAAAAAAAAho/lfiQB0U5WCw/s320/y1phR1K4vgJXD3w7dqaKDXwMMqjwZ3tPbMUYOG3gmKjhC2RP-Xguzl9mZv_MvLzEbW2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;there's a whole lotta things in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that teaches nothing is forever as everything dies one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;there's a whole lotta things in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;to sacrifice,to compromise and to trust..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;there's a whole lotta things in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that makes our lives complete..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;there's a whole lotta things in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that makes us a better person looking back at yesteryears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;there's a whole lotta things in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that we should appreciate and learn from our mistakes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;there's a whole lotta things in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;that i truly and sincerely miss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;dids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2212945154694421552?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2212945154694421552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=2212945154694421552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2212945154694421552'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>.the.voice.inside.my.head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm drowning in my own song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's easier said than done..it had been sucha great time,yet everything should end one day..i've nvr felt like a fool before..this is the time that i should truly regret of wat's been done..and im ever so sorry for placing you in this kinda situation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it hurts when someone literally rubs reality right in your face..though tried with careful words or even tone of voice full of remorse or sympathy..yet you know what's been indirectly said..not that that was the whole intention of that person,yet you knew it all along,but was just oblivious to it.chose to be oblivious to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;all the 'ifs' and 'maybes' should nvr have been part of the question.the answer's there.right there.but i chose to walk one whole round..took my time..be selfish..took the opportunity to fulfill my desire before the question came right up to me.and when it did...i fell..and guilt hovers me like it always do..when u noe that u've hurt a person or two..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;there's never a point that we need to make..never a chance to even try..but regardless,we thought we did..eventhough,end of the day things are still the same,though now left broken..so wat was the point of even doing it?to see the outcome when we noe there's none at the first place?to see wat was left when history was made?there's no point at all..there's nothing there..nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so why am i hurting?why isit hard?what happened to the frenship we forged after that incident of thinking.."u let me hang loose"..wat happened to that?will it come back again after all that had happened?or will it be awkward for u or me to say hello when we bump into each other in the streets?will i still get that "hello" each time i'm down,without even telling you?or will it be the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i told you...there was a beginning...now's prolly the end..but the middle's all muddled..confusion..but now the middle's history..regrets?i do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and im ever so sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-6553770631327252446?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6553770631327252446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=6553770631327252446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/6553770631327252446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/6553770631327252446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/thevoiceinsidemyhead.html' title='.the.voice.inside.my.head.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2380126244439870414</id><published>2009-02-17T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:43:10.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.in.2.weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;when you're down &amp;amp; lonely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;ej went off for brunei on the 13 feb instead of 12 feb due to the wrong name list..so went to the airport twice. -.- i was on leave on 12feb..hence took mc the next day to send him off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;that night i sent forwarded texts to everyone to pray for his safety..numerous texts which i forwarded back to him..glad he's touched..so one of them that replied was hafiz samurai or whom i call uncle..at about 1+am he asked to join his bunkmates go rounding..agreed..was welcomed with 2 cars and 4 or 5 bikes at the carpark..holy..more than 9 ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;we spent valentine's day...like any normal single people..with a group of loved frens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;raymond,joanna,hanif,rico and 2 other guys joined the lot as we went to marina barrage..first time there,honestly i was disappointed..not as fancy as esplanade and also it has that 'empty' feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;got home about 5+am...and fell asleep only about 8plus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;well now..a huge pile welcomed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;sigh...it's wrong...but it seems so right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'maybe we're worth a trillion times better in years to come..maybe not now, who noes in thankful years to come.."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;i'll always remember that sentence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;well,happy tuesday loves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2380126244439870414?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2380126244439870414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=2380126244439870414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2380126244439870414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2380126244439870414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/in2weeks.html' title='.in.2.weeks.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5497271175771104217</id><published>2009-02-12T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:16:50.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.2.words.boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT FUCKING SLUR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FUCKING HATE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5497271175771104217?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5497271175771104217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5497271175771104217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5497271175771104217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5497271175771104217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/2wordsboy.html' title='.2.words.boy.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8167575263022606780</id><published>2009-02-12T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:05:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.0105.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;sure is ironic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;guilt hovers me dampening the whole journey to work..he's been very nice as to send me and fetch me from work..from late nights to the early mornings..i am appreciative of that..sure is great to see him start and end of day..something that i doubt i could ever return as eversince being in the relationship or even while dating with him,he had always been sending or fetching me..and nvr once had he failed to break that routine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;it's already a year into the relationship..compromise and trust is the key to happiness to one's journey..but somehow without those two,it worked perfectly fine for me still..eventhough there were countless hiccups and tiffs,we still hold on to each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;a woman's instinct's usually accurate..i dunno whether it's just paranoia or insecurity that got into me just now..or it's just that those lies are of an obvious..never a time that u'd put or understand which point im talking about..it's always the wrong assumption..like wat i've said okay to is done and over with.but when explanations are being voiced about wat had upset me,u'd still think of the former..it really kills to have u think more than a minute to the question i asked just now..wat was that "aku tau" about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;u said that watever u say wont make any difference to wat i think..of u lying..well,once bitten,twice shy..i'd nvr want to be in the same situation again where u lied through ur teeth and got mad with me for thinking otherwise..when actually wat i asked before were the facts.the truth.i dun want that to happen again.so trust my own instincts.did it get better of u?no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;the guilt that im having is that u've been such an innocent sweets..but each time..there's always something that upsets me..maybe i should control or stuffs like it..but how can i when it's literally right in my face..how come i'm not told of wat's going on...im not sure whether im over  being mad with u..but i noe for sure is that i really wish and hope that u'd nvr tell a lie..hell,u've nvr told a lie..coz probably without compromise nor trust,i'd still be okay?maybe i will never be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drifts..drifted..drifting..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;happy thursday morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8167575263022606780?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8167575263022606780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8167575263022606780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8167575263022606780'/><link 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273614656881666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoQ-LGRAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T5CotagUC8E/s320/image-upload-176-713187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoQ3VqWkI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UzaTrqbcBhc/s1600-h/image-upload-76-797370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273612822141506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoQ3VqWkI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UzaTrqbcBhc/s320/image-upload-76-797370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoQoU6sgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/pclR5bFvKxw/s1600-h/image-upload-46-777394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273608792486402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoQoU6sgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/pclR5bFvKxw/s320/image-upload-46-777394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.advanced.valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHyRlb0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4rOA-4eXf7A/s1600-h/image-upload-233-758110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273456844042050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHyRlb0I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4rOA-4eXf7A/s320/image-upload-233-758110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .lofuckingl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHnSfJGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/wvrLorodOs0/s1600-h/image-upload-251-724861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273453895033954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHnSfJGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/wvrLorodOs0/s320/image-upload-251-724861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.that.1.year.anni.guitar.gift.for.him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHtdj-JI/AAAAAAAAAg4/P2sDvo6nYgY/s1600-h/image-upload-216-799436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273455552100498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHtdj-JI/AAAAAAAAAg4/P2sDvo6nYgY/s320/image-upload-216-799436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHu1MHJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jc1ubvGBLxo/s1600-h/image-upload-232-713988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273455919635602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHu1MHJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jc1ubvGBLxo/s320/image-upload-232-713988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHduzbmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ortRA_ogvSE/s1600-h/image-upload-222-729706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301273451329449570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoHduzbmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ortRA_ogvSE/s320/image-upload-222-729706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;im still sick..just now while walking to find a particular file,i almost fainted..just now in the morning otw home i almost puked,fainted and felt super giddy..but i didn't..taking mc for wednesday night is so promising..but i noe that i cant do that..coz work will pile up as high as ever..and when i recover,i will for sure be so stressed..and he won't be there to soothe me as he'll be in brunei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;love will be off in 2 days time..or shall i say 1more day since it's already wednesday now..he's been a sweetheart..met up with him almost everyday except sunday and monday..as he's in camp and former with his band..so the pictures says it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;since he cant celebrate valentine's with me..well,hence the bear..i swear it is super soft and cuddly..and my nose was empowered with his perfume smell..smart ass just noe wat to do to make me better..and he's not the type to write things down,so it was very surprising that he wrote some stuff on the card..which was so very sweet of him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm really,really blessed to be with him..honestly i dun need gifts to keep the relationship gng nor do i need surprises..sure once in a blue moon it's nice to get it all..but just being with him makes me contented..and if there's sucha meaning,i feel more than that..i can be a brat..or even *slides word* spoilt.but when it comes to gifts or anything that has a price on it,i dun need it...just him would be more than fine.but thank you,baby..seriously..i'll give a belated valentine's gift instead,okay.. i swear i dunno where that $2k++ goes to..so let's just wait for the next pay shall we..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and yes,that was me 'tapping' on his guitar..a skill he taught..that *sigh* i suck in it as well as other skills he had taught..but hey..at least i got it still,okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;im sure gonna miss u for that 2 weeks...hell,i'm missing u already!!mum might be sending him off at the airport come thursday as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy wednesday,loves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cant wait to see u again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-4667591309159905061?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4667591309159905061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=4667591309159905061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4667591309159905061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4667591309159905061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainorshine.html' title='.rain.or.shine.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZHoQ-LGRAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/T5CotagUC8E/s72-c/image-upload-176-713187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2133900319671751508</id><published>2009-02-10T04:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:30:33.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.u.make.me.better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZCSP-Y9CuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Swse5ZU1mZM/s1600-h/image-upload-192-745131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300897564558428898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZCSP-Y9CuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Swse5ZU1mZM/s320/image-upload-192-745131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;im sick as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i took mc last thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;im sick as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i don't wanna take mc for this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;im sick as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i'm taking leave on thursday to send him off to brunei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;im sick as hell.&lt;br /&gt;a whole lotta pictures to upload but i don't have the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;im sick as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;tons of files welcomed me as i stepped into the office -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;im sick as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;there's nothing i can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2133900319671751508?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2133900319671751508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=2133900319671751508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2133900319671751508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2133900319671751508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/umakemebetter.html' title='.u.make.me.better.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SZCSP-Y9CuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Swse5ZU1mZM/s72-c/image-upload-192-745131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8582210680304168561</id><published>2009-02-06T04:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:46:57.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.doubts.comes.easily.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it took you 2 hours and i'm suppose to believe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8582210680304168561?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8582210680304168561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8582210680304168561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8582210680304168561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8582210680304168561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/02/doubtscomeseasily.html' title='.doubts.comes.easily.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-1655355215635316479</id><published>2009-02-04T03:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:11:34.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.heart's.content.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sometimes it's good to reminisce..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i only had say 15-20 letters to draft..to be issued to the clients..and im already done..and i have nothing to do..was so bored hence i went back to my old blog, &lt;a href="http://www.ladiedidi.spaces.live.com/"&gt;http://www.ladiedidi.spaces.live.com/&lt;/a&gt; and read my past entries..spent prolly 2 hours reading,sia..and the memories rushed back fresh in my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i wonder how come it was so hard for me to move on last time..where i keep holding on to each piece of memory hence it made everything hold me back rather to moving forward.it's like it was so and too precious that i had made that decision and choice to stay.anyone reading from a window would have seen everything so clear.that i was relunctant to move on..prolly due to feelings,but more like the memories with that person.and now when i read again,it is very much clear to me pale in comparison where i was all confused with my own emotions..gawd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i read from ex-bfs to another..there were so many differences in how i was in that relationship..where i totally despise one,love another and neutral the other..i remember vividly one point of time while reading,the msn exchange that me and one of them had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it went something like "i feel guilty in seeing my name in each entry in ur blog.." and "i noe i will nvr go back to u coz there's no more love,didi.." and "pls talk to me..i beg of u.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;those 3 sentences brought the best outta me as i noe that i was stupid and desperate enuf to earn one's love..to hold on to memory when it doesnt mean anything to the other..i feel dumb,to be honest..to let myself be in that position..but it was a pretty messy break-up..coz there was baggage after the whole ending..the one that i held on coz i missed and loved him still..while the other one that i realised..whooh..a totally rebound relationship,something i shouldn't have done or got myself into at the first place..lesson learned?yes,i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;now i have ej..a year had passed and am still madly in love with him..it irks me as i read my past entries..the profanities being thrown here and there..regardless it makes my blog 'colourful',it makes me quite disgusted actually..at least now i dun cuss and swear as much,rite?and so i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy wednesday,loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-1655355215635316479?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2024298071359031371</id><published>2009-02-03T05:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:28:50.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.SHUT.THE.F***.UP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;it's too early..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;second post on the same day..i finshed my work at 4.30am..3 more hours before i can get my ass off this seat for home..i have nothing to do..i asked the person that gives the work to me..she said there's none to give..time wasting away..i see myself bloghopping and doing stupid stuff..went for fag breaks more than i can remember eversince working here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i can take a nap..my eyes feel so heavy..im in dire of sleep..hell yes.but it's gonna be weird,hearing my other colleagues working their ass off while i take my rest..i feel so restless right now to be honest..i need something to do..for eff's sake im at work..i cant be lazing ard,isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;6more minutes before i gotta wake my ghumbra..isit 5.30am that i gotta call him or 6am?i have no idea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;u noe wat?eff it.let's just rest for a while..btw there's 2 more colleagues who joined the night shift..and the one that had been here eversince day 1 with me is fighting with the radio with the new one..firstly indian songs blasting from the radio..the other colleague,mandarin songs from his computer..can u imagine how effing annoying that is?no wonder my head's throbbing mad.so the former tuned to class 95,my all time favourite radio station..only to have the other increasing his volume.FUG!!!.so plug that earphones and let's lamb of god all the way..11th hour...\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2024298071359031371?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2024298071359031371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-3441746428337785560</id><published>2009-02-03T00:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:51:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.starry.night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYckYUCPCgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qAyWt1HhQVA/s1600-h/image-upload-21-744343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298243486738221570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYckYUCPCgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qAyWt1HhQVA/s320/image-upload-21-744343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYciCVn62DI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2kPMP-wU52o/s1600-h/image-upload-116-762637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYchsYhNq2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/8AZYnbmWobU/s1600-h/image-upload-109-794941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298240533004397410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYchsYhNq2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/8AZYnbmWobU/s320/image-upload-109-794941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYchsUgIELI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/92nsMnxS4fQ/s1600-h/image-upload-124-718313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298240531926094002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYchsUgIELI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/92nsMnxS4fQ/s320/image-upload-124-718313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYchsbHkVcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/44ELpOAUH68/s1600-h/image-upload-54-742599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298240533702137282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYchsbHkVcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/44ELpOAUH68/s320/image-upload-54-742599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYchsIEFa4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/MLPHHAV6FZI/s1600-h/image-upload-71-753359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298240528587254658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYchsIEFa4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/MLPHHAV6FZI/s320/image-upload-71-753359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;nothing is forever..everything dies one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;there's too much things for me to blog about..i'll just give it quite a short description..hopefully..so that whenever i chance upon my old entries,the memories will still be vivid in my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;so on saturday we went out to shop..before that i was pissed mad with him coz he booked out late,which means limited time for us to spend the evening together..so after lashing at him on the fone and taking my own sweet time getting ready eventhough he's at my void deck already,i got out of the house about 7pm..storming down the stairs when suddenly i saw a bouquet of daisies being held out.oh so sweet!!yea..he just noes how to calm this raging self which annoys me sometimes coz i just wanna be mad..but he noes his ways.sheesh!head to city hall,joined the throng of ppl who's gng for chingay/post party as me and him head to raffles city for my shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;waited for zul,ina and naz..went to burger king for my late dinner..has and lut came along..alas the bday boy,mon came..bought starbucks cake which my ex-fling was working..fug,girls..yes..it was yan cheapo!!the guy who asked me to pay everything on the first date!!eeks!!no worries..the whole dating thing didnt go anywhere after..thank god!!so we head to chopsticks to celebrate..fooled ard,camwhored and off we went home..self,ina and mon took a cab home..while the boys,their train ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;yesterday showered and got ready and packed the little girl's stuff..brought my 3months old niece to his place as his family's dying to see her..apparently his parents went to jb..hence only his grandma,him and wawan were at home..they played with her and she tried to echo their sounds..super cute..eventually his parents got home along with his aunt's family..whoah!!the house was noisy and super fun..seems as though there was a gathering,eventhough it was just 2 families in one home.ej sent me and tara off till my house..then me and him had supper at mcdees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;and i shat.(if there's sucha past tense)big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so today rai was sucha sweetheart as she and fhil waited at aljunied mrt to join the same train as me..just to send me off to work..love u huney.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;tired,and gotta start my work.so that's all i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;and that last pic's the Ibanez guitar i got for him for our one year..woots!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;happy monday,lovelies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-3441746428337785560?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYckYUCPCgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qAyWt1HhQVA/s72-c/image-upload-21-744343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-6939100466606834775</id><published>2009-01-30T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T03:21:56.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.carpe.diem?.not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A HUGE BITCH SLAP to zul. -.-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear u can be super gay.HAHAHAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yesterday was my first encounter..well,prolly would noe wat i mean when i put night+office+only 2 ppl working at that floor..freaked me out and i think that either my imaginations had run wild eversince,or it's realli happening where i hear things upon opening the office door today.and it doesnt help that im on my 2nd day of period..prolly that had triggered it to well..'disturb' us last night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;all memories are still vivid in my mind..i read my past entries..and it was super detailed(i noe..-.-) that i could just relive it and re-enact my actions..im all smiles..it had been all smiles..eventhough there were so many times where we'd quarrel..but all's good..however...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to tell the truth,the past still haunts me..that 4 months into the relationship with him where all trust was broken and i felt so betrayed..people forgive..but can never forget..i dun voice it out anymore..i dun bring up about it..coz all he would say is that 'it's the past and i already apologised..' it affects me so bad it'll be brought to my dreams which will turn out to be a nightmare once i wake up..hence,paranoia and insecurity..okay.put that aside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;now wat's realli bugging me is that 2 weeks of him gng to brunei..whenever i read those lines again,it's like gawd!!how petty,dids..but the heart is somehow feeling something's amiss each time i think about it..they'll say dun think about it..and then wat?when the time realli comes?then wat?do i just go about each day as how it gives?no can do,huney..i gotta be mentally prepared for things..so that when it happens,i noe for sure of wat i gotta do..fug.it's making me sick to the stomach as to how ns is still and such a biotch!!protect the country my ass.we'll all be dead even before the men could hold up their rifle once war comes.or maybe not.*touch wood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the days and time's ticking..for all i noe i'll be sending him off at the airport come 12feb..valentine's can kiss my blardy ass.i still blame him for my unhappiness.but i blame him too for my happiness.now how in the world can that happen??fugginhell!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;life sucks,and then you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy friday,mofos..one more night of work,dids..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;one more night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-6939100466606834775?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6939100466606834775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=6939100466606834775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYCR_5Dh6yI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SHaz2SvUAJI/s1600-h/image-upload-38-787313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296393688621116194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYCR_5Dh6yI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SHaz2SvUAJI/s320/image-upload-38-787313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .cosmetics-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYCR_hSIG1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Jb2tRrrAo2g/s1600-h/image-upload-49-754616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296393682239888210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYCR_hSIG1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Jb2tRrrAo2g/s320/image-upload-49-754616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYCR_rciuHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/pkApN3-2hUE/s1600-h/image-upload-38-775669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296393684967929970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYCR_rciuHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/pkApN3-2hUE/s320/image-upload-38-775669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;never ending war..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;it's true wat my colleague said..the 4 days of holidays will pass by quickly,as if it didn't happen.i dread going to work..from the start of work,i cant feel my fingers..as though the nerve had died or something..it's weird typing..eventhough it's just 4 days since i touched the keyboard..nevertheless it was sucha great holiday,as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;time was spent with him..it's not enuf still..never will be..but it was satisfying as i get to cuddle and acknowledge his presence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;he fetched me from work on saturday morning..yes!!with his ibanez guitar!!damn sleek with his loved whammy bar or however-u-should-spell-it as we cabbed to our destination..he taught me 'tapping' and i played with the whammy bar..which was uber cool!! so after 6pm there i went off for home while he waited patiently at my void deck for me to shower and get ready again..so we went to have dinner at swensens and chilled out a bit..the pictures are still in the digicam,have not uploaded..so will update him with his guitar soon..contented, as he loved the guitar,happy 1 year gift to u,baby.."ESP" in 4 year's time,k..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;off we went home as he sent me off,myself super pms-ing..don't like it as i perspire more and i feel super fat..so we met up again on monday..he fetched me at my void deck as we went to ct hall,suntec to mit his family..en route there we fooled around as most shops were closed and suntec was like a ghost town as everyone's celebrating cny..so we danced and jumped and gosh..it was realli that 'moment' where u feel euphoric,not caring the world and just have that time to be u..amidst the onlookers,the people sitting at the mini fountain inside..i gave an artistic jump and danced and he did the same..we smiled,we giggled,we laughed..till we reached the basement to meet my in-laws.kehkehekh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;god..i miss his mum so..as wawan got excited upon seeing us and we walked..to have dinner..most restaurants were closed,so we had dinner at swensens...AGAIN.i gave them all a treat and paid the bill,with his mum interrogating me whether i paid for it..and i had to keep it a secret coz babe said that his mum will kick up a fuss if she were to noe about it..we then went to carrefour as all shops were closed..needless to say..fooled ard again,i grocery shopped for my mum..well,bought coffee and dish sponges for her and air refreshener for my room.. -.- and ej's mum picked up koko krunch for me..thanks to ej who tricked me when i thought it was actually for his family.blardy..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;we sent them off to the bus stop..(i realli love them) while ej and i head to esp..dunnoe why,but it's been a while..the crowd..oh god!!all i see was chinese!!apparently there was a show since it's cny..we sat at the steps and talked..that was when i received a text from rai..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;10.30pm..we cabbed to east coast..greeted by rai and fhil as we joined bart and wati..talked nonsense and reminisce mine and fhil 'drunk' moments while they laughed their asses off..and ghost stories..nearing 1am..cabbed back home with rai and ej..he insisted on sending me first,then cab back to yishun..how sweet can he get,realli..ej and i sat at neptune..we talked about future,the present and our career..it was realli a good and matured conversation in things that we realli wan2 achieve..it was then it fell upon us that it's gonna be real hard..but regardless,we'll still have each other to fall back on..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;hands playing and feeling dazed..we didnt get back home only till afternoon..i cried and voiced my thoughts..that 2 week's not gonna be easy..it'll be difficult emotionally..a kiss and a very long hug..as i fell asleep in his arms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;now,i gotta start doing my work and stop going through websites..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;happy thursday,starlights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-6733737157975634337?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SYCR_5Dh6yI/AAAAAAAAAb4/SHaz2SvUAJI/s72-c/image-upload-38-787313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-3232683103588541228</id><published>2009-01-23T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:54:16.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.nothing.can.keep.them.apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;and so what's left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;i knew this would happen and i knew how it's gonna be..i took this job as i pounced on every opportunity given..and lady luck was my angel as the director agreed to the salary i wrote eventhough it seems ridiculous to me..on top of that the allowance and benefit pulled the best outta me as i agreed and joined the company..a new project to operate the company 24/7 due to overseas clients and self being a broker's company,would have to liase with the insurance companies which has 24/7 hotline as well..therefore me and another collegue works night shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;it's already a month since i started working here..time was scarce for me now as i get too exhausted end of day..hence time didnt permit me to socialize much and the hours and minutes gets shorter in each call that ej and i make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;himself in camp,only booking out on friday/saturday,myself working till saturday morning..when it's his free time,im off to bed..and when im otw to work where we can talk,he'll be busy..and before his lights out,i'm busy doing my work..i would be lying if i were to say im not missing him..in fact i miss him much more now..my entertainer had left me..no..work took over my life and only source of entertainment,love,him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;im in dire of him..but the conversation just now had made everything so much harder..when even how much u'd push it all at the back of ur mind,the whole situation would arise eventually..and his mobile,having no reception made me frustrated as that was my free time before i clear the huge pile of work on my desk..but he called,right smack in the middle of myself already having the momentum of from one document to another.which of coz flamed the torch of war..i've been very nasty and well,sarcastic.i hate myself for doing that..i wouldnt put a finger on pms..coz im suppose to control..hell,i'd tried that too many of a time which eventually load up the baggage..so *pfft! to that and let's just say that i gotta either go for counseling session or anger management..not healthy,yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;although there's been ups and downs the whole week,i still miss u,baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;and i love u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;regardless...no matter what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;ur lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;**and to HID:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;the bf joined army in july 08..mono-intake,4SIR,chua chu kang camp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Charlie:rifleman downpes to storeman to company quartermaster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-3232683103588541228?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-4868204402770565660</id><published>2009-01-22T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:43:49.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.obsessive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOa4AtBvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YNUjO4CdXm0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786110616209138" style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOa4AtBvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YNUjO4CdXm0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOaunpP1I/AAAAAAAAAao/YlLwkaMvPwo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786108095184722" style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOaunpP1I/AAAAAAAAAao/YlLwkaMvPwo/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOaeojx0I/AAAAAAAAAag/WquzgeC-iyw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786103804053314" style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOaeojx0I/AAAAAAAAAag/WquzgeC-iyw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOaW78gfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8Li8MvCt4E0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786101737882098" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOaW78gfI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8Li8MvCt4E0/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOaB2Z85I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XlB2amTWi8Q/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293786096077501330" style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOaB2Z85I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XlB2amTWi8Q/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;when there's nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;eventhough i didnt sleep well yesterday,i was unable to sleep still today..hence...the pictures..well i guess it's self-explanatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;back to work now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;tra~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-4868204402770565660?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4868204402770565660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=4868204402770565660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4868204402770565660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4868204402770565660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/01/obsessive.html' title='.obsessive.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdOa4AtBvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YNUjO4CdXm0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-7762102946071696808</id><published>2009-01-21T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:05:22.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.black.gold.reign.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;to the violence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;im happy for you as Charlie got an A whereas Alpha and Bravo got Cs..im happy coz u contributed so much cleaning up the store and making sure there's no speck of dust..and amidst all the tire in your voice and the crankiness in you,you still do your job..even when you booked in,being the only storeman available,you knew your responsibilities..and i am very proud of you,my CQ..well done,baby... (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;online shopping is addictive...i knew that,hence i didn't even bother gng through the websites that has offers and shitzits..but then,some idiot just had to add me in friendster with their website address being their shoutout.i looked at the pictures..oh so cute!!!hell,i clicked the webpage..found myself shopping online.fug.and it's so tempting to purchase another..it's all super japanese outfits,nah..not kimonos..but the clothings they sell are super jap and effing pretty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;since i'll be shifting house (again) to pasir ris this time by june,ppl had been coming to my house with their agents..i cant even get a decent wink of sleep as my sis will barge into my room and wake me up and tell me that ppl are otw..fug...i had 2hours of sleep just now..not helping it's only 2.02am and i thought it's past 4am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i realli cant wait to see my babe..i cant wait to see his eyes light up in delight as he hold the ibanez guitar..and thank you for accompanying me to shop..guys dun usually like it,u noe...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;god,i miss u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;happy wednesday,peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='.black.gold.reign.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-4545772918695810232</id><published>2009-01-20T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:31:39.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.in.4.years'.time.baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXS4kSsIezI/AAAAAAAAAXY/frhF6uzF1FM/s1600-h/image-upload-62-773501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293058395698920242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXS4kSsIezI/AAAAAAAAAXY/frhF6uzF1FM/s320/image-upload-62-773501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXS4kWs38_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1v9VVe3QkE8/s1600-h/image-upload-76-747779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293058396775773170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXS4kWs38_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1v9VVe3QkE8/s320/image-upload-76-747779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293058392368808786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXS4kGSLA1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/Op5vY2wzPpM/s320/image-upload-87-762072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXS4jb36N8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/etvv0igQGq4/s1600-h/image-upload-101-730040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293058380984367042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXS4jb36N8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/etvv0igQGq4/s320/image-upload-101-730040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;nothing but your t-shirt on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;eventhough things were sour last week,he made the effort still to cheer me up and met me right after he book out before i go to work..the way he held me and the way he kept looking into my eyes made me acknowledge the fact that he realli misses me..i bit back watever retort and the ego in me and held him too as time was precious since it was in 15mins time that i gotta be at work..hence we parted ways as he went off for home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i shouldn't have silenced my mobile as he gave 15 missed calls on saturday afternoon..was so shagged after work that i slept near 6pm,when that was the time we were supposed to mit.my head was spinning as i woke up abruptly and started to rush..did not help when he took a cab to my place..coz he said.."im late.." when i think it was sssooo me being late..so i had to rush...even more.. -.- pipi and i had a tiff..i nearly dun wanna mit him..i cried over the phone as i felt freaking shitty and had not even feel as though it's supposed to be a day of celebration for our 1 year and no way am i suppose to ruin it.yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;we hugged and kissed as we took a cab to orchard..did i say my pay was in..and fug..i've nvr received a whole lotta money..seriously..i was so shocked,i thought that someone transferred wrongly to my account..but no..it's MINE!!regardless,he paid for it as we bought tix for movies and had dinner at cafe cartel with the worst service i ever get in my freaking entire life.for a quick dining (so i think) place smacked in town,they shouldn't have china nationales working who don't noe English except to say.."one moment."and then??nothing..happily walking ard,and myself expecting her to get another staff to serve me..fug no..her "one moment" means.."i-dun-understand-u-and-u-can-fuck-off".wat did i do??lash it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;see..the service was slow eventhough the food was nice..we had ordered dessert and specifically told the staff not to serve with our main course.so after finishing the latter,we asked for the dessert.that stupid china woman asked me to wait.she didn't ask another staff to come to my table..20mins pass by..5mins to our show.fug.ej went to the dessert counter..he said that they were still doing our waffles..i was too pissed,i got up and lashed it out to the staff doing our dessert..coz she was chatting happily and was doing her work slowly.it's not like as if u're putting whipped cream on a man's body,u noe!!it's damn ice cream can just squirt it all over!!so when i told her that we've waited for too long and we're in a rush.can u be faster??only then she did she really gather speed.and it amazed me how her speed accelerates.i stormed back to my table,ignoring the stares of the patrons around that counter.i didn't even enjoy it coz i was fuming mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;had a fag and bumped into zhi wei and ryan..in which kak ain and the kids and her cousin came after..and so we were crazy enuf to crash into the theater..not realli,since we paid for the tix,but we were late(blame cafe cartel) and nobody was at the counter where they tear the tix.happily ej pulled the entrance strap and we rushed in,giggling..i swear i thought it could get us into trouble,balls..but nothing happened,so phew to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;then after we bought 2 heinekins and a pack of fags for me..ej wanted wine..but since it's been a while since i drank,well let's just get beer instead..so while walking,we hear someone calling out ej's name..waddayanoe..zee and emily..and she said that i lost weight.zee asked if im on drugs..no..and no,i didn't feel happy hearing the loss of weight..coz i noe that it was the unhealthy way of losing it.spent the nite and cabbed to swee lee...which was closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;hence,saturday i'll be getting his ibanez and let's go shopping!!!!!!!!and let's have dinner at 'the vilage'..coz i noe u wanna go there and im craving for their crepes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;my colleague just farted and it stinks like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;happy tuesday,loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-4545772918695810232?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4545772918695810232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=4545772918695810232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4545772918695810232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4545772918695810232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/01/in4yearstimebaby.html' title='.in.4.years&apos;.time.baby.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXS4kSsIezI/AAAAAAAAAXY/frhF6uzF1FM/s72-c/image-upload-62-773501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-4706929087129325063</id><published>2009-01-16T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:32:42.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.your.weakness.makes.me.sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;more words you can say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;you think it is that simple to just let go of someone.no.it's not.not when the memories flow freely in one's mind and was brought back; &lt;em&gt;reminiscing&lt;/em&gt;.was it guilt that was felt?im not too sure..all i noe is that it is of an indescribable emotion that bolted in me..like mixed feelings which made it hard for me to single one out and put a defination to it.&lt;em&gt;confusion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;it is easy for you to tell me that what im upset about is ridiculous.it is easy.but it's not for me..i dun even noe whether i've opted for auto-roam for our lines..sure i can always call and ask for it..but..*sigh* i dunno..i just cant seem to think about anything and i cant feel anything.is that good or bad?after being upset...now,i feel very much distanced from you..hence the emptiness in my heart..somehow..maybe im being too petty about it..but u gotta understand that it is of a shocking news,though i see it coming..but i dunno,ej...ask my heart..don't ask me..coz i dun even noe wat the heart's saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;everything is not okay..2mrw is already saturday..suppose to spend our time together..to celebrate one thing we looked forward to..though it was 1 month expired..but now,i ain't anticipating for anything..and maybe it's better if we dun see each other anytime soon...so that i can cool this head and heart of mine..i noe it's not ur fault..then let me be alone just for this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;you noe i'll still chase after you...everytime..everytime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;but just for now...let me be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;happy friday,all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-4706929087129325063?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4706929087129325063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=4706929087129325063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4706929087129325063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4706929087129325063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/01/yourweaknessmakesmesick.html' title='.your.weakness.makes.me.sick.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-1558161504434394586</id><published>2009-01-15T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:41:05.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.till.the.27.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SW4jbHxhQ4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/F1m9WcO1ZKM/s1600-h/image-upload-170-755335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205561057100674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SW4jbHxhQ4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/F1m9WcO1ZKM/s320/image-upload-170-755335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;where do we go from here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;im sick as hell yet im at work right now..came,dumped my bag on the table before i ran out again to puke.fug...when i came back,i was so happy coz i didnt see any files on my table..which means,no work?!?!only when i head to the room was i informed to do other stuff...for the CLAIMS dept.since when im working for them??fug..some stupid work of filing.fug..im dreading to do it..i just finished one pile,while there's 28923489725 more piles to go..okay..exaggerating there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ej woke me up just now..and then he sounded pissed..myself with sleepy voice asked him wats wrong,didnt wanna tell me...until when i just applied my eye make-up did he tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"baby..im gng brunei 2 days before valentine's..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;*speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;since when time pass by so quickly?omg..i was crying..note,eyeliner,mascara,okay...im not upset about not celebrating valentine's with him...hell,we've had too many occassions we celebrated this month itself...im just upset coz he'll be gone for like 15days...in a foreign land and how am i to survive?who'll wake me up before 5pm everyday?who'll talk to me once i finish work and add on to my bimbotic-ness?who'll call randomly or text me???i cant do this..seriously i cant..hence i told him that i cant talk to him and shall just call me back later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;did he call?did i call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;coz we both noe we're both too upset about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;he had always said that ns is hard...army is so hard..all these complaints before pop..sure..i could somehow feel how pressurised he is..but after from a rifleman he downpas to storeman due to his ligament injury,it is much simpler.regardless,babe..watever that affects him during ns,it affects me too..watever that he thinks is so fucked up,it affects me too...if he were to say that he is suffering...baby,im suffering too..and i've been suffering coz it aches so bad to just see you once a week,babe...fugging once a week.coz sunday u book in again..and we spend the whole saturday tog...is that enuf?heck no.and now u're gng off for 15 days..sure it's JUST 15 days..but it's not the same and wont be the same...i have nobody to blame except the saf.i have nobody to blame except them.but can i blame them?no.so let me be the brat that i gotta be and blame it on you.or me instead.fug.im just too upset about it i dun even feel like celebrating our 1 year come saturday.i just dun feel like seeing you again anytime soon...coz i cant see you for 15 days..wat difference does it make.fuck hell breaks loose and fucking fuck that bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='.till.the.27.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SW4jbHxhQ4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/F1m9WcO1ZKM/s72-c/image-upload-170-755335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5682140874347707946</id><published>2009-01-14T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T03:01:24.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.related.unblooded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;..that year..2007..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWzkyApBAOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3X23gljqDaE/s1600-h/_MG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855210070114530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWzkyApBAOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3X23gljqDaE/s320/_MG_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWzkxo5x-6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/zPo91r11p4c/s1600-h/_MG_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855203697982370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWzkxo5x-6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/zPo91r11p4c/s320/_MG_1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWzjNZM99sI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tynxbNBhAkw/s1600-h/_MG_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853481496573634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWzjNZM99sI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tynxbNBhAkw/s320/_MG_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so wat about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;confession was made as everything was poured out..hesitant.yet it gave a clear picture at the end.people move on..people get another partner..hence the other gives up.isnt life more like who comes first?as the saying goes 'may the best man wins.'hence any regrets?no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i knew back then,probably my life would be different.but as shy as one can be,holding back things that ought to be known and to be heard,hence who's at the losing end?playing cat and mouse as things were being told..'read in between the lines'..as one urges the other to be open..many hints and probings..yet nvr had it been as clear..due to that?you had too many of a best gf..confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and so one day the confession was made.appalled?no..i read in between the lines..i was told..but u didnt come any closer...hence my decision..somehow after telling you about the engagement,i could hear your voice falter regardless your 'wow'..heart being so heavy and guilt hovers me as i knew somehow it breaks some part of you..but you wanted to noe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i ever were to turn back time and choose...well,you're still dearest to me..but he's my one and only..and that,cant be changed.and so it took a year for you to tell me...and it took me a year to be straight to u that yea..i was too..but that past year,i was without a companion...and now..be happy for me..coz i wouldnt want anything that can ever break me and him..and i noe u wont do just that..coz you're a true and great friend indeed..&lt;/span&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/2545002864875656082-5682140874347707946?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5682140874347707946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5682140874347707946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5682140874347707946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5682140874347707946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/01/relatedunblooded.html' title='.related.unblooded.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWzkyApBAOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3X23gljqDaE/s72-c/_MG_1064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-7965526516141239001</id><published>2009-01-13T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:51:44.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.nothing.else.matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;at this time..somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;i miss my dad..it's been about 8 years,2 months since he left..well,passed on..and i would say at times i tend to forget about him..but when i think about him,i miss him so damn much..it's been a long time since i talked about him..and now,his twinkling eyes set upon my mind,right smack in the middle of work.hence i could no longer do work no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;a very humble and generous person with lines that crease whenever he smiles..a good thing,as i noe he had lived his life in this world..i remembered hating the fact that if ever God were to love him more,wat about us?as selfish as that sounds and as astray i was towards religion,he was the only person that i miss and love so much,apart from mum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;no words could actually express how much he had meant to me and how he had made each of us to be as pious as he was..yet,things tend to fade..hence ceased..i wonder..would my feelings be the same as those whose parents had divorced?i think it'd be different..due to the fact that each parent are still living...yes,i hate to hear families get separated..not by God's will but their own..coz they dun even noe how much it means to still have both figure by their side..i envy and i wish that there's someone there that i could call 'dad'..coz i miss that..yet,nobody could ever replace the love my own dad had for us family...especially me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;from my upbringing to the morales he had taught..i had it all in mind..instilled in one's heart..but as mature and wiser one gets..wat about the past that had taught us?that had trained us?tends to forget..hence mistakes..hence regrets..and i wonder..does dad look upon me whenever i do any sins?an unperfect person with flaws that will always make mistake,regardless how pious you are..will i be forgiven?from my own dad?from God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;i wonder if dad were to still be alive,would he be happy of how our family had achieved..with eldest sister having 3 kids and pipi having 1 and marrying george..with brother working in qatar,and myself..well able to feed and fend myself now..and mum?ur everlasting love for her as u show how much u love her openly..he love kids..i remember,dad..you love ur sibling's grandchildren..yet u were unable to see nor touch ur own grandchildren..wat more love..but dad,they noe who u are..and i bet when they were born,i noe u're smiling..coz u saw them..and u'll protect us...and u'll noe for sure how much we've all loved u as much as how God took u away from us...i love you,dad..and in forever times,i'll say it all over again..all over again...and that,i miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;to those who still have both parents...you wouldnt noe when's the time they'll be gone..or when you'll be gone..take it from me,it's nvr and wont be the same losing someone u love..especially when he was the one who held you once you were born..forgive..cherish..love..embrace them..coz u live life once..and when they're gone,there's no turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayah,remember this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pinches nose..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SNORES LOUDLY"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i realli miss you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-7965526516141239001?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7965526516141239001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=7965526516141239001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/7965526516141239001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/7965526516141239001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothingelsematters.html' title='.nothing.else.matters.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5300819238423697806</id><published>2009-01-13T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:58:05.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.i.dont.noe.wat's.wrong.with.me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWtzpQHaoLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/o2j8f63fjKE/s1600-h/image-upload-110-734183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290449339814682802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWtzpQHaoLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/o2j8f63fjKE/s320/image-upload-110-734183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWtzpeEb7gI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-LztjXE8kjk/s1600-h/image-upload-56-722549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290449343560281602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWtzpeEb7gI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-LztjXE8kjk/s320/image-upload-56-722549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;snap,snap,snap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i am not in the mood right now for any funny moments nor interruptions in a conversation.coz it's plain rude to do that and the indecisive mind of yours can screw me up so bad,that's when i'll start to snap.and yourself being ever so annoyingly irritating(if there's such meaning) makes me ever more mad.simply said,get to the point and stop pondering over the same thing and telling me wat ur decision is and changing it in each call.coz i just wanna make u happy,but it irritates the hell outta me when u keep changing your mind.and it's no longer funny.i mean business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i slept the whole afternoon away while he watched tv..head out and went to town to have our dinner.note,we didnt have breakfast nor lunch..had breeks as above and super yummy and full.carried our filled tummy as at the right moment,my wallet's zip broke.great.hence he bought me another Guess wallet as above..before that he sneakily placed my 'BlackXS' perfume in my bag which made me squel in delight.and of course,my japanese brand mascara..which i had fun putting it on his lashes..hahaha..super dramatic,u look gay,boy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;met up with shadows as they had a band meeting.yes...i sebok2 only..but i didnt even listen to their conversation as i was super engrossed in my book, 'Plain Truth' by Jodi Picoult which is a MUST READ!!!hence after much fooling ard at Borders,off we went home as wan,sid and zahid beings arses fooled at the platform..my train didnt come..so i took the same train as them,towards yishun which i simply took a cab home,being ever so shagged and look like shiet.i regret wasting money on cabs..gotta stop that.seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;so i got home at 2am..and wat time did i wake up?4pm next day.holy shit..i've nvr slept like a pig before..waking up as late..and that night..i couldnt sleep..finally sleep found me at 9am..and ej was scolding me for not sleeping as i gotta work at night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;so here i am...after an hour of not doing anything that's gonna lessen my work load,i shall continue this pile of being a saddist by typing a depressing letter to tell the client's employees that they are not covered for their various policies due to health.and it is very scary wat sickness some pple have.*goosebumps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i spit blood for the past 2 days.and i feel so weak.and i gotta stop snapping at him and being short-tempered..then feeling sorry afterwards..i gotta stop being so mean..but he gotta stop being annoying and indecisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;hell.i miss my babes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;happy monday/tuesday,loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='.i.dont.noe.wat&apos;s.wrong.with.me.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWtzpQHaoLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/o2j8f63fjKE/s72-c/image-upload-110-734183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8993046250435512892</id><published>2009-01-10T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:03:36.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.blackxs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWed6yl4KEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZT2W74RX_iY/s1600-h/image-upload-21-738295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369920708552770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWed6yl4KEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZT2W74RX_iY/s320/image-upload-21-738295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWed69RmSbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/71KL612O6LA/s1600-h/image-upload-8-725646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369923576285618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWed69RmSbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/71KL612O6LA/s320/image-upload-8-725646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWed6u8smMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vtoZ1ZQCARg/s1600-h/image-upload-20-750235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369919730522306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWed6u8smMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vtoZ1ZQCARg/s320/image-upload-20-750235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3 hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am so sleepy and i have a lot of work to do.out of boredom,i took those pictures.and above,is the view i get,sitting at my workstation.overlooks boat quay..pretty awesome,huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ej is sucha darling..he bought me a particular perfume in which i've fallen in love with..the smell musky and seductive...waddyanoe..he called,confirmed the name...and well,bought it.that made me uber happy since work is being more than a bitch.ej just had to add on that smelling it makes him horn*..now i wonder whether it was smart to put on the perfume each time.hhhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i dun get enuf sleep,i eat 1 meal per day which gotta last me till the next morning and the whole week it's been the same routine.bumped into stevie which he notcied of my weight loss...i am happy,yet it's an unhealthy way of losing weight which totally turn me off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;imma end work at 7.30am later...and he's sweet enuf to fetch me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i shall rant again another day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;till then,tra~~&lt;/span&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/2545002864875656082-8993046250435512892?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8993046250435512892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8993046250435512892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8993046250435512892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8993046250435512892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2009/01/blackxs.html' title='.blackxs.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWed6yl4KEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZT2W74RX_iY/s72-c/image-upload-21-738295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-1825113896185039899</id><published>2009-01-06T03:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:56:43.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.i.just.cant.get.you.outta.my.head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJzWsNnwHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZT6ufVeqxLA/s1600-h/image-upload-150-733257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287915746148991090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJzWsNnwHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZT6ufVeqxLA/s320/image-upload-150-733257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJerQbRgZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rHc8052-tdA/s1600-h/image-upload-150-733257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;it's 4.39am..i just cant take it..my eyes are gonna close if one more time i stare into nothing..the view in front of me is fantabulous..i get to see boat quay from here and the lights,lights,lights...seriously..i am super bored and sleepy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;the above picture was just taken seconds ago and i'd agree that i look like shiet!i sssooo can see those eyebags calling for sleep...let's see wat i've taken to keep myself awake...2 cups of coffee,1 cup of milk,2 sticks of fags,chewing gum,1 strawberry jam and mineral water..and NONE worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i cant wait to mit the ghumbra...he'll be sending and fetching me come book out day..and on saturday we'll have out time alone before we do any of our plans..and i sssoo cant wait for next week..it's gonna be awesome...and there'll be restaurant and music which sure i so cant wait..in which i'll get him the guitar when my pay day kicks in.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i've listed a few things that i need to get when i get the salary from this new job im currently working..and i still dunno whether it's realli a need,or want..well,more like want..but hell,let's just say it's a need..i am so rambling nonsense.anyways...i think the digicam will come in handy,thanks to wan for being the abrupt person he is by hanging up with a 'that's all??' sheesh!and of course more shopping and food,food,food..not forgetting it's time for some facial treatment.and cosmetics...and shoes..and accessories..okay stfu. i just saw a drunkard puking after much staggering.enuf said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i shall go for another fag at 5.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;CAN'T POSSIBLY TAKE IT ANYMORE,BALLS!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='.i.just.cant.get.you.outta.my.head.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJzWsNnwHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZT6ufVeqxLA/s72-c/image-upload-150-733257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8977238163505909603</id><published>2009-01-06T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:35:11.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.baby.you're.all.that.i.want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJQ8GQAkEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EoOsRviqPTw/s1600-h/1_905360831l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287877905886515266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJQ8GQAkEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EoOsRviqPTw/s320/1_905360831l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJQ8G45qlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4brvRdkOvnc/s1600-h/image-upload-93-745350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287877906058029650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJQ8G45qlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4brvRdkOvnc/s320/image-upload-93-745350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJQ77l9BYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fSl5jbq-uyU/s1600-h/image-upload-102-766768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287877903025767810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJQ77l9BYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fSl5jbq-uyU/s320/image-upload-102-766768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;and so it began..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i am so sleepy rite now..it's only 2.31am and i still have about 6more hours to go before i can blissfully sleep on my awaiting bed..second cup of coffee,yet my eyes are just too heavy to stare at the screen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;above are the pictures taken over the weekends.topmost would be outdated new year pic,where we watched fireworks as said in the below entry..and the second and last pic was on saturday out with baby,sid,amber and hid.yes..that's amber..see how big she had grown??a very cheeky girl i must say..and yes,she wants me now.. :D coz when sid's carrying her,she would hold out her hands to ask me to carry...then she would ask for ej...and then back to sid.yes,that kinda annoyance,but super cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;met up at ps as ej wanted to repair his dad's acoustic guitar,and sid just knocked off from work...then we took the bus to have dinner at spize and bus again to lanson..which was pretty empty,except for a couple who's making out practically the whole time we were there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;just now one of the directors gave a surprise visit which scared the shits outta me as i was gng thru other website and NOT doing my work.fug...suddenly all i heard was "siti.." freaking hell,i got a shock..who the hell comes in the office at 1.30am?!!?she talked and yakked..about security shits and stuffs like it which totally bores me as i just nod my head in a way out of politeness..hell,i was already stoning,wat more the meeting at 8am later on,balls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i'll be nodding my head,yes...but nod my head,off to lala land..and yes,had a fag with zahid as i bumped into him while waiting for my other colleague..and he just got off work...and that had just reminded me to clear the pile of work...back to work,dids....sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;ej's sweet,as always as he had everything planned out..and someone's gonna be a lucky ass to get a guitar for wat?a year anniversary??hurhur...well babe...lotsa love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;happy monday/tuesday,sugah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8977238163505909603?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SWJQ8GQAkEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EoOsRviqPTw/s72-c/1_905360831l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-246683877370366720</id><published>2009-01-03T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:49:02.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.stroke.of.midnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;slaughterhouse massacre II was awesome.totally enjoyed myself during shadow's set,eventhough the bf was very far away from me as i was at the end headbanging with a new fren,andrew and of course has..as always i've nvr liked the idea of the hardcore kids scene..not that i dun like all their hardcore moves or 2 step or wat-u-may-call-it.but it's how they come in groups and they look so...i dunno how to describe it.but the whole gig was totally awesome..kudos to vulgate and shadows..i had so much fun,seriously.so eman approached me and said hello..god i didn't recognise him,balls..i felt bad..coz i was like.."sorry..but i dunnoe u.."he looked so much fairer and his body's toned..so we went home together along with mon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so new year came and it was great.ej fetched me from home..well,we were not realli in good mood..we fought that whole week..he kept pissing me off and me pms-ing wasn't of help..so i was still being a huge biotch when i met him at the void deck.went to the doctor as i had taken mc from work..but it got me more upset as i had to wait for 6 ppl before it was my turn.and i was late!!coz i had to take care of ally who's at george's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so i ditched the whole idea of getting the mc and took a cab to river valley,shanghai road and george and pipi were all ready,waiting for me and ej.george's company had a new year function and it was a MUST attend event.hence he had to drag pipi.hence myself and ej took ally to dinner at spize which was opposite from their condo.how super convenient.we took the bus to city hall and joined the throng eventhough it's 3 more hours before countdown.joined zul,has,mon,naz,alif &amp;amp;gf which wan,shawn,andrew and indera came..with well..booze.so we waited for midnight..we talked,laughed and watched ally apply nailpolish on zul's nails and waited and waited..i daresay ally had so much fun..being surrounded by guys..well,most of her life she's like the thorn amongst the roses..only that gender wise is totally other way round..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;fireworks!!!ej had ally on his shoulders as we shouted and watched the most amazing lights in the sky..beautiful..i was anticipating for one after another...it realli amazed me how it can separate and make a pattern of a flower and yadayada...gawd..beautiful..we waited for the crowd to ease for a bit before me,ej and ally made our way home..the rest?they wanted to wait for the first bus/train.if not for ally,prolly would've done that too.but the kid gotta be in bed and it was nearing 1am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;we actually walked,balls..from padang all the way to boat quay..finally after texting iris and receving a reply that 195 was no longer in service at that hour,ej carried ally and yes,we walked all the way back to george's condo.holy cow!!being the masculine figure (obviously) he insisted on carrying her...till we were quite near river valley that i finally hailed a cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;took a quick shower and off we went to bed in ally's room..george was nice to provide us such great hospitality of waking up so late with a cup of coffee done by him...how very sweet of him..thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;actually im working rite now.todays is my official day of working in the night shift.i wish i could be on messenger instead.at least there's some souls for me to chat with.however it's just me and my colleague in this huge ass space office.had a cup of coffee,off to get another.god..i am sssooo craving for sausage mcmuffin from mcdees..and in the afternoon later i gotta be out with ej's family coz the mum's craving for the indonesian food or wanting to go for the buffet at safra..i foresee myself being ever so shagged.coz work finishes at 8.30am.fug....and to think i've only finished half of the pile that im supposed to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;bro called from qatar just now while i was getting ready for work...talked to him about my new job and all..and he was so proud of me.. :) im so happy coz i look up to him due to all his achievements and how that totally made a difference in my family's life..and him being proud of me is just such an important thing for me..hence after reminding him to bring home the promised laptop of his,he informed that it's still under repair..so he said..."since you got a very good job which pays a lot,i'll buy you a laptop."HOLY COW!!!yea..pipi was all green with envy as im always getting treats from him..but when i showed my excitement over the phone he changed his mind and said.."i'll be getting a cheap one.so dun expect much.since your pay's a lot,you can get one with you month's pay!!dun even need me to buy!!"bubble burst.me being a brat and a good one at it started telling mum wat my bro just said..and informed her of how he teased me about singapore landtower(building where i'm working)being haunted..hence,a huge lashing that he got.HA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;back to work now,bitches..gotta wake the boy up at 6am and he'll be fetching me later!!!woots!!i swear i miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;happy new year and happy friday,babes.&lt;br /&gt;muah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ps:below's pics taken during the afternoon of new years'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-246683877370366720?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/246683877370366720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=246683877370366720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/246683877370366720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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miss that place...especially when working at aon now is crazy.the environment's different where nobody, and im serious in saying this....Nobody has the time to even smile..coz it's just busy,busy.busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;btw out of the whole company,aon consulting,aon re and yadayada..there's only 2 malay ladies.not being racist,but seriously as i walk from the office to the train station,wow...it's realli populated with other races..and i just wonder..being biased?racist??i wish not to burst this humdrum thinking.and yes..i am the youngest there.sucks coz i dun have anyone near my age to be crazy with..at the moment my homies are 2 40-year old ladies.did i just say they all dun have time to smile?hence i couldnt make or they couldnt make the time to get to know me or each other..kinda sad...coz i miss being friendly and warm.HAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's actually night shift that i'll be working..10pm-8.30am.having only 2 staffs working night shift doing admin and answering of calls and answering to their claims,it is quite okay..however,after chilling out with one of the security guards and knowing wat lies beneath the 29th floor,it damn gives me the creeps,man..regardless i am on the 25th floor...things can fly,u see. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ej and me??GREAT!!!12/12/08...marks the beginning..a surprise of diamond ring and sheer words of romance...didnt expect to come from him to be honest..coz he had nvr been as mushy as that day...hee...oh wells..proposal...u got the idea... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im at his place now...am gonna sleepover...and at this hour,that bloody zul is here...so i shall at least say hello to him and not coop myself in the room,typing on the comfy green sofa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2MRW'S SLAUGHTERHOUSE MASSACREII!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and lulu,thank you!!and it's time u bring ur gfs for a drive...i'll hold on to the seatbelt for my dear life...ahaahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy friday,all...and if i dun get the chance,HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**it'll be the first time i'll be celebrating new year with a bf,balls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8040685549865567265?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8040685549865567265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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bad..excruciating pain as it spread to my lower back as well..all the way while waiting for his parents to be home i was lying on ej's lap as he tried and tried to make me better...nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his parents came home and bought mcdees for us..i had no appetite coz of the pangs and i was already near wanting to go home..his mum forced to eat a fries or two as the boys had their burger...there were 2 drinks..1 for ej and wawan..another for me...his dad accidentally took my drink and (this gave a shock to everyone) his mum was like "OI!!!THAT'S DIDI'S!!!" literally at the top of her lungs..omg..i was like.oookkkaayyy...chill now...hahaha...his mum passed particular medication and asked ej to rub on my tummy and lower back..i was crouching and was very much in pain,thank you and then his mum asked me to sleepover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed a breather.eventhough it was already nearing 9pm we went out to ps to mit sid..amber is so big now and damn cute as she walked hand in hand with me and laughed and smiled..we all took the train home after much talking and fagging and yes,i got abused by the little kid..eventhough her size is small,her strength is strong,balls...she took ej's green tea bottle and hit my face a couple of times which she will laugh after..and yes,too many of a time that i didn't noe where she was aiming for and will catch me offguard.but she's so beautiful with her big eyes and her gibberish language and her 'nak!'..damn cute,lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then ej and i stopped by the 711 near his place to get something warm..bought mashed potato and carrot juice..i dun think it goes well together..coz i wasted my money as i puke it all out after..gee..reached his place again past midnight and everyone was already aslp..we crept to his room as i bathed and got changed..(super turn off as his mum passed me the butterfly dress for my pajamas) we then played guitar as i played the chords while he did the solo..i was getting sleepy so we went to his mum's room and disturbed her sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ej was sleeping on the mattress just so he can still sleep with me..- ___- while i slept next to his mum...he was being so annoying by tickling my feet and making so much noise which woke his mum up again..and so i heard someone singing a song in his sleep.hahahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up super early..everyone's still aslp..his mum woke up with a start..saw me being awake and asked me to get bck to sleep again...i tried..but i still could not..finally i nudged ej with my feet to tell him im off to shower...well u can guess who knocked on the toilet door then after... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the market and bought breakfast..and redundant trip to ntuc coz it was a warm morning and i needed some aircon..ej and i fooled ard which got us back home late...and everyone was hungry..hee...after the number of dvds watched and the talks we all had,his parents and wawan made their way to the relative's house..and it was me and ej left at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with him lying on my lap and the tv watching us instead..nearing 2pm as i dragged my ass to get changed and get ready for home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too detailed and long entry...but who the hell cares??&lt;br /&gt;it's my blog..so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thursday all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-7282425171541094269?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7282425171541094269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=7282425171541094269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;there' nothing to despair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday 2 of my close colleagues,mar and nazeerah placed their resignation letter on ashik,my manager's table.their's is a week's notice,hence their last day would be next tuesday...while for me,it's 24hours notice..and yes,i'll be shoving my resignation letter up his nose on the 10th,once i get my pay.can't take it here anymore and it's time that i find other prospects after waiting patiently of the proposal he had given for 2 whole months.but nothing came out of it.i wouldnt say i've not been doing a good job at work.i'd say there's nothing that can bring me down..coz my colleagues are a bunch of nice people and loading bay's always filled with laughter as the smoke billows to the ceiling.however the management??not professional and he cant handle pressure.not that we were asking for it,he was the one who brings it upon himself.and it's time that he earns his own respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 3rd i'll have an interview..still with ntuc income,but under another department...'branch servicing'.now that would be handling policyholder's queries face to face as i'll be at the frontline hence they'll come directly to the branch to either make payment or make noise..thanks to suhaimi who had helped a lot on this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on half day today..thank god..as i dread gng to work in the morning..a whole month of being super short-tempered,as though im having my pms moments every single day..work is just getting too much and it's time to move on further..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 2 nights had dinner with liz and pipi at 'blue oasis' at century square..before that i went to snip..i cut my hair and my bangs look awful..due to the fact that the receptionist who answered my call said that Nitch,my hairdresser's fully booked.i trust Nitch coz she's the only one that noes how anal i can be about my bangs..so i thought..fug it.let's just go.i got darwen and nitch wasn't busy at all!!!and i cant just ask darwen to stop and let nitch take over.the results,my bangs look awful and i feel ugly.lesson learnt?be patient and wait for nitch to finish wat she has to do. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the ghumbra..a whole lot.ohtosan!!lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thursday,bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8059059925828186545?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8059059925828186545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8059059925828186545' title='0 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type='text'>.blue.lights.and.guitars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;streaks of red breaks through the horizon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends well-spent as he held me and hugged me randomly..those funny antics he'll make and gibberish language he'll say..however on saturday nite we had a small tiff over the words he said..which had hurt me deeply..like a slap across the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every argument we have,i wont be able to sleep at night without settling things..hence i tossed and turned and waited for sleep to come..yet it didnt happen..it was so tempting to just call him in the middle of the night..but im sure that that would only add on to the argument we just had..alas sleep came..for just a short while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ringtone 'the fallen' went off as i knew who it was.smart ass sure noes how to get things his way still as i heard his mum saying 'hello' over the fone..she asked me to come by open plaze at tm since their cousin's performing for Asian Beats..ska band,'private eye'..by then it was past 2pm..and they'll be performing at 2.30..i scolded ej for being suchan ass by calming me down with the use of his mum as he laughed away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i alighted from 291,i saw his family..fug..obvious that i missed the show..talked to his cousin's gf and talked to his mum..then after they wanted to go off as his mum hugged me and pulled me close and whispered,asking me to take care of ej...hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to open plaza,just me and ej as i saw kayyum and hafiz..they'll be performing as well..some deathcore band..stayed to watch as criss irwin was there as well to perform..whooh..kayyum's band was damn awesome as me,ej and dafi cheered them on..at 6.30 we went off as he had to book in by 8pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he held and kept hugging me..and as i waved him goodbye while the bus to his camp pass me by,i felt a part of me empty...but i'll see him again soon....very much soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as he said those words on sunday nite..i smiled and did a dance as he remembers..he remebers... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy tuesday,babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-4183465756132022906?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4183465756132022906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=4183465756132022906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4183465756132022906'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSTd_M7PCHI/AAAAAAAAASo/bBQgoRWOTAI/s1600-h/image-upload-3-790256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270581541801494642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSTd_M7PCHI/AAAAAAAAASo/bBQgoRWOTAI/s320/image-upload-3-790256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSTd-6rXO6I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZHU5io9t2_Y/s1600-h/image-upload-3-775886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270581536903084962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSTd-6rXO6I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZHU5io9t2_Y/s320/image-upload-3-775886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;when the cold wind blows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;he better not be surprised to see 4 resignation letter on his table next week.work's being more than a bitch and things are being changed from time to time without our acknowledgement.i dread coming to work every single day,pale to comparison of how it was last time where every working day is a normal day..now,i have to drag myself out of the bed and ignore those promising excuse running in my head just so i can take the day off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;i did a crazy thing,sending my resume to sph.knowing that that would be prolly chucked out of sight for them..but hell..the idea of working there gives me adrenaline rush,knowing that it is one of my interest to write..eventhough there wasnt any need of qualification nor did it indicate the number of experience,im sure they're more interested in those who has qualifications under journalism or mass comm..blardy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;last night after work met up with tsue as we catch up on life and lots of bitchtalks..it was great as it was prolly a month since i last saw her..stories being shared and stuff to update each other..sat at waterfall,in front of my work place when we heard sirens..there was an ambulance and it stopped at interchange...okay..i shall not say anything else coz it was damn too embarrassing and super kental of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;ej might book out 2mrw...or might not.honestly yesterday was not a great day for me and i needed him the most but time didnt permit him to even use his phone.and today,he tried to make up for it as the morning text came and a smile was plastered on my face all the way to work.thank you,angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;happy thursday,everyone..(OMFG 2MRW'S FRIDAY!!!!hell yeah!!!!)&lt;/span&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/2545002864875656082-326077182024899592?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/326077182024899592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=326077182024899592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/326077182024899592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/326077182024899592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-cold-wind-blows.html' title='.solace.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSTd_M7PCHI/AAAAAAAAASo/bBQgoRWOTAI/s72-c/image-upload-3-790256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5954362484412907560</id><published>2008-11-18T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:57:26.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.what's.in.a.name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;incomplete story,unfold the theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember months back sitting at mcdees with ira,liz and pipi..after an incident that had happened to the former and myself,healing,trying to move on from the previous relationship..liz asked the question that was brought upon her by her sister.."wat isit in him that u can nvr ever get from another guy.." we talk for hours and hours..our last stick became the second last and so forth as more discussions took place as we left the place alas nearing 2am..and right now,the question is in my head..all those memories still vivid in my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's now 11 months that have passed,being with ej..and nvr have i thought that it would last this long..not that i intend to break up with him,but just that this is by far the longest relationship i've ever had..and each time i want to turn my back against him,i see myself chasing after him and nvr had i find this relationship anywhere near stale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so wat is it about him that i can never ever get from any other guy?simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;his sincerity in loving someone and to care for others had always been pure..his concern for me and the way he hold me,despite his build is so tender..his patience is endless and he would always calm me down..he will always try to please me and though few empty promises,he'll have ways to make it up to me..he pampers me throughout,not with money but from the love that i can feel and somehow see..all those affectionate names he'll call and chosen words he'll say that will always make my day..of course his build is a huge plus as i love to lie on his chest and feel extremely secure when he hug and hold me..and those eyes and smile and silliness..that ensures me that i can be myself..regardless farts or random spastic antics i'll make on the streets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;his patience and endurance..that's wat realli keeps us going..happy 11 months to us,baby...for sure most of you cringes while reading (that is if u totally read everything) or say it's ONLY 11 months..but hey..all relationships go through the months and years together before u settle it all down,isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy tuesday,loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5954362484412907560?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5954362484412907560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5954362484412907560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5954362484412907560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5954362484412907560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/11/whatsinaname.html' title='.what&apos;s.in.a.name.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2329510479567619515</id><published>2008-11-17T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:14:57.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.as.it.jerks.forwards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i thank god i'm still alive.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't post my recent adventures and things that have happened..one thing for sure,i enjoyed saturday..with love,gf and dude.thank you..i realli wished that the initial plan happened,but it backfired as we all were rushing from places to places..yet,she was still smiling from ear to ear...as we sat outside cathay and laugh our asses off with bad jokes and stupid antics..and for sure..lots and lots of mockings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glass broke..plate fell..all within reach eventhough we were about to grasp it..and rite now im realli thinking of how much a bad omen can realli affect me..to stay till late just to wait for my sister to be home...and yesterday as shagged and sleepy as i was,i dragged my ass to mit ej bfore he books in..just to ensure everything is fine..that ppl that i love are still here with me..from cabs to cabs..nets to cash..i can foresee that imma go broke in weeks to come..and with that,i'll be so damn dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the insurance agent from prudential's such an ass..unprofessional and too casual..we had to go to tanjong pagar just to mit him at his building..finally time was up as the agent was damn late..we grabbed our bags and laugh our ass off as we took the bus to leave,without informing him..while waiting,ej fooled ard outside fujirox building...with him singing and us screaming randomly..i was brought upon those memories of us months back..waddyanoe..2mrw would be our 11 month...a year would be knocking on our door soon..and it's realli unbelievable of how fast time flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with arch enemy's ring tone..time was 5am..love texted...and yes,i cant wait to see him...a year or 2 may pass us by..however love's still burning madly in me for him..and it will not cease neither will it die..carpe diem..today's a new day..and always it'll be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death sure is impatient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy monday,y'all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2329510479567619515?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-6667540726883381864</id><published>2008-11-17T12:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:13:37.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.sure.is.dark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSDvWpgqqXI/AAAAAAAAASI/2gFwpS6XL3k/s1600-h/image-upload-126-761130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269474736402508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSDvWpgqqXI/AAAAAAAAASI/2gFwpS6XL3k/s320/image-upload-126-761130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSDtYpEgMXI/AAAAAAAAASA/o25bORx5KHE/s1600-h/image-upload-130-775505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269472571620864370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SSDtYpEgMXI/AAAAAAAAASA/o25bORx5KHE/s320/image-upload-130-775505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tara love.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-6667540726883381864?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6667540726883381864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=6667540726883381864' 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-2545002864875656082.post-4039447522598610100</id><published>2008-11-05T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:57:37.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.i'm.part.of.you.definately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;the number of mickey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big shout out to my love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAIHANAH LOVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was her boobsday yesterday..unfortunately was unable to celebrate with her as im broke,broke,broke..literally a dollar in my account,balls..anyhoos,happy 21st and i promise to celebrate come pay day,okay..hope u had fun regardless and able to gobble all 3 choc cake despite urself being so sick..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was sucha horrible day..the target had increased tremendously and it caught each of us offguard as it was the first working day for the new month..having the target as 60 and to have 4 leads,i was working my ass off and was rushing to hit the target bfore i could do the assigning of data..at 5.35 finally i finished everything..god..i slumped back in my chair and gave a huge relief,balls..eventhough it was all done,i was damn pissed coz for the last hour it was damn hard to get hold of the policyholders..blardy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince ej get to hold his mobile,he had been sucha sweetheart..i was pmsing and a need to have chocs or my koko krunch (note.craving for it since last week) just to make myself better..but ej was assuring and kept calling and texting to ensure that i'm okay..a couple of breakdowns as i had my typical excruciating pain due to red dot day and policyholders being nasty weren't of any help..he made me better..thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure right now i need to quit this job and find other better prospects..i need to explore further and of course to get more pay..i just need to have time to do all that though..it's better to secure another job,then quit rather than to quit and then to find other opportunities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see the bf..i need him..and he had always been there for me..thank you..he assured and reassured me the whole day yesterday as at night he coax me and all the rage i felt about work had been lifted...he had always been wonderful..i love him and will always do...and today i brought a whole pack of koko krunch..hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy wednesday angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-4039447522598610100?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-615576855931691407</id><published>2008-11-04T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:48:59.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.the.heart.beats.your.name.all.the.time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet child o' mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much to type,too much to say.a whole lotta things happened over the weekends..friday where i rushed home from my half day of work to go to his prom nite..balls,i tell u..prom nite my ass.it was held at the parade square,whereby chairs were being lined up and tables were stacked to make a mini-stage..sheesh!ej broke my rose..it's given to the girls when they register their names..he took the initiative to find another..and then he broke the 2nd rose while in the bus otw home.blardy...i was wearing a low-cut dress and felt damn exposed at my chest area..thought to myself that it'll be fine as i have ej with me..but nnnoo...was wearing so nice when i looked on my right and saw the girl wearing shorts and slippers.kapeesh!!and ej had to alight at ct hall to take the train home coz if he takes the bus at int,he'll miss that last bus for sure..felt too exposed all alone in the train where a group of guys were standing in front of me. so i took the cab home from tanah merah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning rushed to the chalet..closest cousin,yana's getting married to fad..vocalist from morning eutopia..hence the whole deco was gothic and since he has connections with fatimah mohsin,everything was from her package..dang..awesome,man..held at the ballroom and during dinner,suhaimi yusof and seha were there..due to fad being the editor of suria.or something like it..and so he made a surprise to yana as the lighs went dim and he got up and sang to her..i cried,okay..it was damn touching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back to the chalet where it occupies only me,mum,pipi and the 3 kids..ej came over with egg sandwiches and the nescafe pack that mum had asked him to buy..eventhough it was nearing 11pm that he had reached,the kids went all hyper over him and he was so sweet as to entertain them.oh yea..a box of chocs for me that he had bought.. :D the kids didn't wanna slp as ej was playing with them..only when pipi got realli mad that they stopped and went to bed..mum and him made some talks..awesome.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning,i woke up feeling so groggy..didnt get enuf sleep as ej and i were playing animal kingdom and teased each other all the way till 3-4am..he was awake since prolly 7am..had brought my nephew to the playground and my niece to the shop...aaww..how sweet..mum was all complimenting him,boy..and so when it was 9++ we were all watching tv..tom and jerry was on the tube..and guess who was laughing his ass off??ej..sheesh!!damn loud and damn tickled by the antcis,balls..damn cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked all the way to mcdees to have lunch..took a cab and i noe that mum and him are comfortable with each other..mum and him were already making conversations casual and seemed as though they've known each other for quite a while already...*smiles*...all's well...all's well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's in camp and now they get to hold their fone!!yessah!!!so every now and then i get texts and calls from him...love it..cant wait to see him this weekend..bbq pit with the company.manager asked to invite him.."go and invite ur part-time bf...no,no,no..ur weekend bf!!!" cb...can't wait,can't wait...woots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i see myself loving you more as each day passes by..and we'll reach our dreams in time to come..coz it'll always be me and you...just us two..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy tuesday,arses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-615576855931691407?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/615576855931691407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=615576855931691407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/615576855931691407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/615576855931691407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/11/theheartbeatsyournameallthetime.html' title='.the.heart.beats.your.name.all.the.time.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8173377638972190378</id><published>2008-10-30T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:16:38.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.coz.i.have.limits.too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SQls5lcnpkI/AAAAAAAAARo/mY9B06EtvMg/s1600-h/image-upload-189-796337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262857376119629378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SQls5lcnpkI/AAAAAAAAARo/mY9B06EtvMg/s320/image-upload-189-796337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the swell as i blow my nose off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;mystery of the moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my colleagues made me so mad in the morning..i noe that i had taught her a particular project few months back.however she lost the script and she lost the default spreadsheet in which i had done for her,out of own's will and effort.gee,thanks.so yesterday i taught her all over again.and today morning,i passed her the data that she's suppose to do and stared blankly at me.oh boy would i love to give the finger right in front of her face.so wat do i find myself doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling her wat to do all over again.testing my patience.i was damn mad that i gave her a curt reply and didn't tell her in details of wat to do after..prolly she guessed on her own as i saw the cursor moved to open the spreadsheet (duh!!!). i dunno wat eff she's been doing at work.she still can ask me.."wat do i do now?" so i replied..."wat do u think?" and swivel my chair back to my desk.damn pissed i tell u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite i got home at 9.30pm coz i did overtime.and it realli kills.i spent 12hours at work,balls..i was damn shagged once i come home.ally gave a hug and kiss as i put her to sleep..in the morning when i woke up she was the one hugging me instead.aaww...lethargic..my body aches..and a hectic week's not helping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2mrw i'll be gng for his prom nite..the next day my cousin's getting married.in which i gotta wake up damn early and rush to east coast park where her wedding will be held at.sunday prolly send ej off..the next day,work,work,work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a holiday.i need a getaway.prolly jazz bar will just do..or somewhere that i can totally just get those evil energy outta me and relax...i need,i need,i need to get away from the workload and the early mornings and late nights.ej or gfs will do..they keep me happy.i need a full 7 days of heaven..of not waking up to find myself late for work or sleeping knowing the next day i gotta work my ass off..i need a place to relax...fine. full 2-3 days then.okay,okay!just 1 day of that.gah!!!! life sucks and then you die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thursday...not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='.coz.i.have.limits.too.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SQls5lcnpkI/AAAAAAAAARo/mY9B06EtvMg/s72-c/image-upload-189-796337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-3841274609296275681</id><published>2008-10-28T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:41:28.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.catch.a.falling.star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SQaJ0FKaZeI/AAAAAAAAARY/3QqBx7McafA/s1600-h/image-upload-128-782384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262044742461056482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SQaJ0FKaZeI/AAAAAAAAARY/3QqBx7McafA/s320/image-upload-128-782384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;never let it fade away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;im sick right now..since saturday..bah! it sucks being at work with my nose being stuck.ej took good care of me..on friday nite i waited for his call,thinking of fetching him from cck mrt..at ard 8plus in the evening he eventually called and told me to mit at ct hall instead.so there we met,myself with killer heels(excruciating pain) as we had dinner at burger king..we took the train to our destination as we spent the night together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;on saturday afternoon i went to my cousin's place..for their open house..it was boring..i was feeling kinda sick..at night,it all hit me...that typical sore on my tonsils..which means...imma get sick real bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;sunday, ej's mum called..she asked whether i wanna follow go to ej's aunt's house..i agreed,eventhough i was sick..told mum about it and she gave her permission eventhough my uncle's coming over to my place to see the baby..so ej fetched me at my void deck and dang he looked damn hot with his long sleeve formal top..i was feeling so sick and my head was spinning..from one house to another at jurong..so then his family and ej and i part our ways as we head to dhoby to catch a movie..the show starts late,so we ditch that plan and head to ct hall to have dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;decided on spageddies as i was craving for the lasagne..i was famished,boy..i was gobbling it all and devouring the taste knowing my tastebuds will not work it's effects in days to come..we talked about our relationship and we talked about our past of how we were all just friends and how it brought us to this stage..awesome talks as i felt to grateful to have him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;he sent me home and each time we get off the train,he'll stand a step lower on the escalator and support me by hugging each other..he touched my forehead and it was hot,hot,heat.i was already having runny nose and kept sneezing where it'll be damn loud for the whole train to hear.and each time i sneeze,my head will spin..and so he'll give an assuring smile that i'll be well soon..he kept insisting to kiss eventhough i was sick..and now,he's sick as well..poor boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;monday i spent the whole day at home,in bed..i couldnt breathe properly and i kept gasping for air..ej kept comforting me..somehow i wish he was next to me to stroke my hair and make me better..which he intended to do that today,but since i have to go to work,he's not able to come over to my place..that sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;the reason for dragging myself to work today?coz on friday he has his prom night.and if the boys dun bring any dates,they'll have to do 3 extra guard duty.pfft!! how unreasonable.so for that,i gotta take half day on friday and today,i gotta be at work the whole day to cover up for my absence for the half day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;im still sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;happy tuesday,lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='.catch.a.falling.star.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SQaJ0FKaZeI/AAAAAAAAARY/3QqBx7McafA/s72-c/image-upload-128-782384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-1135422553999675351</id><published>2008-10-24T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:30:44.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.atrocity.known.as.man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;when throughout ur life u will never grow up and you live each day like a disgusting piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;when the news finally registered in my head,i swear i dun wanna hear further. the fact that already the third time she did this and it happened WITH someone from my past, i felt so damn disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;how a cheap person could be.god,woman.where's ur dignity?away from u like all the babies u've aborted?wat happened?isn't it expensive to even get that third breast? (inside joke) oh yea..it's just cheap.just gotta spread ur legs and get screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;it's a wonder whether she even think or have in mind of how i was with him.when she knew wat happened and wat kind of a bastard he was.waddayanoe..hook up with him.get pregnant.irresponsible piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;im just so disgusted by the words u played with her.and the girl?she's damn stupid enuf to let herself be in this situation.to even think she might even trust his words?ha.wat a joke,dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;that bastard will never grow up.going ard,screwing ard..wat's new with him?and to think that he says 'i love u' so loosely it taints the whole meaning.no longer a player,boy. &lt;strong&gt;u're just a jerk. a git. a bastard. an asshole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;there u go.4 years have passed,finally i've found words to describe wat a fucking asshole u have been.and for the girl.who the hell gives two hoots to the shits she got into?she was proud of it! bullocks.this is the shit i'm hearing from the world.and i wonder how ashamed u are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;maybe u'll nvr be..ur life had always been like this,anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;this is all just way too appalling how capable two minds can work.without their dignity and get chased outta the house each time.HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA...god..loser,balls.and so he says.."how am i suppose to face didi and rai??"AHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!see how pathetic ur life is?bear in mind.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;an asshole will always be one.like a git u'll always be.more than a jerk.u're just one piece of a fucking bastard,boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;happy friday,huns..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-1135422553999675351?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1135422553999675351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=1135422553999675351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/1135422553999675351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/1135422553999675351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/10/atrocityknownasman.html' title='.atrocity.known.as.man.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-6374636440946935275</id><published>2008-10-21T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:19:39.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.dignity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;when we take the plunge..surfaces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i can't wait for this week to be over..lack of sleep and food intake decreases as each day goes by..nevertheless the only thing that i look forward to end of work is his call...that cheery voice that nvr fails to cheer me up..where i can place the bratty side of me in that call and remind him the yearns i need..my dosage of everyday addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;upon greeting and placing my bag on my desk,frustration arose as my colleague was complaining about the lack of data being assigned to them.fact was i transferred yesterday and i daresay there wasn't enuf.however when i checked their projects,they had quite a lot of pending data to clear.of coz,nobody would wanna call policyholders like a loanshark in the early morning.but dude,the other data i've assigned is sufficient to last u till lunch.then after their 'loan' project can kick in.indirectly they complained to each other and i just stared hard at them.a particular colleague whom i lashed at said,"u can't expect me to call apl in the morning!!" fug..i was damn pissed and i was waiting for time to tick by to have my 2nd stick of the day..wait.3rd stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i cant wait for friday to come..i'll be able to fetch him from camp,if he books out on that day then bless the holidays...he'll only have to book in on tuesday nite.and myself,back to work on tuesday..in which come fetch me from work and i'll send u off to camp.oh baby,pink daisies please? (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;losta love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-6374636440946935275?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6374636440946935275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=6374636440946935275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/6374636440946935275'/><link rel='self' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259070134493326978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SPv4bG9XLoI/AAAAAAAAARI/akGeR9xYOLk/s320/image-upload-132-749749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SPvw2si0KzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/78n-xsTzJTk/s1600-h/image-upload-145-746691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SPvw2si0KzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/78n-xsTzJTk/s320/image-upload-145-746691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;say hello to&lt;em&gt; tara nabeelah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;when 10 months pass us by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;it was the heart ache that placed me in sucha a stressed position.of knowing tat faith can never ebb thru us anymore..and i cant take anymore of the empty promises that always happen..i would nvr know wat to do when this happens..and my decision and choice that i'll always take would be running away..though i noe that that wont help as the problem will always be there..and somehow i see myself repeating the same words again and again..that i can't take this nor do this anymore..and that was my final decision on saturday.on our 10months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;empty promises hit me like a stone in the head all over again and again..and i see myself staring at the 4 blank walls,only to get up and pack his things..numb i felt and my head felt so clear,it kills thinking that this is not because of the anger i felt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;intended to take a cab to his place..time was past 8pm..he texted and said he'll come over instead.and there we sat at starbucks..the thick silence dampened us as i fiddled with the fag i was having..not that i wanted to,but i just had to do somehing..and himself,fiddled with his mobile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;"you're sure about this?you've think it thru?dun make this decision just becoz u're angry...don't,didi..don't..i've nvr wanted this..it's my fault,i noe..im sorry..but u think that u're happy if u end this...wat abt me?i have to respect it even if i dun wanna let u go..think abt it,didi.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;"the more u ask,the more i doubt myself..pls just let me stick to the decision..i dun wanna think anymore,ej..no regrets,after everything.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;"well...gotta respect it,then....*sigh*...well,it was nice knowing u.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;he grabbed the things that i've placed bfore him..and as he said that last sentence,everything came so clear..tears welled up my eyes and cling onto my eyelids...i dun wanna cry..i dun wanna let him see me weak..ego..my ego took the better of me..and he told me not to cry..and told me that my decision was haste and it was not wat i really wanted...as tears flow freely,he wiped it...my face stony,trying hard not to cry..(eff's sake i'm in public,balls!!eyeliner!!mascara!!!) he wiped those sheer tears away and held me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;"im still here,baby...im still here..dun leave..please..wat about all those memories..10 months,baby...10 months...all effort will be wasted..stay,baby..stay.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;i curled up like a ball,with his arms enveloping me as silently i cried..."i just don't know wat to do..each time..i just don't noe wat to do,ej..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;"hush,baby..hush..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;and we stayed that way for quite a while before he cheered me up with the faces that he makes..and whispered to me of how much this relationship meant for him and us..and i noe..that each time i give up,i'm a fool to do that..it may be the best decision..but that would be for that point of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;hence happy 10months to us...thank you,ej..thank you for guiding me and holding me still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;happy monday to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5906277400705366973?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5906277400705366973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5906277400705366973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5906277400705366973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>.a.man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SPVkQdVlZKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dXX7erEMs5Q/s1600-h/image-upload-122-751006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257218373940765858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SPVkQdVlZKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dXX7erEMs5Q/s320/image-upload-122-751006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SPVkQoqQ9VI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Da7yneQ0BxE/s1600-h/image-upload-120-783366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257218376980297042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SPVkQoqQ9VI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Da7yneQ0BxE/s320/image-upload-120-783366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;coz i'm your angel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;for the past few days i've been damn busy..i dun even have time to minimize this window to blog when im suppose to do my calling..oh fug that..there's always politics at work..and facts being kept hidden rather than transparent.it affects me and everyone else..it made me damn pissed that i found myself hating this job i'm doing,the effort i've put in and also to despise the manager that i can always get along fine with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;yes,it involved me..being placed in contract is still under consideration.a month had passed and i took 2 days MC last week due to stomach flu...and waddyanoe..last 2 days my teamleader informed me of the news..i was so frustrated by the fact that i wasnt informed.hence used in some way or another..it seems as though they have a lot of time in their hands to even plan about the bbq outing for the section come november...it realli is very depressing when one works his ass off,to even be the top leads performer to just receive a 'good job,but i'll consider..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;obviously productivity had nvr been first priority when every single day all CROs work their ass off to achieve the targets.and myself,rushing to exceed the target bfore assigning data to the rest of the them.fair?unfair indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;ej and i are well.i love him more than anyone could imagine.coming to 10months with him and it had nvr gone stale.and that,my dears is a wow-ifying thing for me as well,only the close ones noe how playful i can be last time..yet now..let's just think of future and the second heartbeat in me years to come..coz i wanna be with him..thru thick and thin he will always be there and assure to me that everything will be fine..one who cools my flaming and raging mind and soul..and that,im thankful...and always will be..hiccups here and there,yet he still insists on holding my hand eventhough my grasp would be pale in comparison as his..regardless the number of heartache and distrust..he'll find a way to make me realise how much i still love him..and as much i can despise him,i will always find myself running after him..everytime..all over again..all over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;for now,let's welcome my latest 'collection' of niece!!!!eldest sister just gave birth to a healthy,baby girl last 2 nights!!!CONGRATULATIONS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;happy wednesday,sugahs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-6618412695782271556?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6618412695782271556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SPVkQdVlZKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dXX7erEMs5Q/s72-c/image-upload-122-751006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5923844772559202390</id><published>2008-10-09T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:34:00.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.missin.my.baby.tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SO17X35GtaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OF092b_JKuA/s1600-h/image-upload-28-781369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254991990281909666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SO17X35GtaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OF092b_JKuA/s320/image-upload-28-781369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; .my.pouty.love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SO16ayAQv2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/DdlBCHML3II/s1600-h/image-upload-28-720464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254990940729294690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SO16ayAQv2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/DdlBCHML3II/s320/image-upload-28-720464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;when we search deeper... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;im at home rite now..didnt go to work since yesterday..damn sick..stomach flu..almost fainted at work on tuesday evening..it was nearing time to end work when i found myself staggering and legs almost gave way..my vision was hazy and i noe that imma fall anytime soon..stubborn me took a bus home still eventhough i had like more than enuf money to take cab..but nnnooo...found myself slipping on the bus railing...grabbed the railing again with my numb hands and shivered for the rest of the bus ride...legs almost gave way again when alighting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;my whole body felt damn numb..and aching everywhere..i needed ej the most so that i could complain and cry to him how much it hurts and how sick i felt..but i knew he wont and cant call..he's off for fieldcamp..2 days,1 night..so i weeped myself to sleep..coz my eyes stung in pain..all i felt was heat,cold,heat,cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the next day which was yesterday i went to the doctor..he checked my tummy..and pressed one part of my tummy..fug..it hurt real bad..he said.."bacterial infection of ur intestines.." shitzits,balls..obviously no way could i understand any medical terms..or language..he could simply say stomach virus or something.sheesh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ej was suppose to call yesterday nite...i waited..and waited..only to receive texts from babes...still no calls..past 10pm,past 11pm,past midnight..i knew he wont call..i rested my throbbing mad head and reminisce the days with him..the past ones where lanson was our favourite spot,where heinekin would always be the best,where we walk,talk and laugh every single day..where he'll fetch me from skool,from work,from wherever i'll be...those days...those memories...then sleep engulfed me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;im still sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;happy thursday,rockafellas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5923844772559202390?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5923844772559202390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5923844772559202390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5923844772559202390'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-4683308201584947861</id><published>2008-10-02T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:52:30.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.too.late.to.change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;first and foremost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;selamat hari raya to all fellow muslims..maaf zahir dan batin dan harap halalkan semua makan minum...do forgive for all the wrong things i've done and any profanities that had been thrown to any of u..to any jokes that seems personal,pls dun bear any grudge..coz it's unintentional..all in all,do have fun for it's a whole month of visiting and closing the gap with ur closed or far ones..and...PPPAAARRRTTTYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;im at work..on the 2nd day of raya..i'm the only muslim working now..the rest took mc..blardy..yesterday was so tiring..only 4 houses that we went to..and i only got $9 out of it all..oh wells..i was too darn embarrassed to receive anymore money from my relatives..i'm working and i'm old enough..so whenever they wanna hand out,i'll just say that it's okay..im working..haha...shy,la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;it had not been a good week..on tuesday after work i went to snip ave to do treatment,colour and trim my hair..ej fetched me at 5plus at the hairdresser's and off i went home..it didnt end off the way i had in mind...first day of raya was kinda shitty..ej lied..i am now thinking of whether something's happening behind my back that i dunno of,until the first day of raya..dude.it's the first day of joy and being on mercy to beg for forgiveness..i received a text..of a name that i don't even noe..and all was said was it was a typo error..my heart thumped madly as i think of the excuse given and how he would nvr text me with my name 'didi' in it..all would be affectionate names..so wat is this?an excuse?a veil to hide something that i'm not aware of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;im not feeling good at all about this..and he did say that he lied about something..after being defensive,after being angry with me for assuming when actually it's the truth all along..and when he finally admit,i felt like a fool..the stupidest person on earth..parts of the past came crashing thru as i dun wish to be that naive and stupid girl all over again..to be in a relationship full of lies and being cheated on..and wat happened after?beaten up by that bastard.do u think i've not learnt my lesson??doing all this just for one thing called love..to just bear with all the shits he had put me thru coz i loved him..and i dun want that to repeat again..ej wont beat me up.i noe.but to be lied and to be cheated upon,that is enuf for me to pack my bags and leave..i can flirt and kiss any guys while he's in camp.but i dun do that..i dun see the need to even think about doing that.coz he's my bf..it's contradicting isnt it?the fear u had,u're putting urself for it..it's sad..it's just so sad how stupid i can be,to be a fool in one's eyes that i dun do things while he's in camp..yet himself...i wonder how he managed his time in camp using the fone only at night,yet this can still happen...wow,ej..u amaze me..and i thought guys cant multi-task.tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;im still wearing the ring..im still thinking about u..and im darn a fool to even love u..i dunnoe why...but instinct's telling me to hold on still...for??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i noe u dun trust me..and i'll do my best to regain ur trust...baby,im sorry"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;happy thursday,liars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='.too.late.to.change.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-1044109275977916026</id><published>2008-09-29T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:55:14.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.my.own.star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SOBkb5ygwuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/23UDL5o8nqY/s1600-h/image-upload-65-744924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251307596045927138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SOBkb5ygwuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/23UDL5o8nqY/s320/image-upload-65-744924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SOBkcHul9wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WB8McqMmENU/s1600-h/image-upload-80-735188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251307599787587330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SOBkcHul9wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WB8McqMmENU/s320/image-upload-80-735188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;who we are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;on saturday afternoon ej book out from camp..hence went as planned..i met apom,zul and mil at kembangan mrt to break fast together..we walked all the way to kampong chai chee restaurant which mil had booked the day before..apom kept on complaining about the distance and the hot weather.sheesh!!alas we got our ass there and settled down,choosing the food to order..ej came a short while later with his eyebrow piercings on which caught me by surprise as i thought it's closed already as apom went off to fetch sitt from the station..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;we all had good laugh and talk..i kept asking ej to hold me as i miss him so but we knew we could not,due to the seats occupied by makciks and pakciks..the rice arrived late,although the dishes came rite after we ordered,which turned cold at the sound of azan..famished as we gobbled everything down..we crossed and each had a fag as sitt and i played 'catching' after knowing ej spilled the secret to her..and i kept asking who until...dang..my own bf..blardy!!took the bus to joo chiat for mil to get the ethnic costume for her bro..ej too..we walked..we were complaining..we wanted to get out..so damn hot and crowded..from joo chiat to city plaza(which i chose the lime green costume for ej as it's the same clr as mine..:) )..back to the bazaar for apom to devour his dendeng cravings..and so we walked back to paya lebar station with sitt's dangdut song being stuck in each of our minds..bah! "stop!kau mencuri hatiku..hatikkkuuu!!!" god..u can just imagine how annoying that was..from sitt to mil..to ej..and then i found myself singing it..it just got stuck.yes.with a very annoying high pitched voice..all of us,that is..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;decided on punggol at yishun..to chill out..it was past 10pm by then..in the train sitt and i insulted this woman from china who wore realli skimpy clothings..her butt cheeks can be seen and if i were to push that strap bag,i swear her pussy can be seen as well.that was how short her hot pants was and damn she's fugly..i wonder if she even understand the dissings we shouted to each other due to us sitting across from another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;reached yishun,bumped into arman as i talked to tsue for a but over the fone and chilled at punggol..the name of the coffee shop..ordered milo and talked..taufiq came by and sitt and her hubby went off for home..past midnight..i wondered when i'll be getting my ass off for home..we were deciding on places to go..as mil walked off from zul from a tiff they had..apom wanted to get toiletries..suggested mustafa centre..then ej suggested something else to me..decided on that..nearing 2am we got our ass off,finally and cabbed to our destination..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;we were late as we woke up feeling so groggy and sleepy..it was 6.30am as we joined the morning commuters..sweet enuf to send me off to tamp int as early as morning i was already giving him a stupid joke..fagged at our usual spot and waited for his bus this time as he's always doing that for me..and so we talked about brunei and ns and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ard 5pm we talked again,after getting our ultimate rest at home..he didnt wanna go back to camp..i didnt want him to either..but we both noe he has to go..he assured and reassured me as i cried over the fone of the things that we wish..the time,the effort,the yearns...i noe i got him...i've always got him..and that makes me love him ever more,no matter wat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;he'll be booking out 2mrw nite and we'll mit..and we'll see if over the weekends we'll get to see each other due to hari raya family visits..sigh...at least i'll still get to hear ur voice each nite,baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;happy monday,angels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-1044109275977916026?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;in time it ticks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;did my spring cleaning for my room last nite..everything finished at 1am...i seriously gotta stop sleeping so late at nite..and i've been talking in my sleep..that's how shagged i am..sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;ej called last nite..giving me 13 miss calls..i was in the shower..gee..but thank god he had not surrendered his mobile..he's on 4 days off from training..after that 4 days,back to all those marching jogging and suchnots..kinda worried..but rite now i'm not realli that bothered...i dunnoe..im feeling mellow and trying to be numb to all those things that i've been feeling or talking to him about..2mrw bros back from qatar for hari raya..over there eid mubarak is the wildest ocassion..whereby holidays had been prolonged just to celebrate that day...woots to that,while for myself,it's only for one day..anw,im not feeling well rite now..i dun feel like blogging..so tra~~ loves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;happy thrusday,babes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2749380956398421163?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SNse0jHW0hI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uEh4lxqDtw8/s72-c/image-upload-51-718982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-796164636337370315</id><published>2008-09-24T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:20:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.you.will.always.be.my.baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;running thru my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i had been feeling depressed lately..with no appetite to eat and always feel so lethargic..breakdowns for no reason and always a dread to do something..all i wanna do is to coop myself in my room,lie on the bed and just stare at the empty ceiling above me..reason for it all?i have no idea..prolly ej and his rifleman thingy..or maybe i just feel so tired every single day from work and not having enuf rest makes all problems pile on my shoulders...i've been popping piriton pills just to have a good sleep..no,not addicted yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;talked to mum about ej abt him being a rifleman and how disappointed i am in meeting him only on weekends..mum said that if i really wanna be with him,i gotta have patience and i gotta endure..mum says that he's suffering and i gotta give my support..i said that he's not the only one as im suffering too..and i noe that i'll be damn upset if i dun get to see him during weekends..for 2months i've endured that weekends thingy..and now for the rest of his ns life i gotta endure as well..sigh..i do wanna be with him..but it's tough,balls...it's realli an obstacle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ej's dad and i talked over the fone..it was nice talking to him as whenever i go over to his place,i find myself being shy to talk informally with his dad..somewat awkward..prolly the lack of a male figure in life had made me feel distanced and weird when talking to a fatherly person..but his dad had made me feel comfortable in talking to him over the fone as we talked about ej and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ej got back from cmpb and had his x ray of his knee done..we talked over the fone since morning..an awesome morning for me,i'd say..can't wait to see him soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;with love,dids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-796164636337370315?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/796164636337370315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=796164636337370315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/796164636337370315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/796164636337370315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/09/youwillalwaysbemybaby.html' title='.you.will.always.be.my.baby.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-3786972741872517030</id><published>2008-09-22T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:57:11.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.my.beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;when life is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;i dun feel like blogging but rite now let's just write it all down for memories' keepsake..brief,yet i noe it'll be etched in my mind after readin it all..on friday after work he fetched me at loading bay..suppose to follow him for his jamming..but i was upset and i did the most stupidest thing ever..yes,i walked off from him again.fug..i noe i shouldn't..but i followed my emotions too much..sigh..sucky..and yes,i did gave him some profanities bfore departing..i was sucha bitch for doing that..and almost i wanted to end it all..end of the day i took back my words..i noe for sure i needed him and it was all out of anger..im sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;.saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;we went out and had our dinner at ps.waited for zul and apom and we got ourselves couple ring..cheesy,i noe..very cliche but hey..i trust that this ring will bring us to the dreams we have..and im very much happy with it..waited for sitt to finish work at cotton on and we all went off..bumped into azri at platform and we took the train ride home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;.sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;initial plan was to go over to his place..but decided to cab to our destination and i can say that that was the best ever!!okay..prolly u guys already have things in mind of wat happened,well the sins are between me and god.and it wouldn't affect ur life now,rite?hence the body connects as profanities were thrown only to see each other in hunger..thrash it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;.monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;he books in today..i spent last night talking to him and coaxing his upset self as he do not wish to return to camp..guess that 10days was pure joy for him despite the fights we had.he was very relunctant to go back to camp..he sounded so sad and i wish i was next to him at that moment to hug him better..that was the only 2nd time i hear/see him being sad to go..we talked from dusk and he was already in the bus otw to camp..tried to converse in a cheery voice and fought myself from falling back to sleep..finally he had reached his camp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;he called while i was in the bus otw to work..he's been posted as a rifleman.and now's the time where i dun feel like blogging...as this is wat wan text me "it's the worst vocation anyone could get. gng in and out of the jungle nearly everyday. as usual book out on weekends. very lucky to get a friday book out, if that happens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;for the rest of his ns life he gotta do this.i admit im very much upset and cried in the bus..and i noe he has no control over it..but for the rest of his army life..gosh..and zul texted and said that rather than swearing at him for something beyond his control,i should be giving him my utmost support.yes...i noe i should be doing that..a glimmer of hope..i just need him back..coz i dun wish to see him only on weekends for the rest of this ns..i will be missing u....i am missing you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;joy,my love..bring back the smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;happy monday,addicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-3786972741872517030?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3786972741872517030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=3786972741872517030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;in ur presence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up feeling groggy and my head was throbbing..ally was sick and had high fever..i think i'm sick too..i'm feeling so warm and my throat hurts..prolly not enuf rest and too much fags..or prolly plain sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday his dad text me to call him,to wake him up to fetch his bro as his mum's not at home..i talked to a pissed off voice and i hung up as i couldnt be bothered anymore to talk to him after relaying the message..then after,his mum called me..i had to call him again to ask him to call his mum.and he hung up on me this time..bfore that,he gave a few shoutings bfore ending the call..a very happy 9 months,huh?sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to think thoroughly of the decision i was contemplating..i was still at work,i couldnt concentrate so much as the heart was yearning to shout,only letting it all be a silent scream..finally i took up the courage to text him words i was unsure,yet the best that i could think of..i couldnt take the screaming i get every nite,the hang ups i had to endure,the false hopes everytime..i found myself texting words of contempt as i couldnt take all the cuss and swears being thrown..i then decided that it's best to end things..yet i was still unsure..unwillingly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he texted asking me whether it's all joke..a plead at the end as i found one being on mercy..yet it disgusts me as a call was received and there he was asking me not to end it,yet he was still shouting..the reception was not of help as his voice kept breaking off..for all i noe he screamed his lungs out as i caught offguard and hastily hung up the fone due to shock and being frightened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shivering mad and my heart full of anger and disappointment..i didnt noe wat to do..i was helpless as i chose the decision that came the first thing in my mind..impulsive as i made the decision clear of where to mit and time to pass his stuff back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called again as he consoled me,apologising for all the profanities being thrown at me for the past few days..i cried as the guy beside my desk threw glances and gave a "are u okay" look..naz was there for me thruout as she hugged and calmed me down..thank you..informed him that i'll give a call once im home..as im still at work..there's no privacy and i couldnt think clear..he apologised again and pleaded for things not to end.."9 months to waste..when all these while we've endured everything.." and so he said..yet i guess endurance had nvr been part of me..or maybe i've endured too much that now it really had triggered my button..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot about the call as finally he called me and talked to me..in the wee hours in the morning he called again as he just reached home..i was already fast aslp when 'the fallen' kept ringing..we talked.i cried.he was trying so hard to be patient as i let all my emotions out..i told him how things had changed and how degrading i felt when he screams at the other end..he said that he dun wanna lose me..as much as i love him..yes,still no matter wat..i just can't do this..honestly i can't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swallowed my ego and let it all come in..let him break my defensive manner and decided mind and thought about how things will be after losing him..that is when i realise that i do need him..and the former was such a haste decision..the best,yet an impulsive manner..he promised not to shout anymore..and i begged him for the guy that i once knew..the one that's always been near perfect during our ite days..and during bmt..the one that i've always known and been comfortable with..not the monster that had emerged suddenly..nothing is of a happy ending..but yesterday i felt all the dampend feelings lift up as i close my eyes for a good sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy friday,love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='.life.is.of.black.and.white.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-5207924602051141204</id><published>2008-09-18T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:56:29.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.within.ur.f*cking.self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so wat happened....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy 9 months..i can't be bothered anymore..yest i didnt make any effort in calling nor texting him..only him calling me and myself at the end of work..while i was downloading projects to be assigned to my colleagues he gave a call and told me that he's bored..his mum went out and he had to take care of his younger brother..and so i asked.."so what do u want me to do?" he said that he wants to go out..asked "with?" he said out with me..and so he said once his mum comes home,he'll go out and meet me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;remember me saying i can't be bothered in asking him out anymore and he should make the plans not me?well..since he did,i agreed to mit him..FUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;he called again and told me that he can't go out the next day,in which he has session..so he'll substitute to go yesterday..i was like huh?thought u're gng out with me..fug yes,i gotta be understanding.but tell me,fucking tell me how am i to understand when this had happened too many of a time?it's like he was the one who asked me out.HIM.not me.HE was the one who wanted to mit me,to kill his boredom.and alas bail out on me?!WAT THE EFF!!i was so pissed off..always.ALL THE EFFING TIME this will happen..it's like im so happy that i get to mit him..and then he had to give a second call to inform that it's cancelled???for session...fug ej.FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;he gave me multiple hang ups as the conversation hung in the air..i was still effing pissed off and god noes how much i wanted to punch something..and my heart in a knot full of rage..since 6plus yesterday evening..all the way till now,no calls nor texts from him..and for myself,i dun wanna be bothered anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;9 months my fucking ass.it's all the same.all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;btw sorry for the profanities,dear readers..happy thursday,all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5207924602051141204?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5207924602051141204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5207924602051141204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5207924602051141204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/5207924602051141204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/09/withinurfckingself.html' title='.within.ur.f*cking.self.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-3866478144720101637</id><published>2008-09-17T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:33:14.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.if.it's.time.to.be.alone.or.rather.hanging.by.the.phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SNB500n3v6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PSaYGmKXOYE/s1600-h/image-upload-205-700651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246827514272661410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SNB500n3v6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PSaYGmKXOYE/s320/image-upload-205-700651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dids,ira,nysh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SNB51DLwrII/AAAAAAAAAOY/SorRSL426R4/s1600-h/image-upload-370-719756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246827518181289090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SNB51DLwrII/AAAAAAAAAOY/SorRSL426R4/s320/image-upload-370-719756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SNB51SGJUTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7D_8PDaOj2I/s1600-h/image-upload-391-709651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246827522184270130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SNB51SGJUTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7D_8PDaOj2I/s320/image-upload-391-709651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;the days that we count..stars that we found..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;after work yesterday met up with babes to break fast together..omfg!!i just miss them so!!nysh and ira..it's like a month since we mit up..the last was my surprise bday celebration and it's realli great to see them again..yes,i miss them..upon crossing,i saw ira..and i was already smiling to myself..threw her a hug as we walked ard thinking of places to chill..finally decided to just sit at ramen ten to wait for nysh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;it's under renovation and it was quite stuffy and the tables and chairs were too close..there wasn't any privacy..it's like the ppl at the other table can just hear us talking..nysh came..like finally..after choosing food,we ordered..lotsa talks and time flew us by as we saw the crowd thinning and our tummy bloated..bah!!so fat..had a fag and waited for the victoria secret's bag that i had ordered..popped by to see audrey and she gave us chanel samples..from mascara to facial products from chanel,balls..woots!!how cheap can we get??yea..hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;plan was to surprise tsue at her place..well,we did..but..the party's over.ha!!tsue was already washing the dishes and the mum was already aslp..hahahh!!!k..we were late..but she was surprised coz we told her we couldn't come..so wat else..we camwhored with her slr...hhahaha!!chilled and talked while nysh made many bloopers and airhead moments as we were all too shagged to let our brains work properly,of course except for ira who had bummed at home all these while.sheesh!!lucky ass!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;finally tsue's bro came home and so he sent all of us home..got home late..shagged..it was near 12midnight..but hey..HAPPY BIRTHDAY,TSUE BABY!!baby my ass...dah 21..dah tua!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i think i gotta stop gng home so late..since saturday i've been reaching home near midnight..next day i would be working..so which means i have yet to get my ultimate rest..sucky..im mentally,physically and emotionally drained out..sssooo tired..each morning i had to literally drag my arse to shower..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;called ej last night as he waited for me to wash up..we talked and he told me something...i realli wonder,ej..will u blame me for asking u out?i have 10 days.we have 10 days..and i wanna make full use of each day that had been given to us..but i see us fighting at the end of the day..and when i ask when will i see u again?god noes that it might just be next week.hell,i wouldn't be surprised..by the rate we're gng,i think might as well u go back to bmt where we make it a point to anticipate each call and each mit ups every weekend.fug..u dunnoe how much this 10days means to me..and dun u blame me for asking to mit up..but u noe wat now?i dun bother..i dun want to bother asking u anymore..coz i noe i'll get the same reason.."everyday i go out..i need to be at home.." the last time i saw u was monday..that is not everyday..i'm not asking too much..i just need a day to spend with u again..so that i can make proper planning..work,family,frens.and if u're gng to prioritize who's important,then it's time to think about it thoroughly.ur frens..yes..fine.but dun u even think of blaming me for gng out everyfuggingday when i hardly see u anyways..and dun say things that u noe will nvr happen..coz im too pissed off with u..im too pissed off with u shouting every single nite at me when things are not fine..im still keeping my cool,ej..u're a step closer to crossing that line..dun take advantage of my silence..u can shout,and i'll talk to u patiently still..back then we'll have a shouting match..but eversince u told me that dun like it,i tried hard to please u...and now looks who's shouting..contradicting,isn't it?yea..i think we both have issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;oh btw ej..2mrw we turn 9...happy 9 monthesary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;happy wednesday to u all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-3866478144720101637?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3866478144720101637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=3866478144720101637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/3866478144720101637'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8163712141722195399</id><published>2008-09-15T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:06:14.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.liyla.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;desires burn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;on saturday we had another tiff..i was very upset and disappointed..badly..he had his training in the morning,then after it's done,he called and gave me some bad news which had left me appalled..i was fumng mad,not that i showed it much,more like disappointed..after hanging up,then it all hit me..ggoooddddaaammmnnniiiitttt!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;after much thinking,decided to mit up after breaking of fast..pipi and ally went down to mit him first as i was a wee bit late..they waited at neptune and from behind i hugged him..off to tmart to get our dvds and pipi's stuffs and all of us took a cab to orchard,to george's condo..it's funny how the cab fare wasn't expensive..still makes me think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;anyways,reached there and watched tv while ej was still in awe with g's condo..we watched music and lyrics,by then it was past 9.45pm..decided to part ways..we went to the swimming pool at the top floor..it's an open area and fug...awesome..the view and all..ffuuugggg...and so we said our gdbyes to pipi and ally as they went back to the house while ej and me cabbed to our destination..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;first and foremost,i would like to say that i love him..no matter wat..and the nite was spent in ecstasy as his snores brought me to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;so sunday came and we cabbed to tamp int..had subway and off home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;.monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;work is tiring..i woke up wishing not to go to work..i didnt have the meeting-cum-interview as manager was on childcare giver leave..so i dunno when the whole discussion will take place..anyways after work accompanied naz to her bf's place to collect some stuff from his mum..we freaking walked all the way to int back again..just to kill time and of course,we entertained ourselves crazy..finally ej called to say he's otw with wan the mark the himbo..and yes,wan will always be so annoying..they had collected the ipod video at woodlands and was otw to meet me..awesome..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;i swear the whole nite was full of restrictions as they didn't let me touch the ipod video neither wan's itouch.CB!!since i didnt noe wat to eat,decided on pastamania after the boys had their dinner at food culture..yes,one and a half hour to decide..sheesh!!anw,babe called me at night..we talked till past 1am..i was damn shagged..and he teased.."chey...someone's got an ipod video..." i was like huh!?!?coz i swear i thought the ipod video was for him.so wan!!!there's not reason for me to say thank you coz i realli thought it's his,okay!!but ooouukkkaaayy...so now i noe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;thank you for searching for an ipod video at sim lim square..thank you for gng thru the net to search on it..thank you for gng all the way to woodlands and wan,accompanying my ej to collect it coz he's scared as it might be a false one..thank you for coming all the way to mit me..thank you for making sure everything's in order..thank you,thank you..well,prolly i've said many thanks after both of u robbed me of money,rite???yes,wan?!?!hahahaha...okay..the treat last nite is for the appreciation.hahaha...seriously..thank you ej my ghumbra and wan the mark!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;annoying me..happy tuesday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8163712141722195399?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8163712141722195399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8163712141722195399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8163712141722195399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8163712141722195399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/09/liyla.html' title='.liyla.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2991624503002989275</id><published>2008-09-12T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:14:58.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.myriad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;a person's jovial..a man for himself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;woke up this morning with a great mood to start the day..the fact that it's friday and it's ej's pop,i opened my eyes with a smile..upon reaching my workstation and reading thru my email,this is wat i received from my manager..with regards to the proposal he asked the other time..hence my teamleader urged me to follow up with him about it..hence,this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Hello Siti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be more than happy to recommend you for contract but before that Dolly and I would need to sit down with you and we will need to discuss your KPIs as a CRO moving forward. Let's catch up early next week for this discussion. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;i was beyond elated as i noe that my effort had been recognised and instead of staffs approaching the manager,it was the other way round..kudos to myself..and yes,did i say i was beyond elated?last nite the guy that i texted with texted again..i wish it all to stop..things dun matter to u now..and i've stated my purpose by apologising on the past that had been forgotten..so let's just put everything to a stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;i was happy..yes..i was..ej called just now..he had just finished his pop..i was giggling to myself..and i was so happy for him..well done,love i said..and then he said a few string of words full of news i wish not to hear..the fact that everything was planned and i was looking forward to 2mrw...the day that i'll see him on the whole full day...yet,it'll nvr happen..it'll nvr fucking happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;call me petty,call me a brat.i dun care with wat brands been stamped.all i noe is that i hate false hopes.when one's aniticipating,i dun see a reason to burst that person's bubble..but bubble'd been burst too many of a time.and i'm getting too sick and tired of this.of getting this stupid feeling of the heart slowly cracking into two.and tears welling in my eyes and holding it all back.sick and tired of the hiccups in plans..coz it had always been like this..u nvr fail to ensure plans dun work out as much as u nvr fail to make me anticipate for that day.fug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;i'm too pissed off to begin with.fone's ringing.he's calling.eff off,okay?anw,it's realli disappointing.sure,we'll spend the night together.but wat abt the afternoon that had been planned?the restaurant i had in mind?the places that we shall go in the evening bfore we blissfully give our utmost attention..wat about it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;dun go back on ur words,boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;u noe how much i fucking hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;.FUCKING.HATE.IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;happy friday.eff off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2991624503002989275?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2991624503002989275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=2991624503002989275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2991624503002989275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2991624503002989275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/09/myriad.html' title='.myriad.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-1746623019201656382</id><published>2008-09-11T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:35:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.ignite.the.funeral.pyre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;an insult to memory..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;how annoying..i called this policyholder to wish her happy birthday..she couldnt speak english,hence conversed in mandarin..after wishing her,she talked to me in english..wtf!!!i just got punk'd!blardy annoying effers..and she was complaining abt the lack of follow up from her agent..in english!!!damnit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;have u ever felt guilty for doing something?for something that had nvr mattered,yet after a while,realised that u feel regretful abt it?i did..it's when looking back of how things go..and then news upon a few days back..and i was eating my own words..an insult to memory,an insult to one's effort..i couldnt afford to prolong that guilt.annonymously i went,and if that person chanced upon my blog,then hello now..u noe who i am..apologies for the past.though to u it didn't matter,but might as well voice my sorry so that i dun have to feel guilty anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;ej called last night after his co nite..party,bitches!it wasn't a good conversation,i'd say..coz end of call i was already sighing and feel shitty..u noe wat..i dun feel like blogging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;happy thursday,all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='.ignite.the.funeral.pyre.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-4730798413810115137</id><published>2008-09-10T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:01:51.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.i.received.the.text.that.you.sent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMdUqAbKN0I/AAAAAAAAANw/J1Qwd5Ygl3Y/s1600-h/image-upload-175-739397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244253371741386562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMdUqAbKN0I/AAAAAAAAANw/J1Qwd5Ygl3Y/s320/image-upload-175-739397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;freeeeeeezing cold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;sometimes i wish to bring gloves to work..those thick,durian ones or the posh-looking ones..coz it'll always be cold eventhough the temperature had been increased to make it warmer..*teeth chatters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;on monday nite i was taking pics of the three kids..decided for them to play dress up..damn cute!!with their oversized hat,spiky wig that my brother owned for halloween and graduation hat..check out my frenster pics..damn cute,la!!anw,didnt go to work yesterday..i woke up with a throbbing head and found myself seated at the computer at home,gng online..hence uploaded the pics..so lazed at home,with texts from babes and dudes,planning the day to break fast together..so far,4 invites and i dun even noe when i can sssqqquuueeeezzzeee the time with myself working and a need to go geylang to get my other ethnic custome..let's see..nysh and ira,on the 16th,which falls on tsue's bday,but i bet she'll be celebrating with mr arman or her family..so that's fine..then there's rai and fhil..and zul and mil..then,there's johnny and liz..so..10days after pop would be ej's freedom..since he need not book in nor book out..woots to that,but i'll be working..still not enuf time..but it'll be fine..i hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;ej called last night..and we talked for freaking one hour,balls!!though there were lots of need to hang up to check his rifle with his sargeant.but still!!an hour!!it was great as we didnt get to talk the day bfore..he's so excited for his pop..and i am too..and it was realli nice listening to his voice..at the end of the conversation he sounded so tired..it realli sucks when i dun hear anymore happiness in the call..oh wells..2 more days..then saturday,a whole day with him... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;just checked my payslip via internet..last month was the most that i ever got thruout working here..i'm very much contented with myself.but once the proposal made by my manager kicks in,i'll get more pay..coolio wakiki..i'm very,very much happy..so let's fill our tummy wummy,pamper ourselves crazy on saturday,shall we??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;and yea..woke up at the break of dawn to eat..took out my tongue stud..went to work,lit a fag.DIDI!!!!gah!!!i wonder when will be the first of realli fasting..2mrw??i realli hope so..discipline,didi...so stop chewing on that gum u're eating now!!anw,it was so weird talking to policyholders without any stud in my mouth..i kept slurring and it just felt empty..i guess i'm not used to it...and kerin gave me a star ring..very cute..love it..okay!!2 more days!!and i've just booked an appointment..and tonight,i'll sssoo be pampering myself..hoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;happy wednesday,starlights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='.i.received.the.text.that.you.sent.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMdUqAbKN0I/AAAAAAAAANw/J1Qwd5Ygl3Y/s72-c/image-upload-175-739397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8297609876353423659</id><published>2008-09-08T11:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:34:05.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.fire.through.the.night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSYBUFtAaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vh0qPvvgZ88/s1600-h/image-upload-110-798373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243483014506021282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSYBUFtAaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vh0qPvvgZ88/s320/image-upload-110-798373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243482462424896562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSXhLbTlDI/AAAAAAAAALI/wSRNKrsfHwA/s320/image-upload-119-788450.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;yes,baby...very bitttcchhyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSXDn-xrTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/N1mlxqnpxp8/s1600-h/image-upload-115-759804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243481954693786930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSXDn-xrTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/N1mlxqnpxp8/s320/image-upload-115-759804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt; see the contrast??hurhur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSXD9FSTvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tO38qjmJuDg/s1600-h/image-upload-62-749095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243481960358235890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSXD9FSTvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tO38qjmJuDg/s320/image-upload-62-749095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSXD753D1I/AAAAAAAAALA/fOdRGWWTpUM/s1600-h/image-upload-81-730294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243481960041877330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SMSXD753D1I/AAAAAAAAALA/fOdRGWWTpUM/s320/image-upload-81-730294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;when darkness falls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;on friday i didnt get to mit him..i was already home,awaiting for his call..he only called past 9pm,telling me that he wont be able to book out..in fact they were being confined..fug..knowing me,i got upset over it..not his fault..coz of his stupid platoon mate who came late when they were suppose to fall in..bubble burst!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;so on saturday woke up extra early just so i could finish my book..the one that i've been talking abt..yes,i've finished it,at last!!awesome,marvelous,brilliant,wat-u-may-call-it after finishing a good read.he just booked out and was with his dad to get his award..woots!!boyfren's smart ass..congrats,love..then after he went to wan the mark's place for session..watched tv and fell aslp..decided to shower and have some food..still wasnt able to fast..still no calls..everyone went out,i was left alone..finally the call came..at 7pm i got out as there he was,waiting at the void deck..i was all smiles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;while waiting for the bus,he hugged and we swayed and held tight as he sang the morning march song..the song that i noe reminds him of me..we kept gazing at each other's eyes and he kept making me laugh..then he told me that for his p.o.p,there's only 2 tickets given...i was so sad..i couldnt go..obviously..and i would rather see him march and see him and be proud of him for that moment...but he can't be blamed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we took the train and went to city hall..bumped into rina and said our olas..we walked to marina square and decided on spageddies..suddenly he was craving for fast food instead. -.- babe..we were all the way at city hall and our dinner's fast food??*smacks forehead* went to all-the-time burger king and we talked abt future..plans and wat's been gng on that we have yet to update each other..after having a fag after dinner,he said.."i want my gf to withstand the rain.." i shrugged and said sure,y not??as i see all couples hudled in the corner at the shelter or couples walking with an umbrella..i did bring the umbrella he bought for me..but oh hell..let's play in the rain,shall we??it was fun..it was cold and pouring..and i slide thru..and he kept smiling to himself..i was having so much time..been a while since i played in the rain..much more fun when ej's with me,of course..went off for home after and bumped into khai,mulysa..yes,he has hair..and tsue,babe, he sent his regards..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;he kept making faces in the train.hugged me close as he sang in my ear..aaww..decided to wait for zul at tamp int,although it was past 11pm..hafiz the uncle called..eh!!i saw u and ej..turn back..im at 969..after getting our sweet talk,we went to 969 and from across talked to him..his hair's long now..haha..time ns,snip,snip,snip..and no bitchy moment from him..so kental..bah!hahah..so anyways,ej and i sat at the place where we always have a fag..listened to songs,cuddled here and there and finally zul came..past 11.30pm..sssoo slow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;parted ways,sunday came..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;slept all alone as pipi and ally were at g's.talked to ej and was already missing him bad.i was thankful that he waited till 2am just so i could wash up..he waited although he was so sleepy and tired..thank u.i woke him up that morning and we talked.i fell aslp back again and realised damn,was late!rushed to the shower and grabbed watever things..packed my bag,kissed mum and she wanted to slice some cake for ej's mum..but it was not ready yet..decided to give on another day and off i went..in the bus i realised how upset i am for not being able to attend his pop..sigh..oh wells..reached his place..he was still in the shower..his mum had cooked porridge..she took some for me,eventhough she was fasting..i felt bad..helped myself with water and played with his brother..his mum talked and we laughed and ej finally emerged from the showers..while he was packing up and i was busily chatting with his mum,he smiled and mouthed 'i love you..' i gave a sheepish smile..and his mum smiled,knowing a secret was being shared.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;we kept holding hands and in the bus he hugged me..i rested on his arm and intertwine our fingers..went to royal sporting house in search of his tights..friction while running,baby..ouch..and all the way he held my hand although we're walking through narrow aisle.silly boy..and when i parted my hands with his to flick a strand hair or to get something in my bag,his hand was awaiting..aaww..took the train to cck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;fagged and off waited for the bus..he said that he hate it when we gotta part our ways..but we noe he has to go..then on saturday,since our pay comes in by wednesday,we shall enjoy the rest of that 10days..yeay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;called pipi..she was still at g's.decided to cab back home after miting her..while in the train otw to orchard he called..time was 9pm.he gotta surrender at 9.40pm.and he's in charge at that pt of time..*proud moment*we talked..laughed..saying he misses me so much..and was tickled by mark,his camp mate's antics..it was sucha great way to end that day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;reached orchard and took the bus to g's.a lone condo which is fucking awesome.got in..george gave a cheery hello and sat blissfully on the comfy sofa..watched tv and laughed with him..yes,future bro-in-law..went in ally's room,where she was hiding in the laundry basket..hurhur..so cute..carried her out and more talks with g..then after decided to head home with pipi and ally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;great night,awesome 2 days..no sulkings(hehehe..) and full of hugs and decent lovings..thank you,ej..i love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;happy monday..xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8297609876353423659?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8297609876353423659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8297609876353423659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8908349905156168578</id><published>2008-09-05T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:50:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.over.a.black.veil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i shall march with pride..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;yesterday felt so shagged after work..just remembered that ej might not be able to call me that night..due to his march at east coast from 9pm to 4am..my spirits dampened as all i needed was his voice..reached home,lazed ard and continued on my book..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;while preparing the table to break fast,(not that i was,but was helping mum)i heard a distant ringtone of 'the fallen'.i was like ej!!!and dropped everything and rushed to my fone..gosh..i was overwhelmed..as early as 7pm he had called..we talked and he told me how his day went..i was still surprised and was still in a way all over the call..he laughed and we did our best to make the call worthwhile.at 7.10 he had to hang up..i asked him to please text me before surrendering his mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;which he did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and so today's the day that finally i'll be in his arms again..and i've been keeping track of time...to wish that the call would come soon..of informing me that he book out already..and then..we'll meet and have a great evening...coz i miss him so..and there's still 2mrw... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;happy friday,babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8908349905156168578?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8908349905156168578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8908349905156168578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;'a piece of my life', 'arena of concealment' by caliban. these are the 2 songs on replay mode every morning to work. and yes,it'll always be a great morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;last night was lazing on the couch,reading the book 'a thousand splendid suns'.i think that's the title.all i noe it's the book after 'kite runner'.and yes,the  book im reading is realli awesome..it's abt how the girls in afghan live..and how they are being married to men at such a young age.gosh..it was real hard to put the book down,though i was already so sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;ej called and instead of himself sounding so tired,it seems as though it was my turn..in the afternoon i had too much things on my mind..work+ej+renting of houses had made me so shagged..i was an airhead once i reached home.hence i didnt sound as happy as the boy on the other line..he asked why and informed i sounded sad..i told him that it's nothing and we should just brush it off..was just plain tired..but he,being the person that loves me,noes me too well and said.."u missed ej,huh?u missed the old me?" there,i started crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;he apologised for the things that shouldnt have mattered..he apologised for changing,of being tired each time..and myself,i just dun see the reason for the apology..he didnt do anything wrong..it's not his fault for being tired every nite..training's tough and all..all i wanted was the old him back..that tired,yet happy bf that i once knew..not the tired and grumpy bf that i've been with for the past few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;he did promise me last 2 nights he'll text me..so i reminded him and he asked how many texts that i want..and i said 'ten thousand.' and we laughed and started negotiating..time was wasted as suddenly i could hear his officers shouting at them to give their mobiles back.abrupt silence.he knew i was damn upset.and i could hear his guilt thru the thick silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;we said our gdbyes..and he still sounded apologetic..hating myself for his guilt,i tried to answer our standard gdbyes in a cheery voice,yet it failed me..and i requested to get my ej back..and told him to inform ej that i miss him so..and he said that he'll try to get ej back to me..and we hung up with dark cloud hovering us.and so i cried myself to sleep...for no reason that i could find..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;he'll be booking out 2mrw..and after telling him that i might be out on saturday,we tried to adjust our plans...a week more to go bfore his pop..even that didnt make me better neither do i feel any relief...i just need the old ej back..the one that anticipates each call even sacrificing his smoke break just to talk to me coz he misses me so..the one that gives a cheerful hello and the one that will make me laugh in each conversation,eventhough time would be scarce for us..but still,no matter wat..i love him with all my heart..no matter wat happens...i love you no matter wat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;happy thursday,YEAY BESOK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2961418315678725721?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2961418315678725721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=2961418315678725721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2961418315678725721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SL47Twal9fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EnUKoC8Igxc/s1600-h/image-upload-5-739313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241692226905830898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SL47Twal9fI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EnUKoC8Igxc/s320/image-upload-5-739313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there shouldn't be any other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;just me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just us two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;and we'll piggyback for the rest of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just me and you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;just us two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;can it all come true...?&lt;br /&gt;i swear i've nvr cheated on u..&lt;br /&gt;so tell me..&lt;br /&gt;wat lies beneath..&lt;br /&gt;the lies,&lt;br /&gt;or truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-5737852127473002017?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5737852127473002017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=5737852127473002017' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-347466371521433825</id><published>2008-09-03T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:25:05.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.caliban.morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SL4fQIqcGbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NEkqyo0o9CQ/s1600-h/image-upload-4-705135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661378369690034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SL4fQIqcGbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NEkqyo0o9CQ/s320/image-upload-4-705135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;for all that we've gone thru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;he fetched me at loading day after work on monday..took a cab there coz he was late..and he called.he said i'll have to wait for another hour..fug..suddenly while talking to him,he stood before me...cb..threw him a huge hug..gosh..missed him so much!!took the train to dhoby as the plan was to catch a movie..been a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;watched death race which is a fuggen awesome movie!!!the girl is so damn hot..even i couldnt stop oggling my eyes on her assets..haha..no,im not turning lesbian on u now..still prefer real men.anw,then after things kinda got sour as we took the escalator down..misunderstanding and a small argument as i walked off from him towards the mrt station and himself to ps..i was totally out of control..the rage,the disappointment and all the trust i had for him..i was walking aimlessly,complaining to tsue which half of the conversation i doubt she could even hear..i had tears running down my cheeks,oblivious to the crowd walking past me..i was realli,realli feeling depressed..and yes,near suicidal..it's like all faith and hope literally fade out..all the effort put to waste..and all u see is just a human figure..literally..not just being dramatic,but tat's how i felt on monday nite..that soul-less being,all air escaped from my lungs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i knew i shouldn't have walked off from him..i sat at dhoby platform,crying...i called him back and asked where he was...ps.i walked..on the fone with pipi..crying again..and i didnt wanna let him see my weakness,so i wiped my tears away and met him.we walked in silence and the greying of nite hovering us..i could see the rage in him..the face all formed a crease..i knew he was mad..and myself,empty.we didnt talk..as we were taking the train,he stood in front of me and kissed my forehead..the smell of his usual sweet in his mouth filled my nose,plus with a little something..i sniffed again...sigh...i asked.he said he did.my disappointment was beyond words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;for 7days that i waited..for all these while in ns..i still waited,though at times i felt like giving up,but still here i am standing before him..and that's wat i got..although it was a misunderstanding,i wouldnt even wanna noe if anothr person were to be in the picture..coz this is for him.for us.for the relationship.we talked that night on the fone abt wat actually happened..yes,he has a lotta frens..and myself,i do too..just that i find myself contacting my close ones..and he noes who they are..and i guess i thought he did the same too to me..obviously not.which created all these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;tuesday took leave as i wanted to send him off..poor thing as i saw him carrying that huge ass big black bag..he was actually slouching..i tried to lift the bag,only to get real tired..ha..he looked tired..he looked shagged..and i would say that since he booked out on monday,it had been quite different..change in his excitement of meeting up..i see him more looking in dire need of rest..and that call..yesterday after booking in again..i was all excited coz i already missed him..and i got a tired 'hello' from him..i could only sigh and wish him to be much happier and kept asking him to give my ej back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;pop on 12 sept.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;in the train yesterday he said that rather than saving the money for guitar,he would save it for something else..he said the guitar will be bought after being stable..for now,he'll just buy effect..and so i asked him where would the saved money go to?and i found myself smiling oh so happily...thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;im wondering wat reason to give for 12 sept to apply leave..the fact that in need of manpower is so important and taking leave wld be a hassle..and i cant say i have to attend to bf's pop..eventhough they all noe that ej's in ns..i should think that would be an in appropriate reason..so tell me...wat do i say...??and i can't wait to see u on friday..or maybe saturday...or maybe sunday..we'll see if time let us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;happy wednesday,huney..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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after gng geylang with mum and her,in search of my ethnic costume..the one that i liked costs like $160.got that on sunday instead..i was so cranky..i was pmsing..thank god tsue's there to talk to mum..coz i didnt feel like talking to anyone when it was scorching hot,the place filled with goddamn minahreps and matreps,showing off their tattoos and wearing skimpy clothings..no respect for ramadhan at all..it's realli sad..and im ashamed to be even be part of them,wat more their race..it realli poses a disgrace to the malay community..and the numbers of those who are stated above are decreasing..their age grp i mean..as young as 15yr old was seen carrying a baby on sunday..and she had that arrogant look..the guy was smoking next to the baby,with tattoo all over..i have no more words to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;baybeats was awesome..not the crowd or wat,but i shall say that day was awesome.though i felt so slack with just t-shirt and jeans..(anal abt my dressing)and i was pms-ing,i had fun with the girls..with tsue,shikin and lat..funny asses as we chilled at marina square..so sly..hahaha..anw,bought a top just to change..god.and i felt better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;sunday off to geylang again with mum as i got my costume and ej called at night!!!and yes,yes,yes!!i'm miting him today after work!!!yeay!!!!!!!so happy,okay..and it's a little shitty when i woke up before dusk to have my meal...to the toilet,damn..red dot day just came.1st day of fasting month,1st day of this..so much for "i shall fast on the first day!!" sheesh!!!!i cant wait to see my ghumbra and im having flutterflies in my tummy..as if it'll be the first time miting him..hurhur..im sounding so silly and annoying..oh wells..dinner and movie!!!!yeay!!!can't wait to hug him!!!eeks!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;feelin' me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;happy monday,sugah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2079369724088428460?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2079369724088428460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2324385464585230110</id><published>2008-08-29T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:19:39.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.wat's.your.worth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;.PMS-ING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i dun need false hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i'm done sugar coating your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;when all effort is making u expect too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2324385464585230110?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2324385464585230110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=2324385464585230110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2324385464585230110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2324385464585230110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/08/watsyourworth.html' title='.wat&apos;s.your.worth.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-8828086990511857112</id><published>2008-08-29T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:14:23.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;day 5...i feel empty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;today's the ccas..and so everyone's suppose to report work by 8.30am,when usually work starts at 9.30.i woke up with a very heavy head..dragged myself to the toilet and have my first fag for the day..only then did i feel fresh..i wonder how i'll be since fasting month's coming.sigh...and on the start of fasting month,it'll be the day that he comes home..and i hope he'll fetch me after work..or better to mit me after dawn so that we'll be able to hug each other..yes,im anal when it comes to fasting..coz we gotta respect the reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;called his mum last night only to get tears from her..she's doing well,just that at times it's hard when u gotta face the challenges in life..and some ppl can be so crude with their remarks that i wish i could just throw stones till they die just like in the book, 'kite runner' and the sequel..just so that it justifies the shits they had given to his mum..she did scold me for not calling..she was like.."i told ej's dad..if ej nvr call home,didi won't call.."hhahaha..sorry..was too busy with work that when i get back home,all i do is to have time on my own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dunno wat else to write abt..after work gotta rush to ct hall for baybeats with babes..and hopefully kudos to them time will pass by so as i'll be in his arms soon..i wonder how he's doing..how are u,ej dear?i hope u're well and training's not that hard..i'm missing u here..too much,baby..and i wish to be in ur arms..and to get ur tender kisses..just to see u physically in front of me,to hold u dearly...baby,pls hurry back home..coz there's something's amiss in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy friday,loves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-8828086990511857112?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8828086990511857112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=8828086990511857112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8828086990511857112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/8828086990511857112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty.html' title='.beauty.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2376463757549718166</id><published>2008-08-28T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:51:40.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.to.each.his.own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;day 4...3 more days to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;at this point of time,i need him badly..last night i was so shagged,all i think about is him..coz i needed him..it's like after a long day at work,all i needed was to hear his voice..make me better..though i noe i wont get that..but how i wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i was having dinner when mum sat at the chair next to me..she asked me again whether there's any job vacancies in my department..that question is for my cousin's wife,which had been bugging me for the past month.i said i dunno.and it requires computer skills.and mum said.."*sigh*..u keep on saying u havent check..dun u want to help her??" i swear i felt my vein bursting soon...i kept quiet and played with my food..i was so damn pissed..i just ignored her..she then nagged and i just turned a deaf ear..went to my room and i was already throwing things everywhere..more like venting my anger on the things that came my way..and there,i needed ej.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;so this morning..getting ready for work...mum said.."didi..u kept wasting ur money on nonsense..(i dunnoe when's the last time i bought unneccessary things)look at maya..she's trying so hard to get a job..at least she's not a spend thrift like you." damnit..i feel like giving 2 cents of my mind,balls..and i noe that will create a huge squabble..so i kissed her hand and cheek and went out of the house without saying a word.in the bus,i tried to shut her words from playing in my head..but it was hard..it hurt real bad..for the whole 21 years of life mum nvr compared me to any other..and now??why?wat did i do wrong here??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;it's not my fault that her whole life she's been working f&amp;amp;b line and she only have 'n' levels..it's not my fault that she doesn't noe how to use the computer..it's not my fault that she don't take her own initiative by finding jobs for herself,instead depend on MY mum to choose and help her..it's not my fault that she's not outspoken enough during interviews..it's not my fault that she has a kid and my cousin cant afford that much..it's not my fault my aunt who's her mum-in-law's mean to her eventhough ppl had advised her not to be so crude..so where does it stand that i owe her that much to make my life miserable and relationship with mum strained?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;sure mum gets the attention from her coz she doesnt work and her kids are busy working,trying to get a decent living..and happily my cousin's wife would call every morning..coz she has no job,obviously she has the time in the world...but mum,it doesnt mean we have no time for u at all..i'm sorry that i've not been spending time..i noe ur intention's clear that u just wanna help her..but mum,dun u think she's taking advantage of u??u cant depend on me to get a job for her..it's not that i dun wanna help..i just find it weird to work with a relative..and i cant afford to lie to u,mum..that's y i didnt lie to say there's no vacancies..all i find myself doing is shutting self up.coz my department needs manpower..but i dun wanna tell u a lie..coz i noe i suck at it and will feel so guilty..mum,i just need u to noe that she's depending too much on u..and i noe u feel special coz somehow she looks up to u..but dun let the relationship with me drift away,just coz of a person..for someone,who may be just a stranger if she's not married to my cousin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i noe maya meant well and i noe she's in need of jobs..i noe she has a gd heart and she's a good person..but mum,dun compare me with her..coz she's depending on u..coz she wants u to go to the extra mile for her own benefit..and when she finally work,do u think she'll call u still every morning??i doubt it..nevertheless,im sorry mum..i love u always and nothing can break that..but i wish that u could see regardless tired or happy,ur daughter is still standing next to u...and i just wish im still perfect and the best in ur eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;happy thursday,all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-2376463757549718166?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2376463757549718166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=2376463757549718166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2376463757549718166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/2376463757549718166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/08/manforhimself.html' title='.to.each.his.own.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-1187474638779742297</id><published>2008-08-27T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:47:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.and.make.it.thru.the.dark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;day 3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;i was so shagged yesterday..work was tiring and manager gave me a proposal..and i took it.i noe it's a risk,but hey..i'll be getting more pay..i noe my family wont be too happy about it,since they wld want me to change jobs due to the reason of getting more exposure and bro wld definitely kill me if he noes that im still working at this insurance company..coz he was like.."give ur resume to big companies like expo..if u wanna study,work hard for it.get exposure,get high pay,then come look for me..then i'll pay for ur studies..."and now wat have i done??well finally my pay will justify the huge load i do every single day...morale will increase..but experience??i seriously have no idea wat am i to do with my life...sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;after work last nite,liza called..she asked whether i wanna mit up coz she's done with work..so we took the bus to my place and got ourselves sweet talk and cake..we're both pms-ing..she's been snacking,and i've been snacking..regardless the tummy screaming "I'M FULL!!!" we still pop nonsense into our mouth..pipi came with ally and decided to chill at mcdees..we talked and advised liz..and i couldnt do much as i understand her situation as i've been in that position again and again..so while i was stoning away as my brain was past dead,the radio played 'what about now' by daughtry..my eyes filled with fresh tears as that was the song me and ej used to listen and dedicate each time..i was realli missing him..and i dun want my strength to fail me..so i tried to shut the song and lyrics from invading my mind...which was obviously hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;day 3's here..and i'm okay..rather than 7 more days,it's now 4 more days..how time flies us by...yet it's still far within my reach..i really miss him..too much that i ache..each night i watch his video of him playing the guitar..somehow i wish it's realli him physically playing the guitar in front me..but i noe that's hard to come by..just gotta wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;thanks tsue for making plans for friday and saturday..baybeats,gfs,donuts and drinks..sunday off to get my ethnic customer with mum. -.- then after,in his arms again............ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;i could only smile in anticipation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;happy wednesday,dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-1187474638779742297?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1187474638779742297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=1187474638779742297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/1187474638779742297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/1187474638779742297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/08/andmakeitthruthedark.html' title='.and.make.it.thru.the.dark.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-4309699136515327954</id><published>2008-08-26T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:18:29.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.devoutly.wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;day one's over...and i was okay... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;darf and i kept ourselves busy by texting each other since our bfs wont be calling for 7 days..day 1's over..i think i managed well thruout,thou i was missing him bad from time to time..but i did overtime and went home and watched tv till 11plus..then only did i go to bed.and putting the little one to sleep kept me busy as i stopped checking my fone,although i knew i wont get any calls from him..day 2's here,i think i'll survive again..well,hopefully..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;on friday would be the 'ccas' award..and the judges will be walking ard the department..and we are to wear blazers and shitzits like it.sheesh!!!no more casual clothings for me then..so anw,in the morning,the project manager and manager were at my team...and waddya noe..my manager was wiping the desk,mirrors..all the stuffs that needs wiping.he came to my table.."siti..clear ur stuff..no papers on the desk,nothing.just 5 items only."and i asked..then where am i suppose to shove these papers?!?!? he looked at me,with a cheeky smile,he said.."well,that is up to u..." and i said.."..and my body." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;-_____- yea..shove it up my ass?!?baton??hahahaha...and then he wiped my table.hahahha...then one of the teamleaders came up to him.."it's okay..they'll wipe their individual tables.." he said.."it's okay..bfore marriage my mother teach me to wipe things.." hahah!!and i found that he missed a spot on my desk..i said..."u sure ur mother taught u properly or not?got stuff still on my table..!!" he said.."then ur mother nvr teach u,ar!!" ccccccbbbbbbb....so he said that part of his salary goes to cleaning..yea..part-time cleaner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;coz when we were having lunch,he was there and i stubbed my fag on the ledge..he said.."eh..go and throw in the bin,la..later poor thing,noe all the cleaner!!go pick it up!!" and i said.."wah..this part time cleaner very 'on' about his job,sei.." hah!!so i told him that working here makes ppl's mind corrupted..he said.."ya,la..bf in ns...weekends see him,obviously u'll get corrupted,not just work,wat!!" wah...i tell u.i almost gave him the middle finger,balls..bbbiiitttcccchhhh...it's great having him as our manager..he,who gives inside jokes when briefing the whole section..pretend to be serious...when smoking at loading bay..sheesh!!!serious my ass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;back to work now...my ghumbra!!! i miss you ssssooo much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and listening to caliban every morning makes my day great..try it.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;happy tuesday,gays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2545002864875656082-4309699136515327954?l=ladiedidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4309699136515327954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2545002864875656082&amp;postID=4309699136515327954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4309699136515327954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2545002864875656082/posts/default/4309699136515327954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladiedidi.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_26.html' title='.devoutly.wish.'/><author><name>.FaLLeN.ANgeL.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10312493513497566255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SXdMppd2A6I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4J4NNnBPsY/S220/image-upload-60-779913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545002864875656082.post-2482170553602810165</id><published>2008-08-25T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:20:45.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.charlie.warrior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SLJrCa4X2TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uRCP4k665Rc/s1600-h/image-upload-98-767747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238367005904984370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V7whD3WIhp4/SLJrCa4X2TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uRCP4k665Rc/s320/image-upload-98-767747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i miss this boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;after so much of being a brat,he called on friday evening.."baby!!i book out already!!!" i was in full joy and i stopped being sucha bitch.yea i noe..im way too spoilt..i noe imma brat.but with him,i am however *slides the word* spoilt.so i headed home and changed..he fetched me at my void deck,yes,in a cab coz he dun wanna be late since it was past 9pm already and off we went to the bus stop to int.we had dinner at pastamania as all the dining places are closed,except for mcdess which he didnt feel like having that..and yes,we ordered too much.with starters,main course and desserts.trust me..we were beyond famished..the last meal i had was at 12.30 which was my lunch and him,he didnt have much..after the main course,i couldnt finish my dessert..it was orgasmic,i tell u..the choc just melts in ur mouth and dark choc(my fav) just engulf your whole mouth..i was already moaning after the first bite.we asked for feedback form(wat's new when it's us dining at places)and we decided to compliment "Agus" who had carried the tray for us and had pulled my chair for me and placing everything in order.that was the first ever kinda service that i got after that more than 15times to pastamania..we cabbed to the destination which was fucking filled with baby roaches.freaking hell!!!!change of place and blissfully i slept with my head on his chest,the place that i favour the most..and i woke up the next day with him spoon-hugging me ever so tightly..and i love how his legs will be placed on my hips..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;.saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;we cabbed back to tamp int and after much considering,decided to go off and have lunch at home..i slept and ignored his calls..and after calling ten thousand times,i woke up.i was late!!rushed to shower and got ready and went back out again..to yishun to send him off to camp.we were early and decided to walk ard lot 1.stopped by couple lab and saw rings that "ouuuhhh...i love it.."after much thinking of places to eat(i came outta the house with an empty tummy)we decided to get bread and sweet talk and sat outside the mall...alif,his platoon mate saw us,joined and we were laughing our asses off..sufi and darf arrived,after much poking ej's sides and his gibberish language,we went off to the bus stop.after sending him,darf and me walked ard lot 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;got home and he called!!i missed him so much!!but then again,imma see him again the next day after his run at marina bay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;.sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;he called and i was upset..it's so late!!and he gotta book in by 7pm.nevertheless,he fetched me at my void deck straightaway(i was late again) and we went off deciding places to have our lunch.him with his swensens,cafe cartel,yadayada...ghumbra,no!! i didnt want him to spend so much on me..hence i forced him to lunch at food culture.we went western and after took 969 to his place..bfore all that we were looking for places that sells umbrella..and i was already upset that the prices are ridiculous!anw i was entertaining myself in the bus as we had to stand..he almost fell,falling aslp while standing..i was humming,resting my head on his shoulder looking out the window..my humming of the guitar to the song by pantera woke him up..he giggled and laughed coz i sounded silly..haha..was bored and sleepy,okay..and i kept telling him."kiss me.." *kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; lips* "kiss me.." *kisses cheeks* "chirstmas..." *kisses..HUH!?!*hahahahahahahha.....expression was priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;went to northpoint to get my umbrella..coz i was being a brat..see??it's becoz of him,la!!!and we reached john little.ridiculous price again.he grabbed it and said.."the one who reaches first will decide" so we ran past allt he lingerie on display and all,which obviously he reached the counter first and paid.$13 for umbrella.ridiculous!reached his place,his family was at orchard..got to noe they locked the gate and he didnt have the keys..fffuuuggg..he was worried that he'll be late..called him parents,he pooped at his neighbour's house after much force by me and waited for his cousin..we tried different techniques..him that is..while myself sitting at the chair outside..did my make-up.ha!!andokay..i tried too..but nothing worked..the pins and all had been dented..finally past 5.30 his cousin came.he gotta be in camp by 7,balls!!fucking late,la!!i was upset..i was already brooding about the limited time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;he rushed to change,within 20mins we were out again..cabbed to old lim chu kang road as i sulked at the corner..fucking hell,dids!he coaxed and parted my defensive manner as my fingers intertwined with his..hugged him gdbye as we reacehd the gate and i continued the ride to cck int..fell aslp in the train and bought myself chestnuts..just to make myself better..called pipi as she met me at the void deck with hersheys cookies and cream in hand..thanks,love..we chat and went back home for army daze and so,he called...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;day one of fieldcamp had started...let's count down to the day that he books out..and of course...pop in 2 weeks time...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i love you,my precious..and i'll always miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;happy monday,daisies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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