<?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-30314447</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:49:09.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scribbled schitnits.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116637951930462249</id><published>2006-12-18T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:26:03.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://hisredshoes.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So long, bitches.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116637951930462249?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116637951930462249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116637951930462249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116637951930462249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116637951930462249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-long-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116629654343122710</id><published>2006-12-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:07:45.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be emigrating to LiveJournal soon. Blogger bores me now and I need LJ for my online shopping and surfing. Entries may be locked so not all of you will have access unless you join and add me. But of course, I'll still leave this around for my navigations because I wanna read your blogs too. One needs to be updated always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, huns. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116629654343122710?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116629654343122710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116629654343122710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116629654343122710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116629654343122710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-gonna-be-emigrating-to-livejournal.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116629564456536718</id><published>2006-12-16T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:00:44.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people just have no shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, something hilarious happened. And I'm not saying that it was hilarious because it was funny, but because it was sooo ridiculous it was highly amusing. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this lady got wayyyyy pissed over a cup of spilt water. Actually I really don't get what was all the fuss about since it was just a bloody cup of water, not oil mind you, but apparently she went bonkers over it. Eventually my manager had to do the deed of persuading and comforting her. Its really annoying how people take advantage of such situations. Typical old hags. Woman, if you'd have wanted your damn meal free of charge, just say so. Because thats precisely why fuckin' customers always get what they want. Don't go about in circles hinting just to hide your dumb ego. Its shows sweetie, it shows. Just because you are dumb, doesn't mean we are. Lame excuses are just, plain stupid. Why accuse us of DELIBRATELY pouring water on you? That statement, is just one of the stupidest I have ever heard. No shit. Uh, we're doing a business here lady, not a performance. If delibrately pouring water on you is what we do, that is seriously gonna drive Douglas Foo to his grave, ok? Don't be dumb. Its so shameful how people would go all the way cause of greed. Morever, what was so worthy of her pants? They're black, so people wouldn't possibly go wondering whether she peed her pants or not. Why is it because your pants are wet, we need to pay for your cab fee home? Fifteen friggin' bucks. I can even imagine how she would've have been cackling away after leaving with her fifteen bucks profit. I bet not even five pairs of her bloody pants are worth of my fifty bucks fugly uniform. So lady, PLEASE stick your ego up your ass and go home eat maggi mee okay? It makes things and life wayyyyyy so much easier its a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, with such outstanding service whereby you get your cab fee paid for a pair of unworthy WET black pants, who wouldn't come back? Le sigh. Now you people understand why I hate aunties and uncles. They give me nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just in case you were wondering, I didn't spill the water. It was the boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116629564456536718?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116629564456536718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116629564456536718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116629564456536718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116629564456536718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-people-just-have-no-shame.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116576560150834630</id><published>2006-12-10T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:31:57.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1607/480/1600/582580/Pict011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1607/480/320/540924/Pict011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1607/480/1600/646983/Pict013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1607/480/320/83915/Pict013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1607/480/1600/744825/Pict018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1607/480/320/421527/Pict018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note how hilarious I look in the picture with the boyfriend. I actually kinda look constipated. Not to mention both our faces shine with oil. The heat was a killer. Should've zapped my face out, but oh well I'm too lazy to edit and upload everything in again. So make use of the chance to make fun of my ugly-assed face. Assignments still yet to be accomplished and more tests to come. I'm so friedddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1607/480/1600/270619/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1607/480/320/41355/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear colleague, Sotong's birthday celebration, held last sunday. Yet again, I look extreeeeeeemely retarded. Wtf. I give up. Okay. Happy 21st beb! You know we love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116576560150834630?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116576560150834630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116576560150834630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116576560150834630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116576560150834630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/note-how-hilarious-i-look-in-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116574192788687750</id><published>2006-12-10T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:41:59.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Milkshake @ MOS last night. The queue was friggggggggin long I tell you. It was hard to even tell where the queue ended. Oh well, we just did what most people were doing, cut the queue. And fortunately enough, we got in after some super-mashed squeezing. It was crazy. You would've thought there was some sale or something. But then, entry was free, oh well. Typical. Bag storage was full house and we had to lounge around with our bags in tow. Ended up dancing by a table the whole night, in fear of anyone who'd dare to snatch up our bags. And it was meatpacking, like &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; meatpacking. The temperature must've shot to 300 degrees that night. Everyone should've worn what people wear to Zoukout. Geez. Oh, and there was this super-duper geeky guy opposite me, dancing his own mad erotic routine. Tousling of hair&lt;em&gt;(don't only girls do that?)&lt;/em&gt;, sliding up and down&lt;em&gt;(what,pole dancing?)&lt;/em&gt;, and flinging his arms wildly about&lt;em&gt;(uh,siao ah?)&lt;/em&gt;. Grossssss. Seriously, he could've earned himself an orgasm right on the spot. Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite like MOS music that much. And the people there are quite mad. Left around 3:45 and went to chill at the closed bars near the riverside. Caught sight of some dumb losers puking and snoring away on the roadside. Omggg and this literally dead guy had to be carried around by five of his friends. Five! How hilarious. A group of disgusting &lt;em&gt;hokkien-ish&lt;/em&gt; guys nearly got into a fight till some cops turned up and they backed off. Dumbfucks. They should just go home and sleep. Like what I did when I dropped dead at five in the morning. I swear my ears are still buzzing and half deaf even till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up as soon as I get them from Sam. Have a great day guys. Mine will be well spent resting at home. Apparently my feet are still dead from those damned peep-toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116574192788687750?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116574192788687750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116574192788687750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116574192788687750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116574192788687750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/milkshake-mos-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116560290630151101</id><published>2006-12-09T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:35:06.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish Borders would place a huge lovely sofa in their store.&lt;br /&gt;With huge squishy squashy cushion pillows on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could read all of their fashion magazines all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116560290630151101?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116560290630151101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116560290630151101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116560290630151101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116560290630151101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wish-borders-would-place-huge-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116550196415325319</id><published>2006-12-07T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:18:02.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when I'm in my effed-up moods. Nothing goes right, and that just about makes things worse than ever. Grrrr. Term break in another week's time. C'mon c'mon. Time runs like peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, X'mas in another eighteen days. Love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and apparently, the two dumbfucks have died from my workplace. Yippeeyaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116550196415325319?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116550196415325319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116550196415325319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116550196415325319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116550196415325319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-it-when-im-in-my-effed-up-moods.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116542718519788905</id><published>2006-12-07T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T09:49:00.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for you, bitch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind your own business, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;ChilliPadi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116542718519788905?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116542718519788905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116542718519788905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116542718519788905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116542718519788905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-for-you-bitch-mind-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116490128310331802</id><published>2006-12-01T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:41:23.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna crunkkkkk. :(&lt;br /&gt;Zhen you're a bitch for making me addicted.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116490128310331802?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116490128310331802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116490128310331802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116490128310331802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116490128310331802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/12/omggggggggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116481676428872256</id><published>2006-11-30T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:37:07.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a new boyfriend, loves.&lt;br /&gt;His name is &lt;strong&gt;KOH POMPOM&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116481676428872256?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116481676428872256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116481676428872256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116481676428872256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116481676428872256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-new-boyfriend-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116477584083101763</id><published>2006-11-29T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:40:45.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;What's done, has been done.&lt;br /&gt;What's said, has been told.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I've nothing to retaliate back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the hurt and pain, was and still is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the chat.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....so much for fairytales.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116477584083101763?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116477584083101763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116477584083101763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116477584083101763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116477584083101763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-done-has-been-done.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116387549589659134</id><published>2006-11-19T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:56:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vintage, is love. I just bought a reallllly vintage bag and two bracelets today, all under twenty bucks! Omg its such a steal I'm satisfied to the pits. And, I also got a sweeeet purple top from Far East. Thank God the boyfriend had to head to the loo otherwise I would've never noticed that shop. I sure am gonna be patronizing there a lot in future. I am one satisfied customer baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work is a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt; My favourite manager has left for another job and two more new bloody supervisors have joined the league. So, from the word &lt;u&gt;bloody&lt;/u&gt;, you could tell that they're no good and useless like hell. Well, thats what I think so far. I especially can't stand the male. He's freakin' tall, like 194cm. I have to strain my neck to speak to him. But thats not the point. He barely works but talks all day. No, not to me. Yes, to the female one. Apparently they're best friends. But they seem to be more loving than my boyfriend and I, basically cause they can't stop talking. I don't even talk so much with my boyfriend at work, so they shouldn't either. All of us are hired to work, so you work honey, not talk. I don't even understand why he can't even &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; talk for five minutes. Its annoying. Its just too bad he's so tall I can't reach to slap his head. And if one annoying supervisor wasn't enough, now there's three. Oh, and apparently the male's hair sucks terribly. I keep having a strong urge to cut it away with the cashier's scissors. Its driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been at stake for the past weeks. Loads of work to complete and endless sleepless nights. Its hard, really hard. I'm sooooo looking forward to term break. But, of course still not escaping the projects on hand. I just need to get away from school for a while. Two more tests this coming week. Business Finance and EFMA. Omg I think I might just die. Business Finance is a bitch bitch BITCH. I can't catch up with the lecturer's bullet talks. Reading on my own just confuses me more. I'm determined to avoid supps this semester, just like I had for the last. Baobei has just finished her much dreaded A's and I'm soooo jealous for her now. :( I want freedom too. I don't even mind working everyday so long there's good company and no dumb supervisors around. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, its about time I looked for a new one. F&amp;B is such a dread and I hate S'porean customers so much I don't think I could last much longer. Plus my shopping habits need support. Gawddd. So much stuff so little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have I mentioned before that "Step Up" is a hit? Yes it is. And yes, &lt;strong&gt;Channing Tatum&lt;/strong&gt; is wayyyyy hot. The boyfriend is certainly not appeased with my love for AngMoh actors. Ashton Kutcher, Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, and the list goes on. Oh well, you can never resist hot men. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116387549589659134?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116387549589659134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116387549589659134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116387549589659134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116387549589659134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/11/vintage-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116331379842970204</id><published>2006-11-11T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:06:11.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And happy, you did manage to make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Much love, baby. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116331379842970204?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116331379842970204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116331379842970204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116331379842970204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116331379842970204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-happy-you-did-manage-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116298944954557322</id><published>2006-11-08T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T06:11:30.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hasn't been a good week. And I haven't been in the best of mood. At all. Anyone who understands my temper would know. And it doesn't help getting scolded for whatnots. Goddamn it. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU STUPID PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't try to act like you're always right. I don't give a damn about old fucking people like you, so ultimately I wouldn't give a fuck about you. So piss off and stick your fucking bullshit up your ass, motherfucker. Shut up, bitch. I don't take no shit from anyone so don't try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny how people could go around blabbering about stuff they shouldn't be saying in front of certain people. Take for instance, asking your friend ALOUD whether she has thrown away that packet of "stuff", whereby you and your friends just finished up a mega sushi buffet, while I was just standing there, with my proud-and-ugly uniform on, in sight for you to see. Mind you, one of the dumb girls was puking inside the toilet. Even though all of them hushed at the sight of me&lt;em&gt;(oooops, a bit too late bitches.)&lt;/em&gt;, I already knew what was going on at such drop of hints. So you packed all the rice in a plastic bag and planned to throw it away after your meal. Oh so &lt;em&gt;cliche&lt;/em&gt;. Big deal. Duh. Such dumbfucks. Like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'm at the top of a mountain, shouting the lungs outta me. That'd be swell. You don't know how much I'd looooove to get off my shoulders. It just seems like there's no more life in me. Hah, what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh. Make me happy, honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116298944954557322?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116298944954557322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116298944954557322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116298944954557322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116298944954557322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-hasnt-been-good-week_08.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116239884270142286</id><published>2006-11-02T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T08:37:01.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm knackered to bits &amp; off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; welcome to a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, welcome to the black parade.&lt;br /&gt;And i miss you too, dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116239884270142286?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116239884270142286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116239884270142286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116239884270142286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116239884270142286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-lovelies.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116257377625696477</id><published>2006-10-31T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:09:36.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone watched "The Guardian" yet? It was amazing. I'm not a fan of such shows and I admit, if the boyfriend hadn't chosen to watch it, I would've never thought good of it. I swear, I must have teared up at least THREE times throughout the show. And the last part, which of was most tragic, I just kept going on and on as thought my own pet died. Now you know. So go catch it now, or forever regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ashton Kutcher is still hot as ever. I can't believe his wife is twice his age! Breaks me heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116257377625696477?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116257377625696477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116257377625696477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116257377625696477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116257377625696477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/10/has-anyone-watched-guardian-yet-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116152684098262783</id><published>2006-10-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T07:24:21.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's just like a psychedelical swirl.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, life's such a bitch, as I would call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed your day. Cause I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116152684098262783?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116152684098262783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116152684098262783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116152684098262783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116152684098262783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/10/lifes-just-like-psychedelical-swirl.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116136827038408290</id><published>2006-10-21T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:26:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how many times I actually teared up ytd. It all started off when i gave my last hug to my dad, whom I actually &lt;strong&gt;RARELY&lt;/strong&gt; hug anymore, before departing off to school. That was the last time I saw him. Now, after twelve hours of sitting on a plane, he now stands on the land of Dubai. No, not on holiday. He's gonna be there for work, three years long. Of course, there will be the occasional visits back, but I'd hardly believe that with such high costs of air tickets nowadays. I admit its not gonna be easy. Already I miss him, even despite my usual irritations with his naggings and rants. Now, they would only be coming from the other side of the world, or so I think it is, through the use of technology, specifically the internet and msn messenger. One good thing, that is, my dad isn't computer illiterate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the boyfriend has been immensely supportive and comforting, which I deeply appreciate so so much. At times, I really do wonder, what would I do without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still down at the pits, not to mention exhausted to the bones. What I need is a treat of something. Something like, &lt;em&gt;chocolate fondue&lt;/em&gt;. Well, take a hint people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116136827038408290?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116136827038408290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116136827038408290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116136827038408290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116136827038408290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-sure-how-many-times-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116085096618434786</id><published>2006-10-14T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:23:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/edited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/320/edited2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well. Someone has been in a piss-y mood these days. Yes me, of course. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightttt. Lets say, I haven't been the best of moods all this while. Its the time of the month, so absolutely anything, and I do mean ANYTHING, can set me off in fireballs. Not to mention I got to heard from a friend about some stuff another friend of mine has been telling them. Not so good too, apparently. Oh motherfuck. Some people just can't shut up, can't they? Sigh, I suppose. It hurts alot. And yes, you bet I am pissed to the pits about it. Nonetheless, what's been done has been done. I've been insulted, hurt and letdown-ed. Just my luck, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new semester starts in another 24 hours or so. Truely not looking forward to it. But then, I've never have, haven't I? The timetable doesn't comfort me much either. Daily early mornings, between eight to ten; and late finishes as up to six in the evening. Sigh. I don't like spending long hours in school. And with the further additions of projects soon, its going to be worse than ever. Just thinking about it now makes me shudder with dread. Save me, someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my boyfriend told me that I walk funny in heels. And there I was thinking about investing in a pair of lovely peep-toe heels. I know I'm not one of those live-in-heels type of person, but I'd love to learn. It'll come in handy next time too. Of course, I wouldn't think about four or five inches, gawd knows how many times I'd sprain and twist my legs in those. The usuals would do fine. I've already set my eyes on a few. Now, if only my budget allows. Oh, and there was this friggin' dumb maid who rammed her baby trolley into my right foot today. For goodness sakes, as if the back of my feet aren't badly scarred already! Jeez. And she just rammed into my leg. Normally I would've forgive and forget, giving a smile and walking away. This time, no apologies accepted. The hurt was too bloody painful to forgive. If I had been in any worse mood, I would've kicked her damned trolley upside down, not forgetting my most beloved fighting action, pulled her hair. Damn it. *@$%&amp;$@#! No sense of direction. Maybe it does go to show that women aren't meant to drive. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, the show "You, Me &amp; Dupree" is pretty nice. I love shows with Owen Wilson. And the cinema seats at VivoCity's GV rock my socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116085096618434786?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116085096618434786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116085096618434786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116085096618434786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116085096618434786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-116067093822300813</id><published>2006-10-13T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:41:20.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;center&gt;VivoCity is my new found love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-116067093822300813?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/116067093822300813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=116067093822300813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116067093822300813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/116067093822300813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/10/vivocity-is-my-new-found-love.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115998170548333309</id><published>2006-10-04T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:25:15.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooh love. I could scream of joy. Guess what everybodyyyyy? &lt;strong&gt;MY DRESS FINALLY ARRIVED!&lt;/strong&gt; About time too, in my opinion. I was already ready to give up hope on it arriving when I saw that l'il parcel lying on the side of my bed. Mannn was I thrilled. At least my hard-earned seven hours of work salary hadn't gone to waste. Happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as always, there's the good and the bad. The bad, school has been a bitch. Numerous assignments and speedy deadlines in the way. Worse, most of them have to be completed in school cause of the computer programs needed to complete them. Gawd. And I thought it was such a good case not having to come to school everyday. Apparently not. WTF do they have to make us use stupid softwares that aren't even used widely around here? Its ridiculous. And it definately doesn't raise any of my liking for the school either. Hell yea, you can say that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a joyous buffet moment with the colleagues today. I seriously think HJ and I are turning into Japanese with the amount of sushi stuffed inside us. For goodness sake, we just had one last week! and now, another. Mannn do we eat. One sad thought about it was that our favourite buffet has now gone into extinction, swapped for the usual one from the various boring outlets. Le sigh. No more fried chickies, shitake, squid and most importantly, our most loved SALMON SASHIMI. Darn. They could've earned a few more bucks from me for those sumptuous meals. Goodbye now, my sashimi loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was basically bullshit all the way. Tag me people, tag me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115998170548333309?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115998170548333309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115998170548333309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115998170548333309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115998170548333309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooooh-love.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115955328835543878</id><published>2006-09-30T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:16:20.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't sit still. Since tuesday, i've been waiting for my Supre dress from the post. Still not here, and from what I know, that's not good news. I'd be abso-fucking-lutely damned if it were to get lost in the bloody bunch of mails. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt; Forty bucks down the drain. After which it'll probably take a decade before I ever opt online shopping again. Fuck fuck fuck. Pls pray to God and hope that i get it alright. I soooo don't wanna be that SUAY one to have my money wallowed up just like that. Sigh. Thinking about it makes me wanna shred those postmen into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR &amp; FIVE MONTHS TO THE BOYFRIEND AND I!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Love you still, hun. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115955328835543878?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115955328835543878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115955328835543878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115955328835543878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115955328835543878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-sit-still.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115920915155539696</id><published>2006-09-25T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:47:15.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/johntucker_bigposter.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/320/johntucker_bigposter.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught this show just today. &lt;strong&gt;JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE&lt;/strong&gt;. i must say i was excited about it at first when i watch the trailer. i'm a sucker for chick flicks,so there. but,it turned out kinda cheesy and lame. the main actor,who was supposed to fall in love with this girl,kate,who was supposed to make him fall for her and then dump him. when he found out,he didn't seem that crushed afterall. thats odd. i'd be sad if i were him. anyway,i still enjoyed it though. and,jesse metcalfe is one hot guy,so basically that made the whole show all the more bearable. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,someone told me something the other day. he mentioned that he hated people who always spoke in that typical english slang. said it made it as though they were trying to 'act' high class and '&lt;em&gt;ang moh&lt;/em&gt;'. well,that put me into deep thoughts indeed. does that mean i'm part of that annoying bunch too? i don't know. as some of my friends know or may have noticed,at point of times i do TOO speak in such tones. i may do it delibrately sometimes,but most of the times it just comes naturally,especially when i'm speaking seriously or in between arguments. so that makes me sound like i'm trying to be high class too? oh wow. i'd be hurt to know people hate the way i talk. my chinese sucks enough to be laughed at,and now my english's labeled as such. well,i was brought as a kid in another foreign country,so there still may be the accent. is it wrong for asians to speak proper or caucasian english? i'm kind of puzzled. personally,i hate singlish and try to steer clear from speaking such ways,but when with friends,there would always be chances of a slip of tongue. oh,and another point,he also mentioned that since he knows that i DO have the accent,its okay to him. so that means,in other cases,of which he or others wouldn't know me,i'd be the annoying one who's always blabbering slangs. so eventually,i wasn't exactly comforted by his last comment either. in the end,i was so self conscious and affected that i chose to stay silent for the rest of the night,keeping to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch and full of shit. i'll just shut up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115920915155539696?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115920915155539696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115920915155539696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115920915155539696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115920915155539696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/09/caught-this-show-just-today.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115889248921863523</id><published>2006-09-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:34:49.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boy,today's gonna be one long day. school in the wee morning and work for the rest of the day. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was an unusual day to spend. the boyfriend and i woke up early at the start of the day,heading over to the nearby swimming pool by my house for a quick swim. its deeply rare for us to do so,since i used to nag at him for never accompanying me to do so. so he finally gave in at last. lol. it was lucky enough that the lifeguard on duty let the boyfriend in with his secondary school PE shorts. saw some bold guy tanning by the side of pool. great guts,considering he had quite some folds on his skin. :/ we took a long nap after lunch,dead beat. dinner was at long john silvers at lot 1. its been such a long time since i've gone there,considering it used to be my usual hangout during my secondary school days. anyway enough said,it was an eventful day and very much enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,about my previous post,i left out another point. i was commenting on how ugly some customers can be at work. well then,i forgot to mention about the REGULARS. oh our dear old regulars,how magnanimous of you people to always lavish your hard earnings on our food. but,so what? WE DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING. yes,get that. we don't owe you anything at all. in the first place,you CHOSE to eat there. we never forced a gun to your head saying you should. secondly,you ain't my friend or anything,so why should i care about you anyway. honey,don't act all close and familiar with us when we don't even know who the hell are you. its crazy. i don't understand how people could use such ways just to gain minor privileges. its cheap. worse,its insulting. i could even chuckle,thinking back when a dumbass actually said "hi,i'm a friend of your boss. gimme a &lt;strike&gt;damn&lt;/strike&gt; discount.". uh,fuck off asshole. if you're a friend of the boss,its not really my business is it? plus,shouldn't you be supporting his business instead of asking for measly discounts? AND,we are informed when a friend of the boss usually comes by,of course,told by the boss himself. so i just wonder,why is it no one cares about your arrival? OOOOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd some people can be sooo ugly,i hate them. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115889248921863523?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115889248921863523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115889248921863523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115889248921863523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115889248921863523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/09/boytodays-gonna-be-one-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115843205461443145</id><published>2006-09-17T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:51:16.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. i haven't been updating for weeks. i've been lazy,i know. i can't help it,now that i'm no longer in the call centre anymore,there's no more nine-hours of facing computers. hence the less blogging. not that i'm complaining. who is? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been busy for quite a while. i've been catching up on my work for the extra cash. had my long awaited chalet with the colleagues. it was fun i must say. its been wayyyy too long since i last went for one anyway. plus,with the right bunch of people,there's bound to be fun. had my virgin visit to the kingdom of transexuals,changi village. unfortunately,didn't manage to see many of them though,just a few. eeurgh. what a sight. i swear they give me the creeps. not that they'd be after me. i'm a FEMALE for goodness sake,but the boyfriend ain't. and to be honest,i'd much rather fuck a friggin' fat lady than a thing that bears no significant gender anymore. shared a bike back with the boyfriend cause we didn't have enough bikes. man,i sat till my ass sored. late nights and late wake-ups. had a short and fun swim in the pool. aloha's chalet is really nice,i find. it owns practically everything,except the long distance away from downtown east and no air-con in the living room. i live for air-con. lol. so aranda chalet still wins my heart. man thinking about it now,i wish to go back again. though i doubt it'll be anytime soon,sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for yiqin's birthday bbq a few weeks back. at downtown east too,costa sands resort. i can't say i like the squeezy environment,but hey,its not my chalet so i can't complain can i? though the food was good. if i hadn't gotten a horrible tummyache halfway through my food,i could've eaten more. took quite a number of pictures with the gang,so will be posting them up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've really been obsessed with online shopping. thanks to sam,of course. lol. i bought like,a juicy tracksuit,cheap make up,a dress,a A&amp;F polo for the boyfriend,and a few others. i can't get enough. just because i prefer american apparel so much more than local stuff. call me a snob,but i just prefer that. but for the time being,i'll be working my ass off till my next pay check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about work,there's two things that i hate about it. first off,OBVIOUSLY the damned customers who apparently enjoy pissing me off real hard. secondly,colleagues whom i simply can't stand working with. i seriously don't know why customers have to be so annoying to the pits. we're all human,so stop acting like you're the boss and i'm your bloody slave. you guys don't own the world. i can't stand being treated like shit just because i'm working as a waitress for some extra cash. i DO have the money to eat there too y'know,just for some reasons i'd much rather not to save my stomach. so don't treat us service crews like we're from the land of the poor. i abso-fucking-lutely hate those people. seriously,some just need to get a life. usually i don't tend to be friendly cause these people just DON'T deserve to be treated nicely. i don't care whether they pay for service or not. its their choice to eat there,so live with it. piss off with the stuck up attitudes. okay,now to my second point. i hate it everytime when i have to work with undesired people around. it just makes everything irritable. say,workers whom think they're soooo great just because they're one step above us all. get a life sister,we're all here to earn a living. so stick that snobbish attitude of yours and get that lazy ass to work. just because you're a manager doesn't mean you're boss,nor does it mean you can slack around. if that's what you thought when you applied for the job,you've gotten it wrong sweetheart. nothing comes free,y'see,so i suggest you either live with it,or get yourself another job which is worthy of your attention. (: another type would be those whom like to work hard but slack hard too. yes,you may be tired from your seventy two hours per week of work,but so are we. some of us even have school. don't come to us for help when we're busy while you just stand there doing nothing. its not nice,honey. if you can,do things yourself instead of finding excuses and help all the time. at the same time,it'll stop people from hating and hiding from you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg this has got to be the longest entry ever by me. its rare for me to have so much to say. i think i've spoken enough for the time being. this is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/image%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/320/image%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/image%20060.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/320/image%20060.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/image%20059.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/320/image%20059.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115843205461443145?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115843205461443145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115843205461443145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115843205461443145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115843205461443145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/09/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115701764604529423</id><published>2006-08-31T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T03:02:23.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg. another 23 hours till i'm freed! -claps hands frantically- i can't sustain my happiness. its such a good feeling. no more wayyyy-too-early morning wake ups and a gruelling nine/nine and a half hours in class doing nothing but free labour shit. i can't wait for some rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought quite a load off sgspree from my livejournal. i can't wait to lay my hands on those new goodies. i even persuaded my boyfriend to buy something! -wide grin- i just sooo hope nothing goes wrong and my money wasted. i'd be damned, and everyone who knows me would know i'm nasty when i'm miffed. so pray to God that i be happy always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to update on,except my joy. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115701764604529423?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115701764604529423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115701764604529423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115701764604529423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115701764604529423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/08/screams-omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115668238246711737</id><published>2006-08-27T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T05:39:42.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work has been kinda exhausting lately. i don't know. maybe its just me getting old or something,somehow i can't really keep up anymore. mistakes about everywhere. i'm getting worried. not to mention that my dark circles are darkening even more its getting to be horrible,esp with me being so pale. but that's the thing with late nights. i'm too used to them. so now what i am supposed to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what coming over me. maybe i'm too spoilt,too used to having my way.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i've been giving my boyfriend a hard time recently. i get way too easily annoyed these few days. he just finished his exams so yea,he's still exhausted from the mid-night burns and stuff. but i guess i'm too impatient to understand. i can't stand hanging around people who are tired. worse,they show it with their slouchy postures or bored expressions. call me unreasonable,i just can't. all the way he had been in such state for the whole day,so i got kinda annoyed. i couldn't help but feel irritated that he had to be tired all the time. at point of times,i feel that i tire him way too much. to such extent,i'd be tempted to give it all a rest so he could just return to his old lifestyle without being so worn out all the time. i really have thought so. but i know,even my friends know,that i wouldn't be able to do so. i'm a selfish bitch so i know i can't. yet,its soooo hard to quit this horrible temper of mine. so that leaves me back at square one. now what am i supposed to do? i don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115668238246711737?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115668238246711737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115668238246711737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115668238246711737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115668238246711737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/08/work-has-been-kinda-exhaus_115668238246711737.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115608157353115005</id><published>2006-08-20T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:40:20.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/image%20051.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/320/image%20051.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at him. my friends claim that he's on the skinny side. and he claims he's fat. duh. i should be the fat one. uh whatever. and i thought only the girls were to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's not gonna be easy. it hasn't started but already i'm dreading it. the boyfriend's gonna be having his exams,so that leaves me being alone most of the time. that sucks. no one's gonna be around to give me comfort after each day of hell school. -pouts- worse,another supervisor's gonna be taking charge of my team after my old one leaves. gasps. and guess what? she's the most hated one too. great,that's all i need,to live by each day. someone help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand,the only good news around would be there's only two more weeks till i'm free. two! gawd i cannot wait. i've been counting down since day one,mind you. everytime i'd be envying those others in classics. so soon its gonna be my turn,and i'll be the one laughing my head off then. finally,shopping trips after school,no more rushing for work and possibly more shut-eye moments. best of all,the boy's gonna be having his holidays so we're gonna make full use of it. ahhh,thinking of it now makes me glee with joy. there'll be two BBQs and one chalet to attend. i can't wait for that too. its been way toooo long since i last went for one. how pathetic. so time better speed up for me. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run now. ciao bitches. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115608157353115005?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115608157353115005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115608157353115005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115608157353115005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115608157353115005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-at-him.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115573346314347972</id><published>2006-08-16T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T06:04:23.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/sweetie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/320/sweetie.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love my boy! :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115573346314347972?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115573346314347972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115573346314347972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115573346314347972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115573346314347972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-my-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115563588799740901</id><published>2006-08-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:58:25.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't really get what to learn in school anymore. it doesn't really seem as though i've been learning anything in particular for the coming half year. in fact,i've been so stoned throughout this whole time it'll be soon when i actually forget how to study anymore. in a way i miss studying too,but not the stress of course,just being able to have something to do and having a purpose for it. for now,there isn't really anything that i've learnt to know or appreciate. i detest wasting my time. i like to use it,though sometimes not wisely but yes,to do something actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past coming half year,its been nothing but the same routine each and every weekday. what can i say? my timetable is already learnt off by heart. how horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna whine anymore. all i can is,i just SO can't wait for my next two weeks to be up. no doubt about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115563588799740901?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115563588799740901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115563588799740901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115563588799740901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115563588799740901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-really-get-what-to-learn-in.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115517335632789853</id><published>2006-08-10T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:29:16.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired and sleepy. i slept at past twelve last night and woke up half through the night. now i can bearly keep my head up. and i've no mood to do any calling today either. now i can't wait for saturday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,i was just thinking. what am i gonna do without my boyfriend? he sleeps more than me,i guess. even though he hardly gets any rest nowadays. and he works harder than me. but still,he'd always be there to go the extra mile for me,that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from wakin' up early for early breakfasts to sending me home late at night even though he's knackered to the pits to rushing down to my school to help me carry stuff to skipping lessons just because i was down with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,what am i gonna do without him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115517335632789853?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115517335632789853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115517335632789853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115517335632789853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115517335632789853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-tired-and-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115491609284491699</id><published>2006-08-07T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:08:27.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAIL OL' NATIONAL DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. thank God every nation has its own birthday,meaning another public holiday. oh yea. you bet i'm glad. i'm so bloody happy about it i could scream. i don't know,ever since my torment-days started,the ending school hours always just make me wanna scream with joy. its true. proves my hatred &amp; dread towards telemarketing and all. its all in the blood,i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little money,so much shopping to do! -pouts- if only everyone was born to be like the riches of beckhams and gates,life would be so much happier. okay maybe not everyone,just me! lols. that day i just set my eyes on this absolutely sweet sweater. i'm just hoping to snag the discount card from my friend before getting my purchase. also,is it just me,or do i have a fetish for handbags? i'm practically swooning over them all the time. for now i'm targetting bright red hobos. and i found one too. but its sort of on the ex side,so i'm not too sure whether i really want it or not. bagsbagsbags,you never get enough of them. oh,and i finally bought my pair of black boy shorts. i already own a white and green one,so now black! -grins- somehow i love to own things in many colours. even for my most lovable pair of footwear,Havaianas,i own them in three different colours. my feet can't last heels and they hurt like mad when i wear flats,not to mention the sweat! urgh. you never really know which colour will come in handy for a particular outfit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done blaberring,and you know what? i realised that blogging about shopping makes me happier. hmmmm. how odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115491609284491699?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115491609284491699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115491609284491699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115491609284491699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115491609284491699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/08/hail-ol-national-day-gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115459736050558686</id><published>2006-08-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:53:37.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they always say,life's never fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH SO TRUE&lt;/strong&gt;,i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just ridiculous. seriously,it just is. i can't stand it anymore. everyday i wake up at six forty-five and then wonder,wth am i going to school for again? the problem is,i never seem to get an exact answer. damn it. i'm so tired of all this. extremely knackered to be exact. i really wanna just go,heck. but i know i can't. everyone in my team knows. but then,some people just don't care. feigning sickness isn't exactly the most original excuse anymore. but its still a useful one nonetheless,i must say. but i do admit to say that i've never feigned MC more than twice. and i kinda hate people who do so all the time. its infuriating,in fact. urgh. can this world get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for school to end. i need my weekend please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this feeling lingers around like any other day now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115459736050558686?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115459736050558686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>another 21 days till my helldays end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann i can hardly wait lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115453113955869838?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115453113955869838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115453113955869838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115453113955869838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115453113955869838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115397899332393157</id><published>2006-07-27T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:59:45.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me i'm mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? because i am actually growing to miss my BSU days very much now. yes indeed. i know i've complained very much a lot the past 14 weeks,but then now here i am back again,to complain about worse stuff. gawd i can't express how much dread i am suppressing now for this second stopover,CSC. fuck it. i can tell you,i hate it. no kidding here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual,school starts at eight thirty,sharp. till six. yes,sharp too. last time it used to be lateness all around. now,even with one minute of lateness is jotted down. clever enough of them,its recorded in red,meaning no chance of cheating. FUCK. twice in a row i stepped in one minute late. do you fuckin' know how annoying that is? not to mention the class is so bloody far to reach,i've to practically sprint up two flight of stairs to reach the damn room. lunch is pretty much the same. i don't know. they have such horrible timing. twelve noon is the absolute rush hour. no where to sit,meaning no where to eat. double fuck. i can't stand this. i'm pretty sure by the end of this sem i would've successfully slimmed down drastically. yea,i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now come to think of it,i'd rather much return to BSU than staying in this hell. i can't believe i'm doing free labour for the school! to think one of the lecturers-in-charge had had the audacity to say we being lucky not having to pay extra school fees for their so-called "training". BOLLUCKS. fuck you. what abso-fucking-lutely bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING BROKEN DOWN IN CLASS TODAY. in front of a whole bunch of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS BECOMING OF ME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115397899332393157?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115397899332393157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115397899332393157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115397899332393157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115397899332393157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/tell-me-im-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115340810146646311</id><published>2006-07-20T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:43:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fendi Spy Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/bag%20-%20fendi%20spy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/bag%20-%20fendi%20spy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe Paddington Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/bag%20-%20chloe%20paddington.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/bag%20-%20chloe%20paddington.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh don't you just love'em? i know i do. i've been setting eyes on these two ever since. its just too bad that the paddington immitation is all over the place now. kinds of put me off. but yet again,i own a faux balenciaga handbag too,so what i can say aye? i love the motorcycle bag too. one of my ultimate favs. but of course,i can't afford any. so yea,just to satisfy myself i got the fake one. everyone has. can't blame them either. sigh. if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iwantthemiwantthemiwantthem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115340810146646311?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115340810146646311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115340810146646311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115340810146646311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115340810146646311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/fendi-spy-bag-chloe-paddington-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115298568591418423</id><published>2006-07-15T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T10:50:41.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/potc2_jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/potc2_jack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from watching Pirates of The Carribean II,and i'm glad to say it did not disappoint! in fact,i loved it every bit. loves it! omg and i must say,&lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY DEPP IS SO HOT&lt;/strong&gt;. fuckin' hot. no shit dudes. i mean,yes he doesn't exactly excel in the looks department,along with his weird dress sense,but i just find him irresistable! no kidding. and don't question why. he's just got that witty charm that i like. and he's a brilliant actor. one of my very favs. orlando bloom's hot too,but i liked him much more in Lord of The Rings,with his long blonde hair and that lovely bow of his. yea. anyway,i was totally excited before this movie came out,so i'm happy that the money was well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the movie plot wasn't that hard to catch. that is,if you've watched the first one and remembered every small bit. i know i did. you really have to pay attention to what is happening. not to mention their pirate-ish accents wasn't exactly the most understandable language on earth. it was a tad bit confusing at first,but everything came to sense in the end. every of the main characters were back(captain jack sparrow of course!),and a handful of new people. all in all,it wasn't all that bad a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a poster that's probably going to be for the third sequel of the show. rumors have been that chow yun fat's gonna be a baddie next. omg i can't wait already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/potc3_teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/potc3_teaser.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115298568591418423?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115298568591418423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone please,just shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a waste. i'm wasting my time,again,on a beautiful thursday afternoon. its so sunny and cheerful! i should be out shopping and sipping iced mocha. yet,here i am sitting in my project room with two other people,having absolutely nothing to entertain myself with. i can't wait for seoul garden dinner later. i skipped lunch for it,and MAN,am i starving now. not to mention bored like hell. gawd,i can't wait for this round of stopover to end. but then yet again,the next one might be full of shit so maybe i'll change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great. my pay has finally gone through,and now i have more money! woohoo. i can't wait for &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; saturday to come again. i just can't. lots to shop. my life's a bore in school. no one to swim with me either. damn it. i could just rot and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so screwed. summary reports are due next monday and i'm only halfway,or maybe not even,through. not that i'm KIASU or anything. i'm just making use of my bloody time in school. plus i'd rather just die than to sacrifice my weekend for that shit. no way dude. but,there's a slight problem. i'm looking at a friend's report as reference,and still i cannot make any words out of mine. i don't know what to do. halfway through and already i'm stuck. i'm doomed! its been so long since i've last done anything in terms of theorical studies,i can barely remember what to write in a report. tell me i'm doomed. i know i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so do not want to see the same old man again. *pouts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115277529254113933?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115277529254113933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115277529254113933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115277529254113933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115277529254113933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone-pleasejust-shoot-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115268676404920277</id><published>2006-07-12T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:59:58.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys have so gotta watch this video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fp-oJhBxn6o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fp-oJhBxn6o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. how full of shit right? amusing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwJHNlVFFBs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NwJHNlVFFBs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i rather like this one instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115268676404920277?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115268676404920277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115268676404920277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115268676404920277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115268676404920277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115268882017664493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115268882017664493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115268882017664493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cannot-wait-to-watch-movie-devil.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115242371288529109</id><published>2006-07-09T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:49:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thats settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday will be a double date with two of my best colleagues at seoul garden's. another sushi fest on sunday night with the whole sakae gang of girls,along with chenguo and baby of course. huji has another bday voucher! oh yea. feast feast feast. yea thats what makes a happy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely. at least now i have something to look forward to for the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115242371288529109?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115242371288529109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115242371288529109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115242371288529109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115242371288529109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-settled.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115238510767842511</id><published>2006-07-08T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:50:18.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really have absolutely no idea,how much i yearn for weekends,esp saturdays,each and every week. gawd. its like a christmas day every week for me,just me anticipating. gee,what heaven. i mean,i know there are people out there who do enjoy going to school and stuff,but seriously,to me its a freakin' pain in the ass. like duh,dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special for the day,as usual. spent the evening in town. ended up with just two new pairs of earrings. snacked on sushi; dinner was at Spize. chicken murtabak,roti john and hokkien mee. what a feast. i almost puked after all that stuff. plus it was so hot there i was sweating like a mad cow. anyway,somehow i assume my appetite has reduced a bit now that i haven't been eating so much anymore. well,in a way that's good. don't wanna be back to fat old me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. i've been posted to CSC for my next stopover. god knows what the hell will i be doing then. heard its all about calls. damn it. i hate annoying ringing phones. those are what most often wake me up from my precious sleeps. guess i'd better train on that temper now. DUH,like real. btw i heard from a friend mentioning that the last six weeks of classical modules for TEP will be just one week of school,IF the lecturer so happens to finish things fast and wrap things up. that'd be five weeks of hols left. you have got to be kidding me. bloody hell,you bet i want it. i'm desperate for a holiday. school has sucked to the pits,so five weeks away from it would be total bliss. no shit dudes. i fuckin' hope it works that way. it'll be the only chance left for some last minute rest and fun till its back to doomsville right after. omg,i am so gonna pray hard for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my paycheck better be out soon otherwise there's gonna be some serious killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(okay i wasn't serious about that.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115238510767842511?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115238510767842511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115238510767842511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115238510767842511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115238510767842511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-have-no-idea_08.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115217138573754827</id><published>2006-07-06T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:01:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out sick for days. slight fevers and all. wtf. can't take it anymore. i wanna be fine enough to enjoy my long-awaited weekends,not spending it at bloody home. these damned headaches are really getting at me. nevertheless,thanks all whom have shown concern. huji babe,i'll be fine soon so plan up another outing soon ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thought just struck across - &lt;strong&gt;anorexia&lt;/strong&gt;. gawd no,i don't mean that i have it. but some people have been mentioning that i'm not eating right. sometimes i skip lunch,worse,dinner if i have work. i don't know,sometimes it just seems as though the thought of wanting to slim down asap just crosses my mind so often it really does prevent me from taking that another bite. low blood pressure,lack of energy - yea,that was what the doc said to me. please eat more,baby persuaded me. but you know what? sometimes i just really can't. almost everyday i stand in front of my mirror,poking and pinching that lump of excess fat on me,unsatisfied. crunches,leg raises and eating less - that's all that time allows me to do. somehow i just wish,really wish,that one day the meat there will just vanish away. me silly? well,i guess you wouldn't feel such way if your own parents hadn't laugh at your own fats,cellulite or whatever. how comforting. yea. i guess no one can ever be satisfied then. well,at least someone like me,that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd,now i feel like swimming. &lt;em&gt;-rolls eyes-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115217138573754827?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115217138573754827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115217138573754827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115217138573754827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115217138573754827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-awful.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115193280294500593</id><published>2006-07-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T06:20:03.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't even understand anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is school for exactly? they say to learn moral and values. they say to learn from your peers. to learn new stuff. what i'd say,&lt;strong&gt;BULLOCKS&lt;/strong&gt;. from what i'm experiencing now,i'd hardly say any values or integrity learnt. i mean,what is worth learning when even your peers or tutors can't even manage to set an example? so they say they're never bias in terms of judgement. what a fucking contradiction,dudes. c'mon man,if you can't even stand by your words don't spill them out of your mouth ok? its obvious there's favoring around here and yet no one's admitting. please don't make up gazillion excuses just to push the blame. its as though no matter what we do and how much effort is put in,we're always to blame. oh yea. and these people dare say they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; fair. my lovely ass,liars. i must say,i shall never believe those words ever again. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw school. i don't even know what to learn anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115193280294500593?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115193280294500593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115193280294500593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115193280294500593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115193280294500593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-even-understand-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115185672981445528</id><published>2006-07-02T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:20:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg OMG lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe england and brazil are out of the world cup. i mean,already?! gawd. i'm kinda disappointed. though i must say sometimes i watch soccer for all the wrong reasons. yea,becks' still a total hottie and i love how these players run and fling about in hilarious actions. &lt;em&gt;le sigh.&lt;/em&gt; i stayed up till late,not to mention getting squashed in Mac,just to watch the england vs portugal match. eventually,with rooney sent off,portugal won. damn u c.ronaldo! no more becks. even as i watched germany vs sweden last week,all i yearned to catch was oliver khan as keeper,but he was no longer playing! all my favs are out. that's it. no more world cup for me. even damn brazil is out. i mean,BRAZIL????? jesus,whassup with all of u guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115185672981445528?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115185672981445528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115185672981445528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115185672981445528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115185672981445528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-omg-omg-lah-i-cant-believe-england.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115155005292202606</id><published>2006-06-29T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T09:01:52.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh so this is a bit late to say,but i'm gonna say it anyway. &lt;strong&gt;BABY MEL&lt;/strong&gt;,if u're reading this,uh well yea just read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY BITCH,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR SOME LOVE AND BOOZE!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and for goodness' sakes,quit smoking already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115155005292202606?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115155005292202606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115155005292202606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115155005292202606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115155005292202606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/06/uh-so-this-is-bit-late-to-saybut-im.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115146829657137591</id><published>2006-06-28T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:07:13.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand. how is it that a simple friendship can be ruined with just a few words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has been happening i don't even know where to start. gawd. so now what? from what i heard,two of my friends are fighting,apparently over another friend's birthday gift. another,my class seems to be tearing apart over some misunderstood issues. well its not as though i'm involved. i'm neutral in both situations,but it does involve my friends afterall. damn it. kiss and make up already you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much that i wanted to write before i started. and now here i am sitting in front of the screen,mind a blank,clueless of what to tell. i don't really know what i want to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,its not as though anyone's gonna read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115146829657137591?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115146829657137591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115146829657137591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115146829657137591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115146829657137591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-hell-is-going-on-here-i-just-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115138999584169803</id><published>2006-06-27T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:06:00.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey lovely bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brand new skin!&lt;br /&gt;love it or hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115138999584169803?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115138999584169803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115138999584169803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138999584169803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138999584169803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-lovely-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115138042181518627</id><published>2006-06-26T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:38:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just surfing one of my random visited-blogs,&lt;a href="http://facehunter.blogspot.com"&gt;Facehunter&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt;,from which I came across loads of photos taken by the blogger whom selects several fashion pics for show. All European style. I must say,fashion is really underrated here compared to theirs. I mean,there aren't a lot of fashion hits here I must admit. Its rare to see anyone wearing some long vintage dress or a denim mini paired with cowboy boots. Nope. People just stare at you as though you're some nutter,y'see. Except town of course,the village of mixed fashion. So yeah. The money,the style - the comparison,is just big. And I do mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03816.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03816.0.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03865.0.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03865.0.0.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03912.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03912.0.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03978.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03978.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03989.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03989.0.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC04070.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC04070.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03745.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03664.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03664.0.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03645.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03645.0.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03637.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03588.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/DSC03575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/DSC03575.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/TimHamilton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/TimHamilton2.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/Sohovintagedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/Sohovintagedress.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/roll-bag.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/roll-bag.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/MiuMiu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/MiuMiu.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/LVBagBike.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/LVBagBike.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/1600/HK10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1607/480/200/HK10.jpg" border="2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I just simply love Europe fashion. If only I had the money. Not to mention the guts to wear of such complications here,in hot conservative Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115138042181518627?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115138042181518627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115138042181518627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138042181518627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138042181518627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-just-surfing-one-of-my-random.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115138058867611191</id><published>2006-06-19T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:37:01.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great one week holiday. Never better. I'd say,i haven't had quite such a good time in such a long long time. Ever since TEP started,not one night have i slept enough. Pwek. Nonetheless,its been a worthwhile break from school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started off well enough. Baby had a soccer match till late evening,whilst i strolled along town along. After which,we headed to a friend's house for dinner. Had a wild night there. Most of them were drunk after a coupla drinks and stayed over. At least baby and stayed sober still,but the thought of a mid-night cab charge turned us off,so we stayed over. Left at 6 the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family went off to Msia from Sunday till Wednesday,which was great. Baby stayed over. It felt good having him to accompany me home each night without worrying about the last train. Damn trains,they should be on-going 24/7. Lols. Tues night was work. But it turned out all right with the fun people ard and we had supper together with tons of gossip to share. Gawd if only my parents are open-minded enough to let baby stay over each night. That'd be heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday till saturday was work all the way. Tiring,i must say. But it was fun enough with Huji and all around. As long my gossip buddies are around,i'm fine. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i finally managed to meet up with my best girl Kim for a day out. Shopped a little,updated each other and gossiped like hell. It was fun. Lol. Too bad its the time of the month,which spoiled my mood a bit. Bloody periods. Gawd. Men don't know how lucky they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its back to school again. All i can say,it is so gonna be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone save me please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115138058867611191?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115138058867611191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115138058867611191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138058867611191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138058867611191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/06/lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115138064984759425</id><published>2006-06-16T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:35:45.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, KIM! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115138064984759425?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115138064984759425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115138064984759425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138064984759425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138064984759425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-18th-birthday-kim.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30314447.post-115138068840453526</id><published>2006-06-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:35:05.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm getting really lazy at this. Like duh,i spend the whole day in school most of the time and i don't even bother to update anymore. Plus i suppose i haven't got much to talk about,except shopping,school,work and complaints. Gawd. What a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So as usual,i've been shopping quite non-stop for the past week. Saturdays have all been booked for high-end shopping. I mean,the GSS is here! Make full use of it right? Duh. However sadly and typically enough,the streets and shops were packed to the max. Nevertheless was still able to get quite a handful of shoploads. I've raided town,marina sq and bugis. Where of which i'd bought a new Topshop top,mini shorts and gold chain&lt;em&gt;(there was a 20% midnight sale on regulared-priced items!)&lt;/em&gt;,Zara shorts&lt;em&gt;(those that i've been searching for ages!)&lt;/em&gt;, a FCUK dress&lt;em&gt;(at half price)&lt;/em&gt;,VNC wedges...gawd there's too much to list. So where else? Singapore's so goddamn small one can never get enough shopping. Someone like me,perhaps. But i do suppose i've spent enough for the time being,so lemme take a break&lt;em&gt;(not that i ever stop roaming about for new stuff)&lt;/em&gt; bfe my long-awaited salary rolls in. For now,its just time for me to take a sip of coffee and enjoy my new sprees. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw. I'm really getting into shaping myself up. Crunches and leg-raises every night! Mannn. Its tough,i'd say. But its been rather satisfying. Baby and SL them all have been really encouraging. And u know what? My swollen tummy has really gone down a bit. I swear. I'm estastic about it,and nevertheless,proud of myself. I mean,it has been my life-long goal since puberty started. Even last friday,i managed to concure my embarrassment and got into my swimsuit to swim. In school,of course,along with SL and Geok. I got to know that after years of not swimming,the feeling's tremendously great. Damn carefree,i tell you. But i must admit my swimming skills have deteriorated quite some bit after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,who's in for swimming? Would love the company. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Watched Paris Hilton's new mtv for her first single. Can't say i like it though. Actually it pretty much looks more like a porno flick to me,surrounded by Paris' self-confessed fake oh-so-sweet voice. Hmmmmm well,&lt;em&gt;typical&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30314447-115138068840453526?l=iamnota-cow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/feeds/115138068840453526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30314447&amp;postID=115138068840453526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138068840453526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30314447/posts/default/115138068840453526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnota-cow.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-im-getting-really-lazy-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>deGurl b*itched</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02552352980210851489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
