<?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-8747184</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:07:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure poison</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747184.post-114814655933470519</id><published>2006-05-21T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:35:59.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd//tests/getaway/index.jsp?testname=getawayogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv//http://i.emode.com/tests/getaway/images/new_york_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          Your great American getaway is New York City&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;         &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd//tests/getaway/index.jsp?testname=getawayogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Great American Getaway?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd//tests/signaturecity/index.jsp?testname=signaturecityogt&amp;resultid=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv//http://i.emode.com/tests/signaturecity/images/new_york_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;          Your signature city is New York&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;         &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd//tests/signaturecity/index.jsp?testname=signaturecityogt&amp;resultid=F" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Signature City?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114814655933470519?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114814655933470519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114814655933470519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114814655933470519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114814655933470519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-great-american-getaway-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114615867583585749</id><published>2006-04-28T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:24:36.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my ex&lt;/strong&gt; is a big fat liar, posuer guy who thinks he's damn hot. Ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i should&lt;/strong&gt; a new pair of specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't understand&lt;/strong&gt; why i whine a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lose&lt;/strong&gt; my temper easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people say&lt;/strong&gt; i should learn how to control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is&lt;/strong&gt; candy sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somewhere, someone&lt;/strong&gt; is dreaming of me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will always try&lt;/strong&gt; to exercise, but i'm a lazy big bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; seems too dreadful for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will never want&lt;/strong&gt; to lose the ones i loveeeeeeee soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think the current US president&lt;/strong&gt; is a killer machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i wake up in the morning&lt;/strong&gt; i will go back to lala land again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my past&lt;/strong&gt; makes me ponders and reflects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i get annoyed&lt;/strong&gt; by sickening farts who pose their fking coolness to me. UR NOT! pls get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parties&lt;/strong&gt; are part of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kisses&lt;/strong&gt; are the best from my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; i will be sleeping the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really want&lt;/strong&gt; to find some peace with myself. get going with god &amp; pampering myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have low tolerance&lt;/strong&gt; for insects.yikex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114615867583585749?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114615867583585749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114615867583585749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114615867583585749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114615867583585749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-ex-is-big-fat-liar-posuer-guy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114529335604859115</id><published>2006-04-18T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:02:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so if i turn 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) tongue piercing&lt;br /&gt;2) tattoos - ankle, abodomen n maybe wrist.&lt;br /&gt;3) travel with my friends&lt;br /&gt;4) club non stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114529335604859115?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114529335604859115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114529335604859115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114529335604859115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114529335604859115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-if-i-turn-21.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114364808025302381</id><published>2006-03-29T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:01:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when every girls.. experience the pain, the cramps together with the monthly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON"T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always, think i'm the lucky one.. without having to experience those pain.. and the troublesome..flowing liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually i'm the unlucky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not coming that at all. (you are a woman with a weak body. It will lead up complications as you grow older. Forget about kids. Complications such as cervical cancer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114364808025302381?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114364808025302381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114364808025302381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114364808025302381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114364808025302381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-every-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114252025814183708</id><published>2006-03-16T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:44:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog-hopping.. n came across this blog, she took a pic.. of a cat eating a dog. CAT = TIGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!!!... goshhhhhh.. those ppl over there..are inhuman. totally am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://curious-eyess.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://curious-eyess.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she has other cool pictures as well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114252025814183708?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114252025814183708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114252025814183708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114252025814183708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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happier n i let him go willingly knowing he will be much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame him. but myself. not because i let him go.. but rather the stuff that i did, which all i thought was right. but in fact it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storybook started out with lovie-dovey crushes and loves, sweethearts. there were some bad stuff happened, to give a good climax. but the end of the storybook, it's a sad ending. with no more pages to write. i guess. ya maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish him all the best in moving on and finding a better gurl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114181824963287979?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114181824963287979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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kinda of strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment, ur celebrating anniversary, the next moment.. u just broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. entirely gotta be my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will be much be happier n i let him go willingly knowing he will be much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame him. but myself. not because i let him go.. but rather the stuff that i did, which all i thought was right. but in fact it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storybook started out with lovie-dovey crushes and loves, sweethearts. there were some bad stuff happened, to give a good climax. but the end of the storybook, it's a sad ending. with no more pages to write. i guess. ya maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish him all the best in moving on and finding a better gurl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114181808130400313?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114181808130400313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114181808130400313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114181808130400313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114181808130400313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-kinda-of-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114114364373390560</id><published>2006-03-01T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:20:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have sinned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let god down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i looked at the mirror. i have changed. not the physically part, but the inside. i'm total monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lied. i bitched. vulgarities. rude. inhuman. cold-blooded. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a completely different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need God badly. but i dont know how to face him. cause everyday i promised him that i will not do those wrongdoings. but i do it, taking for granted that he forgives everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to my family, my cousins, my girlies, my friends n my bf. I'm sorry that i betrayed you, i backstabbed you, i lied to you, i threw my temptrums at you, i bitched about you, i left you struggling alone when you need help but i forced you to help me when i needed help badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. that i changed. to the worst. i'm no longer the girl whom you know. i don';t know whether i can go back to who i am .. or back to be the worst bitch ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry lord. for being such a disobedient child. after 3 years of misbehaving, praying to you when i need help. mistreating you. yet you are still there for me. i'm utterly disappointed in myself, i'm totally regretted what i have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls take me with you. and guide me through my life. and be part of my life once again. I'm starting to hate myself. i'm starting to torture myself. pls lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114114364373390560?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114114364373390560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114114364373390560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114114364373390560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114114364373390560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-sinned-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114084916835174494</id><published>2006-02-25T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:32:48.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday nite was a whirrrrrrrrrlllyyyyy situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. went M.O.S with my gurlies, our bfs and friends. How cool is that. So we went exploring MOS. Retro room was damn funky la, main arena was kinda of quiet thou. and smoove the music suck initially, so Mr BRYCE N NELSON went to talk to the DJ. The dj said it's still early. alrite. afterthat the music was AWESOME LA!!!!!!!! me auddy n adeline danced n danced n Fuck those ppl who tried to take advantage of auddy. n keep pushing towards us. So i went to PUSH them back. Don't mess with me.man. hahahha. made 2 new friends. I dun remember their names. oopsie. soooo..there's this shortfart guy tried to hit on us. How old are u? and are u gurls alone??? SCRAM off u bastard. we are 18 and NO WE ARE NOT ALONE. WE ARE WAITING FOR OUR BFS!!!.. as for adel.sorry didn't send u off. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one of bryce's friend open bottle how cool is that??? CHIVAS ! hahaha. the drink not bad la. so drink n drink. i dont know how many.. 4-5 cups. whatever.the nite is still young. Afterthat went to meet my godbrother, his birthday. AT ZOUK! hahaha. soooo i was a little tipsy when i reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo i went there, i think it's free entry, i dun know how i got there. But anyway. we went to the VIP SECTION!!!!. how's that possible la. Now i know, they have coool friends who have zouk membership. Okok, i know i sounded excited, but hello i never been to the vip lounge. So they have already opened.. 16 bottles!!!! n i just keep drinking.  til i don't know what happened. my godbrother sent me home. oopsie... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. gosh. i think i made a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then next week. zouk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114084916835174494?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114084916835174494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114084916835174494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114084916835174494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114084916835174494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-nite-was-whirrrrrrrrrlllyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114044146868739850</id><published>2006-02-20T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:56:14.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/alberta4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/alberta4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/alberta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/alberta2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/00140m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/00140m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/alberta5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/alberta5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/alberta6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/alberta6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/alberta7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/alberta7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/albertaface1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/albertaface1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/albertaface2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/albertaface2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Alberta Ferretti spring 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL dresses i must say. short,long,empire, tube dresses n etc. Marvellous. i just fell in love with it seeing those dresses. Colour palettes of nudes and browns, a bit of dark red and purple. Whether for work or just simple a dinner date or even a grand red carpet entrance. The woman in it, just simply shine out from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The sevens doings of my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that will scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1.ghosts!..those white figures. though haven really seen it..&lt;br /&gt;2.Shower after watching a horror movie&lt;br /&gt;3. WRINKLES!!!!!!!!!!..i have omg...at 18 years old!!!!!!!!ARGHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;4.MY LOVE ONES. MY FAMILY, MY BF, MY GURLIES - adel n auddy, &amp;amp; my friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Growing old.&lt;br /&gt;6. being killed?&lt;br /&gt;7. lose any parts of my body, n being very very ill.like cancer. CHOI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that I like most:&lt;br /&gt;1.clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. things my bf gives me. i hide them in diff places in my room, n i remember it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. alcholic drinks. i don't know why but ya. GENES&lt;br /&gt;4. my eyeshadows.&lt;br /&gt;5. gelatissimo&lt;br /&gt;6. topshop stuff.&lt;br /&gt;7. watching discoverychannel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven most important things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;1. My bed&lt;br /&gt;2.Handphone&lt;br /&gt;3. Computer&lt;br /&gt;4. clothes n stuff&lt;br /&gt;5. my sewing machines&lt;br /&gt;6. magazine&lt;br /&gt;7. everything that makes up my room, the smell, the stuff. n etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. i can't run in the stadium for nuts, i will run damn slow. but when it comes to cross country it's a diff thing, im in the top 50.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't eat pork and beef. coz i saw a sad sad video.in fact all meats except chicken n fish&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate being fat.who doesn't rite. i wanna be as skinny as mary kate olsen.&lt;br /&gt;4. i don't like playing the piano.haha&lt;br /&gt;5. i just found my talent in cooking. blend food.&lt;br /&gt;6. besides alcholic drink, sweet things like ice cream, sugar, even cookies makes me high. anything with sugar la.&lt;br /&gt;7.i'm obsessed with my weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Type really fast&lt;br /&gt;2. Play the piano&lt;br /&gt;3. sew barbie clothings&lt;br /&gt;4.eat&lt;br /&gt;5. sleep&lt;br /&gt;6.urine&lt;br /&gt;7.shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1. be very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;2. concentrating&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop bitchin&lt;br /&gt;4. eat pork n beef. i can't bear to&lt;br /&gt;5. drive&lt;br /&gt;6. be emotional. i'm cold blooded&lt;br /&gt;7.stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven words I say the most:&lt;br /&gt;1.fuck (everyone knows)&lt;br /&gt;2. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck ( for like many times especially when i'm damn stressed&lt;br /&gt;3.errrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;4. damn!&lt;br /&gt;5. izit&lt;br /&gt;6. like&lt;br /&gt;7.stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I will do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1.exericise HHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;2. TRAVEL!&lt;br /&gt;3. Forgive n forget&lt;br /&gt;4. have sex? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;5. split my money.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to church.&lt;br /&gt;7.eat popcorn chicken.hahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114044146868739850?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114044146868739850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114044146868739850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114044146868739850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114044146868739850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/02/fashion-alberta-ferretti-spring-06.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114028529201857782</id><published>2006-02-19T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:54:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/annevalerico3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/annevalerico3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/AnnevalerieCO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/AnnevalerieCO1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/annevalerieco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/annevalerieco3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/AnneValerieCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/AnneValerieCO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/annevalericolook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/annevalericolook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move on to couture spring 2006. This is Anne Valerie Hash's collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be a very dark spring collection.Blacks, white n dark browns. Above 4 are my favourites from this collection, plus the look for her collection. I don't really like the lip colour thou. ANywoot, she matches thights well with skirts and dresses. plus point. and usuage of sheer chiffons - my favourite fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's nothing much. just sleep, eat,play,watch tv and sew a dress for my barbie. haha. not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw going window shopping alone. ANDDDDDD... MAC new collections's out.. not sure whether singapore brought in already. It's called culture bloom. NICE eyeshadows and lipglass. but i have to refrain myself from buying eyeshadows. so i'm going to check out their lipglass. i like the flowerphosy. hahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnz. i &lt;3 nelson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114028529201857782?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114028529201857782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114028529201857782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114028529201857782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114028529201857782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/02/fashion-of-day-we-move-on-to-couture.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-114019524889134082</id><published>2006-02-18T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:56:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/AF1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/AF1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/AF2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/AF2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/AF3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/AF3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/AF4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/AF4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/AF5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/AF5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is A.F Vandevorst collection Spring/summer 06/07 (from STYLE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 fav styles from the collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)offshoulder-vneck, match with a leather sash and a cuffed berms with tie-uplegs heels (CITY casual)&lt;br /&gt;2)offshoulder-rounded, match with a thin sash and a cuffed shorts with tie-uplegs heels (CITY casual)&lt;br /&gt;3)scoopneck long dress, match with leather strap boots(GIRLY yet ruggard)&lt;br /&gt;4)onesidedoffshoulder/poncho, match with berms and a golden chain belt with ribbon pumps (for work perhaps, very stylish)&lt;br /&gt;5)pleated tube dress, with heels. (SIMPLE dress yet glamourous, suitable for a niteout,or occasion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm free, i can post my favouritess styles from spring/summer 06/07&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SEASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, my submissions are all over, though i still need to go to school next week.&lt;br /&gt;there will be CLASS,damn!, briefing on the internship and a school briefing. Heard they are going to change the syllabus. Like something study one subject in every 3 weeks!. WTF. i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty...gonna go lalaland. i miss sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-114019524889134082?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/114019524889134082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=114019524889134082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114019524889134082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/114019524889134082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113967524627122279</id><published>2006-02-12T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:27:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what if suddenly you find yourself..alone..everyone close have desserted you.&lt;br /&gt;no they don't desert me because i did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but because they fucking make used of me and they left me alone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are the ones whom i don't expect  will do these to me.&lt;br /&gt;someone sooooo close.&lt;br /&gt;i regretted. being soo nice to them.&lt;br /&gt;they are just fucking piece of shit la.&lt;br /&gt;hhahahahha. what a faker.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE they desserted me..coz now they have better ideas, or maybe they copy my stuff. u never know. nobody desserted someone for no reason. HAHAHHAHA. bitches and bastards.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i'm starting to be a bitch to you all...coz u made me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only one..only one..who i don't think he or she will help, helped me. he or she tried his or her best to be there for me. though it's not much of a help. but i thank him or her..for everything.&lt;br /&gt;not my bf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113967524627122279?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113967524627122279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113967524627122279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113967524627122279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113967524627122279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-if-suddenly-you-find-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113948923939471576</id><published>2006-02-09T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:47:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been in the mood  of the "high life" these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept dreaming of ibook, nano, nikon D50 &amp; nokia 7370.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113948923939471576?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113948923939471576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113948923939471576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113948923939471576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113948923939471576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/02/been-in-mood-of-high-life-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113944544534694636</id><published>2006-02-09T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:37:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love only my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113944544534694636?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113944544534694636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113944544534694636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113944544534694636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113944544534694636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-only-my-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113943973570673340</id><published>2006-02-09T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T07:02:15.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i HATEEEEE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fking bitch, i have no idea why she wants us to submit our stuff today. can't she collect it next week together with our presentation. fk. BECAUSE OF HER, we have to rush like crazy. and hello. i have one BIG submission today, coz it 3 exercises accumulated into one big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i hadn't done any shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. i can't take it anymore...and i barely reaching there. nobody understands me including my..parents n even my bf. they scolded me for doing last minute work. DO I WANT TO? this bloody woman suddenly email to all us.. that the submission is today. FUCK. and to think i thought i can do my that ONE BIG PROJECT thingy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this world, nobody can help you except you yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOu and ur friend stuck in the quick sand. she won't try to save you, she will save herslef. By the time, she saved herself, your GONE. totally GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story. don't depend too much on others. help urself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANother story, u think ppl care for you. they only CARE for themselves. they DON"T understand what ur feeling. They will only realize when the tragedy FALLS onto them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moral of the whole entry. SAVE yourself. and CARE for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i save n care for myself. but i can't take it anymore.   i live in the 11th storey. just nice..to jump down and die... my brains will be exploded once i landed...n that's the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113943973570673340?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113943973570673340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113943973570673340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113943973570673340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113943973570673340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hateeeee-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113821203895279855</id><published>2006-01-26T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:00:38.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>till then.. won't be popping by here to blog..so often..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many stuff to do yet so little time.. goshhh.. i'm rushing for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel like celebrating c.n.y.... just too many submissions after the new year.. the lecturers are out to kill us. arghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i'm too broke.. soo broke that i have to eat lesser.. which is a good thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yes stress is haunting me yet again. i always think i didn't put in enuff effort for this semester.. n now i'm feeling the stress..guess i'm on the right track. and i'm going push myself!!!!!! to do even better during these one last month or soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113821203895279855?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113821203895279855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113821203895279855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113821203895279855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113821203895279855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/01/till-then.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113708109473182720</id><published>2006-01-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:51:34.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is such a fuckedup day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my wallet....n practically..whatever i do screwed up. seriously. especially photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo disappointed in myself. so angry with myself. why is this happening to me? why must it that i must overslept..n ..have to take a cab.. n in the end lost my wallet. n because of that, i skipped classese....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being a pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113708109473182720?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113708109473182720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113708109473182720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113708109473182720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113708109473182720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-is-such-fuckedup-day.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113690573602526838</id><published>2006-01-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T23:08:56.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so disappointed with myself yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the whole day in front of me.. to at least do some work. but i chose to sleep..the whole day and thereafter watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is fking precious.. yet i do silly things like this. right in front of there are work like sourcing n costing, psychology and even my piano which needed more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so disappointed n fking angry with myself......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now i'm getting sleepy because of the weather....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113690573602526838?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113690573602526838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113690573602526838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113690573602526838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113690573602526838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-disappointed-with-myself-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113665903245422855</id><published>2006-01-08T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T02:37:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can anyone tell me whether i have done any work for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cracking my brains on Case study 4 for MeRis (merchandise informative system)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. shopping with mum(till late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. study 2 chapters of psychology..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have i done enough work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me.. this is just nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.. nvm.. photography, last minute FAM work again n psychology tmrw.. hopefully i'll do them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113665903245422855?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113665903245422855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113665903245422855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113665903245422855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113665903245422855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/01/can-anyone-tell-me-whether-i-have-done.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113656217039111918</id><published>2006-01-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:42:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i just run for 4 fking rounds.. for the sake of some charity thing. it is supposed to be like 3 rounds like hello???????? and don't expect me to run 3 rounds non-stop... what do you think i am? a robotic atheletic??? even a professional atheletic have to stop to take a breather and continue to run!!!!!!!!! stupid some shit person.. who gave the signal..to those guys who give out the ice-cream sticks.. whether we did run or NOT?? obviously she can't see, cause she's short and shes wearing this super thick dark shades. how to see? tell me la!!!!!!!!! and because of this i have to run an extra round.... and to think i bleed at the back of the heel.... bleed profusely, that i needed to receive first aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing. so who do you think you are?? telling us that if we don't run, it will affect our internship. is the run has a link to our internship. I didn't know we have to train up for a run for our internship. hello???? does it make sense?????? i still have not forgotten about the incident, asking some of us to sit for a retest just because we are LATE!!!!!!!!! like hello, there's no link. There's something wrong with your brain.. of linking up your concepts... you should learn how to do mindmapping...  you made me lost all my respect to you and made me realized how the others felt when you were so bias.. really soo bias.. to the extend.. maybe you should reign as the bias queen.. or the witch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113656217039111918?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113656217039111918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113656217039111918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113656217039111918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113656217039111918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-just-run-for-4-fking-rounds.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113611340516101440</id><published>2006-01-01T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:03:25.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's the new year.. brilliant!!! had lotza of fun at ritz carlton.. gonna post it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhh.. i know i suck at coming out with resolutions, cause most of the time i hardly fulfil them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nvm here mine.. which i think i won't be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)study harder..put in more effort in my work.. n NO SLACKING.&lt;br /&gt;2)must eat healthy food. No more tempting desserts n meat except chicken n fish.&lt;br /&gt;3) slim down.&lt;br /&gt;4)spend time with my family&lt;br /&gt;5) go to church religiously.&lt;br /&gt;6) work P/T after the internship (need the moolah)&lt;br /&gt;7) no last minute work&lt;br /&gt;8) talk nicely and don't shout here n there.&lt;br /&gt;9)no hunching..&lt;br /&gt;10) save money ($2 daily)&lt;br /&gt;11) read books......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls pray for me that i'll manage to fulfil them all.. hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113611340516101440?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113611340516101440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113611340516101440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113611340516101440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113611340516101440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113601568323272218</id><published>2005-12-31T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:13:32.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the last day of 2005.. AWESOME... though there's up and downs..&lt;br /&gt;i thank the lord..who blessing me..with such good friends, motivation and even being there for me when i don't go church at all. Memories like crazzy chinese new yr,being with nelson,tanning sessions with gurlie adel, going to rouge, getting refresh in orientation,super fun projects like setting up a store, parties like aud, nel, adel n mine birthday, xmas parties. n getting to know sooo many ppl.... n my new clique... the 3 gurlies n 4 gays. 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/holiday2005%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/holiday2005%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/holiday2005%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/holiday2005%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/holiday2005%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/holiday2005%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now i'm prepared to..welcome 2006. coz. i know it will be better year.. n i know it will be... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cherios... 2005. muacks.. gonna miss..it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113601568323272218?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113601568323272218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113601568323272218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113601568323272218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113601568323272218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-last-day-of-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113591896213247909</id><published>2005-12-30T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T13:02:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Christianity&lt;/b&gt;. Your views are most similar to those of Christianity. Do more research on Christianity and possibly consider being baptized and accepting Jesus, if you aren't already Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is the second of the Abrahamic faiths; it follows Judaism and is followed by Islam. It differs in its belief of Jesus, as not a prophet nor historical figure, but as God in human form. The Holy Trinity is the concept that God takes three forms: the Father, the Son (Jesus), and the Holy Ghost (sometimes called Holy Spirit). Jesus taught the idea of instead of seeking revenge, one should love his or her neighbors and enemies. Christians believe that Jesus died on the cross to save humankind and forgive people's sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'79'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'54'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Satanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'46'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;46%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Paganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'13'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113591896213247909?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113591896213247909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113591896213247909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113591896213247909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113591896213247909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-scored-as-christianity.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113586467184471896</id><published>2005-12-29T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:57:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) Was 2005 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;-yes n no.. up n downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;-got together with my boy and parties and being 18!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;- quarrels and digustion over some asshole like NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where were you when 2005 began?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a cineleisure with my godbros and sistas n went for cocktail party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5) Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;godbros n sista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where will you be when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;ritz carlton n DXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who will you be with when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;my boy, my good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you have a new years resolution for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;nope, coz in the end i won't fulfil them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Did you fall in love in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;yes, since feb 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Did you break up with anyone in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;break but patch up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Did you make any new friends in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;yup...like eug n co..estica...kenneth n etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Who are your favorite new friends?&lt;br /&gt;the group i'm mixing with and my orientation group that i was in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What was your favorite month of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;errrr DEC... coz i turn 18 and i planned lots or parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) where Did you travel  in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;- malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) How many different countries did you travel to in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;nope..thank god. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Did you miss anybody in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;there's one... but i have learn how to move on..totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;seriously i can't remember movies that i watched.. recent one was the king kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20) What was your favorite song you heard in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;errrr black eyed peas, madonna n so forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What was your favorite record from 2005?&lt;br /&gt;MADONNA n BEP n ASHLEE SIMPSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) How many concerts did you see in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;none.. not many concerts were held here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Did you have a favorite concert in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;yes more this time..since i turn 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Did you do a lot of drugs in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;not really, i'm sick around 4 times this yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?&lt;br /&gt;i dun remember.. i tried not to remember embarrassing moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;errrrr... there's one.. oh a friend told me she was sick.. but actually she was messing around with someone's else bf. but i forgave her.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28) Did you treat somebody badly in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;ya...my boy. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Did somebody treat you badly in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) How much money did you spend in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;countless..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) What was your proudest moment of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;i improved in my grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;that i broke my baby's heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What are your plans for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;study harder, get driving license, earn more cash.. n get my balenciaga or chloe bag.. n go to church more often. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n before i end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u heartless.. u wanted to HUGGGGGGGGGG my friend!!!!!!!! when u have a gf.. i shall make u feel guilty coz u have a GFFFFFFFFFF...when u wanted to do that. u have changed totally......TOTALLY... i hate u.. u 2 headed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113586467184471896?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113586467184471896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113586467184471896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113586467184471896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113586467184471896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/12/1-was-2005-good-year-for-you-yes-n-no.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113582850504813896</id><published>2005-12-29T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:59:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh.. can't wait for new year eve.. gonna go to ritz carlton for hotel stay, thanks to audd.. and yeapers we r going clubbin' at DXO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck in school now. waiting for ADELINE.. she's NOT here yet. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a pokie dots organizer.. it's so me la. i love pokie dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something that i wanna complain. about guys. seriously, there r some guys who are attached and yet still wants to get another one!!!!! asshole. shouldnt u be bothered with ur own gf, why come and mess around with other gurls when especially they are attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this type of guys are simply disgusting. they are the ones who always hop around to find gurls. and when they are done with it, they go back to their gfs innocently. either that they are waiting for to give an excuse to dump their own gfs, by chasing other gurls. and hopefully these other gurls like him back, he will dump his gf. BLOODY ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many assumptions, but in the end, it's a no-good situation. u know this type of guys are meant to be buried under the shit ground 24 levels down . not enough, they ought to be blind, and be amputated at their hands and legs.. so they won't come going after attached girls or even girls when they already HAVE A GF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are just soooo digusting.. digusting is not even a good word to describe. they are some horny, infested worms guys with green mud slugs sucking their body like a rotton piece of shit. i think shit is too good to describe..them. i guess it's WORST THAN ANY DIGUSTING THING IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should just go die, coz they will end up hurting innocent girls who love and care for them wholeheartly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this particular guy will read my blog.. and be ashamed of himself or themselves.. BE VERY ASHAMED. We gurls are not easily to be bullied or messed with.. !!!!!!!!!!! hope u die with a bloody curse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113582850504813896?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113582850504813896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113582850504813896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113582850504813896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113582850504813896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/12/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113561458789816985</id><published>2005-12-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:32:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/carlton.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/400/carlton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/carlton.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so xmas parrty was fun. practically there were lots of food, treasure hunting for prezzies, got drunk, pillow fight, monopoly.. and plus fun fun fun. and sleeping. ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas 2005 is indeed enjoyable and yet memorable. checking in at carlton hotel(suite) and spent with the 6 of them. (aud,james,roy,eug,nel n adel).. with ken and estica and of coz..me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT UP: new year eve!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.. TATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113561458789816985?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113561458789816985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113561458789816985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113561458789816985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113561458789816985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-xmas-parrty-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113536389460548710</id><published>2005-12-24T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:51:34.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm soooo irritating, soo fussy, soo hot-tempered, sooooo unreasonable, soooo emotional, soooo sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the only one who can stand all this nonsense... is non other than the greatest boyfriend i have Nelson L.C.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him soooo muchhhhhh.... 10 months already and still counting.. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming.. and it's soo fun and soo EXPENSIVE can!. from my 700 plus pay, i'm left with a whooping 200 buckaroos..  not including chinese new year n allowances for next month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. i'm gonna ask for an increase in my allowances.. i'm living  such a pathetic sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think, i'm going buy all my new year clothing from topshop. and dye n cut my hair n buy a pair of ck jeans n clubbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just go dream on in my lala land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113536389460548710?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113536389460548710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113536389460548710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113536389460548710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113536389460548710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-soooo-irritating-soo-fussy-soo-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113516781088517561</id><published>2005-12-21T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:23:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life aint so pleasant for me.. especially this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fking lecturer is so bloody fking bitchy. She's soo damn fking bias.. and i myself can't get away from her hands.. gosh. ass. i'm still pissed off since monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happened between me and boy... things isn't the same anymore. i know he had been having trouble getting his interviews, internship done and some family stuff. And i;ve always tried to be there for them. And i know i did. but yesterday, it was different, he was happy.. and i was too happy. But it ruined my day, when he mentioned about his exgalfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be understanding, i tried to be strong, i tried not to cry. But i couldn't stop crying. maybe afterall, he hasn't forgotten about her.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's christmas that can cheer me up. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113516781088517561?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113516781088517561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113516781088517561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113516781088517561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113516781088517561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-aint-so-pleasant-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113335654056153235</id><published>2005-11-30T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:15:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't wait to go to... COCCOLATTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113335654056153235?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113335654056153235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113335654056153235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113335654056153235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113335654056153235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-wait-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113310608758968742</id><published>2005-11-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:41:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>done:&lt;br /&gt;sourcing n costing w/s -EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;practice my piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to do:&lt;br /&gt;-Case study (discussion mon, tues,wed,er everyday except the weekend)&lt;br /&gt;-psycho quiz 3 (tues)&lt;br /&gt;-advanced cad (retro theme)(mon-wed)&lt;br /&gt;-research on what is exposure?(wed)&lt;br /&gt;-photo taking using colour film (tues)&lt;br /&gt;-sketchbook(ideas)&lt;br /&gt;-2 more exhibitions (going on tues after class)&lt;br /&gt;-practice piano&lt;br /&gt;-music theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh going bonkers.. now studying for driving test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113310608758968742?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113310608758968742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113310608758968742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113310608758968742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113310608758968742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/11/done-sourcing-n-costing-ws-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113299618282071879</id><published>2005-11-26T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T17:09:42.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finish my sourcing n costing w/s and psycho quiz 2 - 9/10. (2nd try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basic photo was damnn fun la.. terence..asked us to draw the camera he put on the table and taught us the functions of the camera. and homework are go to 2 design exhibitions, research on exposure and photo-taking using colour film and develop 3r and we are going to Haji lane NEXT WEEK!!! can't wait. woohoo. ok i'm almost done with the colour photo-taking.. so phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and terence assigned me as the class rep.hhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty.. lots of work to be done. gotta type out fAM proposal and adcad exercise 1. gosh.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113299618282071879?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113299618282071879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113299618282071879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113299618282071879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113299618282071879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-finish-my-sourcing-n-costing-ws.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113265218382216227</id><published>2005-11-22T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:36:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo.. went to the phunk studio exhibition : decade of a decadence. woah.. brilliant! gosh.. went with adeline, to take pictures coz..partly terence wants us to go to 2 design exhibition in SG and to prove that we go there, we must be take a photo of ourselves there. gosh.. i have yet to go for a second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched harry potter yesterday. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..... gosh.. firstly i must say.. why why why must the cute guy died... i mean WHY... cedric. it was kinda of sad, that i teared. gosh.. and krum, that guy who danced with hermonie.. gosh..so yummylicious. gosh..handsome la..  whooo.. can't wait for the next movie and that means i have gotta read the book first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shit thing about me is having a really big mouth for eating all the junk food these days. i'm full of junk. and toxicfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11 more days to ma' birthdae'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113265218382216227?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113265218382216227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113265218382216227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113265218382216227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113265218382216227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/11/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113248250052785754</id><published>2005-11-20T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T18:28:20.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm soooo in love with photography and psychology. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i'm still not used to my time table, not exactly the time, but more on the people in my class. it's really weird. i don't really talk to them in school and now..i have to communicate with them, who knows, even do a project together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lectueres were pretty much the same though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully i'll adapt soooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch harry potter and the globlet of fire tmrw with roasted freckles baby and maybe his cutsie sista. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wham!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113248250052785754?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113248250052785754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113248250052785754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113248250052785754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113248250052785754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-soooo-in-love-with-photography-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113241750883897170</id><published>2005-11-20T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:25:09.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh fk man.. i can't believe i help my bf score 9/10 for an online quiz, n i have got a 7/10. Fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks.... shit i should have check extra carefully for mine. i'm soo pissed and angry. i should have purposely make him get a 7/10 too. fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know he's my guy.. but still..i hate it.. i can't believe it. scoring better than me. &lt;br /&gt;i know..that it's such a small thing, but this is is marks!!...i wanna score an A..or at least a B. gosh.. argh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i better do the rest full marks. freak mani can't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113241750883897170?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113241750883897170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113241750883897170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113241750883897170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113241750883897170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/11/argh-fk-man.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113177772138351577</id><published>2005-11-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:42:01.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright i went to zouk. i prefer phuture though. n it was damnn crowded. saw juemilia,jess, rykiel and yi jin. i think they were pretty shocked to see me. haha. coz i don't seemed to be the clubbing sort. ahahah. 1st time there. saw sharon and shane as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank 2 cups of lychee martini and tequila pop...and as usual dance..with boy, eugene n xueling, james and roy and his friend. haha. damn fun. how i wish.. my gals were with me. but anyhoot.. zouk is a nice place to club..duh.. but the music..aint my type. phuture is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113177772138351577?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113177772138351577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113177772138351577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting my guys (god brothers).. later at river valley.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself, for not being lazy. i sew 5 christmas bags. my mum's gonna be so damn proud of me. in fact she is. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113170182383425760?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113170182383425760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113170182383425760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113170182383425760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113170182383425760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/11/god-has-been-good-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-113121020449875839</id><published>2005-11-06T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:03:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got my timetable. praying hard that i can change to basic photography.. for one of the subject. plsssss... arh.. i know it's kinda of a hot favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh..hopefully ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8747184.post-113095019980345946</id><published>2005-11-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:49:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this could be the last time that im gonna change my layout. may change to xanga soon... perhaps when i'm free..that will goodness i don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been pretty busy with work. my offs days are normally spent with my love ones. hardly shop.. even if i do.. it's just a rush one. spend all in one sort..that kind. i blew my money on bottoms from topshop. perm my hair. haha.. will post some pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling when i spent lots of money with the first week i just got my pay. it's hard earn.. now that i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting next week. i dread it and i can't wait for it. dread it - i hadn't have rest! can't wait for it - coz i can't wait to see my friends..and study. haha.. a true mugger here.  u must have think that i'm crazy or what, i miss staying up late at night to rush my project..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for my 18th birthday either. gosh.. i have been counting the days.. n have been making plans.. so it will be either a chalet or clubbin' or maybe both ( but different days). who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-113095019980345946?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/113095019980345946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=113095019980345946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113095019980345946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/113095019980345946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-could-be-last-time-that-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112947610064060262</id><published>2005-10-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:21:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 more days..till i get my pay.. hee hee can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna redecorate my room... with pictures.. or whatever i can find to decorate it. it's plain boring with 2 pathetic posters of avril n ashlee.. hahaha. and i'm going to sew my headband... tmrw.. can't wait. (dad bought me a sewing machine).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112947610064060262?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112947610064060262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112947610064060262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112947610064060262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112947610064060262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/10/10-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112887688786109730</id><published>2005-10-10T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:54:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>instead of blogging during my offs days... i played sims the whole day. SIMS is highly addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of making my own stuff and sell it online. seriously i need a sewing machine for motivation... i'm thinking of doing.. christmas stuff..necklaces.. and earrings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlists these days..includes santana,ashlee simpson,KT Tunstall and tommy lee.&lt;br /&gt;greaat songs they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get my pay..n can splurge..on my hair,ipod nano and more clothes..plus xmas prezzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna call that piggy pig now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112887688786109730?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112887688786109730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112887688786109730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112887688786109730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112887688786109730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/10/instead-of-blogging-during-my-offs.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112774051581376917</id><published>2005-09-26T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:15:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many or not quite many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) an actress and her husband came into our shop on saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1b) she told her husband that my smile is beautiful. two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i just keep eating. my 3rd subway for that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)VERY GOOD SALES THIS WEEKEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)beautiful new clothes arrived. n reserved one retro jacket. i just love retro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)everyone at guess adults knows that i work in guess kids... woohoo... is that good or bad? coz some people just blurt out this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)i vacuum the shop for 2 consecutive nights. and i mastered the art of vacumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)i keep downloading.. extras objects and lots for my sims 2. i just so addicted to sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)met my baby today. n this fking gay guy is interested in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)i bought dark double choc chips for both me n baby. yoohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)ate my favourite..crayfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)..i bought elle girl because the hairstyle that i wanna cut featured there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) i just realised that i pangseh my dear cousin for a movie date. oh shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112774051581376917?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112774051581376917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112774051581376917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112774051581376917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112774051581376917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-many-or-not-quite-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112748899508348723</id><published>2005-09-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:23:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>results wasn't that fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of surprises for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history of costume... i thought i would be getting a B+, i got a B. (DAMN!!!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion retail management and apparel production 2 and pattern grading... all hit the target that i set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprising i got a B..for amp.. although a B+ is better coz of the effort me n my group members put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap.. PHEW.. i passed it... n better than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pcom was a super letdown... seriously.. i thought of seeing a B.. coz i think i deserve it. damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.. gotta work harder for an A man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112748899508348723?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112748899508348723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112748899508348723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112748899508348723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112748899508348723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/09/results-wasnt-that-fantastic-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112740401078226627</id><published>2005-09-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:46:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work was pretty alright these days. more off days and yea, i'm pretty much gotten used to the life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw is my off day, gonna spend the whole day with my baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112740401078226627?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112740401078226627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112740401078226627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112740401078226627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112740401078226627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-was-pretty-alright-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112704658635804451</id><published>2005-09-18T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:29:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pissed off with every single thing today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....stupid &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; shit. yikex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112704658635804451?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112704658635804451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112704658635804451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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eating some metabolism pills...from tmrw onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mum's kinda of upset with me. cause today, both my mum and my friend looked for me at work. and i kept talking to my friend instead of my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i felt really bad... geez.. what if my daughter treats me like that. shucks.. i know i have the baddest attitude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be nicceeee to mum in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112679776601876010?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112679776601876010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112679776601876010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ssoooo tempted to buy xando.. at their booth in suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.. i want to eat a lott... yet lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahhaa.. nvm.. once i have got the money.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i'm cravin for chee cheong fan and KFC 2 piece chicken. pls just... stuff my mouth with chillis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112644666011265241?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112644666011265241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112644666011265241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112644666011265241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want those bagsss.errr..desire to have. i wanna just own one of them.. most probably the bigger ones.. so it will be more handy..can carry in school. oopsie the colour is kinda dark.. yikex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm working hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at guess kids is alright la. kinda of slack. although i wish to work at guess (ladies).. but well, throughout my work experience, i have sell different type of merchandises - lingerie, ladies, mens and now kids.. hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112636823995273202?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112636823995273202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112636823995273202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112636823995273202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112636823995273202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-those-bagsss.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112628130617638821</id><published>2005-09-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:55:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm working i'm working tmrw!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited yet so nervous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boy's working too.. hee hee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112628130617638821?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112628130617638821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112628130617638821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112628130617638821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112628130617638821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-working-im-working-tmrw-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112616264291012833</id><published>2005-09-08T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T14:57:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;did i mention that i got a job a guess kids... my gurl got guess. and there's another gurl from our school is working with my gurl.. err.. ok. kinda of surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;but anyhoot...i think it's gonna be reeaaalll fun there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112616264291012833?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112616264291012833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112616264291012833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112616264291012833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112616264291012833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/09/did-i-mention-that-i-got-job-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112601160405312943</id><published>2005-09-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:00:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i love to kiss him!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112601160405312943?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112601160405312943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112601160405312943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mon - AMP major project (40%done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tues - AP2 (0% done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wed - PaGRA (0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thurs - PCOMD Report(95%done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;            - FasRM report + e-retailing presentation (0%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fri - History of costume ( 5% done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112522387450091527?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112522387450091527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112522387450091527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112522387450091527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112522387450091527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh-submission-mon-amp.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112481220318730979</id><published>2005-08-23T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:50:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i totally detest people who is damn fake. seriously fake up til her ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112481220318730979?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112481220318730979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112481220318730979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112481220318730979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112481220318730979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-totally-detest-people-who-is-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112481206060315160</id><published>2005-08-23T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:47:40.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brain is rather cocked up these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i think is WORKKK... it just sucked up my life. yay! great. 2 more weeks just 2 more week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have sooooooooo many plans for the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls let me find a damn job... to pay off all my debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't eat the main course at any bistro delifrance. coz it sucked, especially i ate the chef's recommendation some chicken n mushrooms pasta. the pasta looks soggey, mushroom totally not crunchy,it's like eating some withered stuff and the chicken... it's so FATTENING. what the fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. today's me n my boy's 6th month.. pretty fast... eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112481206060315160?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112481206060315160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112481206060315160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112481206060315160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112481206060315160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-brain-is-rather-cocked-up-these.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112471368118363127</id><published>2005-08-22T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:28:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hcvjhcvhj fh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112471368118363127?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112471368118363127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112471368118363127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112471368118363127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112471368118363127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/hcvjhcvhj-fh.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112456118139403371</id><published>2005-08-21T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T02:13:39.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm giving up too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing my work too slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only done 1 thing..for the whole of saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?!? why did i have to wake up so late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i have to do my work so slowly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i put in effort, but it's just too slow. WHY WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must i give up so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm breaking down, i'm going crazy, i'm becoming weird, short-tempered. i changed to someone that i don't know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet to be done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Design top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amp Factory Visit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AMP research&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorise Jap script&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;all by sunday..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112456118139403371?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112456118139403371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112456118139403371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112456118139403371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112456118139403371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-giving-up-too-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112453517200059339</id><published>2005-08-20T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:52:52.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more weeks!!! and that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now.. i have tons to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;AMP factory visit report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;PCOMD (resume,coverletter,companies research)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorise Jap script&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Design top with sleeves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeves variation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112453517200059339?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112453517200059339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112453517200059339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112453517200059339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112453517200059339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-more-weeks-and-thats-it-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112429185066439113</id><published>2005-08-17T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:17:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm pissed off with someone... seriously pissed off,cause of what he said really hit on my pride. DO U FUCKING KNOW THAT GURLS HAVE PRIDE, PRIDE THAT IS EASILY CRUSHED. And what he said left me in tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's a great friend who has always been there for me.. but these day, he has this fucking shit attitude problem. First thing, he asked why m i "dao", as in look unhappy, proud..whatever that is. Hello????? didn't you know that all the long i have this dao face? Must i smile at every stranger that walked past me? what do you expect me to do when my facial expression is like that? smile for 24/7, even when i'm upset and angry??? And if i give all these smiles, people say i looked fake. So what's the point. just be yourself la. Why must i change and be bother?? it's not as if i'm not a nice and friendly person. Just talk to me lar... and get to know me... ask my friends la.U know don't fucking ask me to change just because your group of new friends.. said that i'm dao? just tell the truth la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today is even worst.i needed help badly in some APEL thing, what is a life mission statement. I wasn't sure what it was.So i asked my bf, and it happened he was there as well.. so i asked him too. and he gave me a short answer, "life la".. like DUHHHH i know that. like what to really say..examples.. and u kknow, i'm the kinda of get  agigated... i admit i was a bit rude.. but at the end of it, he was saying.. " you know in polytechnics, not all people are smart .. like e.g engin student... what the fuck.. your trying to say that just because i asked a question that may seemed to be easy to you, doesn't mean that i'm stupid k!!!.. and doesn't mean i didn't use my brain..like hello!!!! i needed help badly... and to think he laughed. whether it's a joke, it really hurt me. i can't stand your fucking ego. no wonder you have no friends, or your friends badmouthed you behind your backs. you know doesnt mean you got into RJC, you can just fucking lay your attitude towards us.  doesn't mean your intellectual, means that we are stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just get this straight in ur fkin head, you just lost a friend.and i mean it... no point apologising.. oh i forgot, you don't apologise, cause whatever you say and do is ALWAYS RIGHT!!!.. your not perfect you know... you're not a god.  whatever it is.. just get lost..la.. smart ASSSS... ur ass is smarter than your brain la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112429185066439113?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112429185066439113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112429185066439113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112429185066439113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112429185066439113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-pissed-off-with-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112419615969918597</id><published>2005-08-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:42:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep pushing myself to get better grades.. but it don't seem to be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bs and Cs... where's the As???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112419615969918597?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-8747184.post-112412505440361641</id><published>2005-08-16T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:57:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to do something to my thick, long ,out-of-shape hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112412505440361641?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112412505440361641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112412505440361641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112412505440361641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112412505440361641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-need-to-do-something-to-my-thick.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112397208648819304</id><published>2005-08-14T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T06:28:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm suppperrr hyper at this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to work.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112397208648819304?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112397208648819304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112397208648819304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112397208648819304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112397208648819304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-suppperrr-hyper-at-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112359719719381246</id><published>2005-08-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:19:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched charlie and the choc factory with my  boy today. the whole cinema smelt of chocs. and i'm not kidding.serious!!!damn nice la... whoooopie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this fking ulcer on my gums..it's damn pain.. it seemed to be swelling.yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i have not started a single shit on my history of costume. only the researching part..arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues:6 sketches n inspirations&lt;br /&gt;wed: buy materials.fasrm meeting.rush hocos (research journal + 6 sketches + technical drawings). resume.&lt;br /&gt;thurs:rush fasrm (moodboard!!,to complete rest of the stuff)&lt;br /&gt;fri: do the rest of the stuff. hand in work by 2pm!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sat:AMP stuff including journal. jap online thingy.&lt;br /&gt;sun: revise jap.do pagra(i assumed there's h.w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhh...stress fever is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112359719719381246?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112359719719381246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112359719719381246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112359719719381246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112359719719381246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/watched-charlie-and-choc-factory-with.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112342696253951026</id><published>2005-08-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:02:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just fucked-up person these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112342696253951026?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112342696253951026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112342696253951026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112342696253951026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112342696253951026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-just-fucked-up-person-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112334139992508361</id><published>2005-08-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:29:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/retrofiedcollage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/400/retrofiedcollage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you guys are wondering what is ccn day..well it's actually TP's  campus care network day. i think. setting up a store was part of the one of the retail project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day was just AWESOME!. the whole design school was vamped up into a flea market. there were a super huge jam!!our shop basically sells, customized stuff like bags, accessories and etc and xclusive manicure service..based on our theme.. the A-gogo  RETROFIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was damn funn.at a point of time, we were kinda of afraid not hitting the target.but soon after, it was fun, tending your own shop. totally a new thing... our customers includes everyone.. mostly ppl from other schools. and we actually "bribed" our friends to buy our stuff.everyone started le-longing towards the end of the festival. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i hate wrapping up the whole thing.. if it's for just one whole week.. damn fun la. well.. those left-over stuff, we r gonna sell it in some flea market, probably during out break..next mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hey gurls, love u soo muchie...all those last minute work really paid off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our lecturer jacob, really " killed" us all. after all these hectic schedule to prepare for CCN, the first day of weekend, was spent in a factory visit this morning. it was basically a short trip, and we tried msia macs. errrr.. let's just say, i prefer SG. went to fag with my other gurls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have a good day today. right now i'm pissed off with someone. really upset and pissed.in fact, both us are pissed off with each other. whatever man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112334139992508361?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112334139992508361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112334139992508361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112334139992508361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112334139992508361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/08/retro.html' title='retro'/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112282462303647186</id><published>2005-07-31T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:43:43.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i said things that i shouldn't have said. but,he was understanding. he didn't bother yet.. he still make cookies for me! thanks dummyhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was a poof. yea, really fast. and here i am getting really slack and sian of work. i still have tons of work ahead of me. nvm i will get ahead with it with a brand new day tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited going to school tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going nutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to aud's party yesterday.. it was fun.. n freaky. assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my camera is getting rusty. it must start to work again.&lt;br /&gt;i miss using it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112282462303647186?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112282462303647186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112282462303647186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112282462303647186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112282462303647186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-said-things-that-i-shouldnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112247062321413168</id><published>2005-07-27T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:23:43.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my lecturer just sent us the re-schedule of the term...for her subject.and what a great news.. add one more to the submission list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Week 14 is the D-WEEK. cause i have 8 frickin submissions. it totally broke the whole record.of 5 submissions a week. arghhhh... i have, amp factory report, project; jap presentation; sewing of second top; pattern grading;communication presentation;fashion retail management project 2; and history of costume project 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH..somebody just pls..shoot me in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think that i want to work at kate spade...next month. hopefully it's ok. it's gonna be tough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed..really stressed. i'm having 2nd thoughts as to whether to go to my good friend's birthday party. hmm.. i think i will treat the party as my 2nd last freedom from my work... the last will be &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;watching charlie n the choc. factory with my stupid boy.&lt;/span&gt; arghhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know...i have been complaining about sch..again again again. seriously, there's nothing i can blog besides sch and work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i seriously have no life. serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112247062321413168?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112247062321413168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112247062321413168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112247062321413168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112247062321413168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-lecturer-just-sent-us-re-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112240022510359879</id><published>2005-07-27T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:50:25.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm always complaining...in my blog..and it will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n baby..are alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is my work!!!!! arghhh..my lecturer was telling me n gurl that we are kinda of slow..in drafting the top. and i realised soo. cause,we have got less than a week to sew the bloody top. mind you, i don't have sewing machine at home,so i can't sew during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to accomplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jap script ( gotta send to the others by fri for translation)(hand in by mon)&lt;br /&gt;- pcomd research on companies (half done)&lt;br /&gt;-fasrm - merchandising part ( by this thurs!..shit hell lot of calculations!!)&lt;br /&gt;-fasrm - the merchandise (done the earrings, now the bags,tops and necklace)(by this week)&lt;br /&gt;-hocos- research on renaissance. (this fri)&lt;br /&gt;-ap2 -drafting n sewing of  top ( by next tues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN SOMEBODY JUST SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD????.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going bonkers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112240022510359879?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112240022510359879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112240022510359879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112240022510359879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112240022510359879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-always-complaining.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112231247323292580</id><published>2005-07-26T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:27:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are some point of time when you feel your relationship with ur bf is screwed up. TOTALLY screwed up.Total hell.that's what all my gfs told and warned me about it. It's normally after what you call the 'honeymoon period' for couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm facing it. which is totally fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, honeymoon period is ovver. that's the fact, cause we are bz with stuff. But small little arguments are coming out. and just,over the phone, we were kinda of sick of each other..i mean the way he talked. he keeps..saying " yaaaaa, whattttt'' and i gave him back my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know. we are no longer that close. i find that our relationship is having a little gap, which just broke. fresh new. i want to close it back as soon as possible, but it takes 2 persons to mend it back. i can't do it alone. thing is, does he want to?does he have the time? blah blah blah. n i don't know. i don't feel like. yep, cause i think i got soo pampered by him already. he's always the one who hold up and do something for the relationship.. first. but this time it's different.Smses is are just short sentence. arghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i sensitive or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i'm not sick of the relationship. it's just that.. i'm really tired.. i don't know whether i can cope..with my hectic work n blah. argh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112231247323292580?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112231247323292580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112231247323292580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112231247323292580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112231247323292580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-are-some-point-of-time-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112222425625337157</id><published>2005-07-25T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T00:57:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm using an damn antique mouse now. it's wireless.. but it need batteries to work! so is this antique or is this unique? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been doing my AMP assignment due today! woo la la. wasn't feeling really stressed about it, but kinda of rushing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate going and rushing to 3 different places. from town to another part of town.counted as 1, then 2 raffles city cause i had to eat my fish soup, then to chinatown then to bugis. ok 4. bad at math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are thinking of selling the dog. soo sad... don't ask about it.i wanna cry. but well, my dad carried my doggie to see the cat(ya,my mum was carrying it)..and they stared at each other..n my dog started to get restless. kept whimping.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my baby, we had an arguement about religion. i know that both of us are christians but in diff churches, but then again.. argh..long story. guess we were kinda of short tempered cause of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my english suck. all my proposal seemed to be soo primary school. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.jap tmrw. hate it or love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112222425625337157?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112222425625337157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my life back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life cycle is always the same. work.work and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it at home,work or even outside. it's all work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me..it's not resort in design schools. which everyone thinks it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't you take my place, and help me complete 7 assignments for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not as stressed as some of my other friends. i did my prototype finish!! yipeez, now it's the actual top.&lt;br /&gt;i love sewing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is me and baby carrot 5th month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't celebrate.cause both of us are bz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but slack with him..last night..soo romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i wore my red cap..and he thinks it's smelly. well,duh.. cause it's make of WOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya,my smelly red cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i have tons to do..this weekend. yep the picture...5 things to do!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112211143904688242?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112211143904688242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112211143904688242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112211143904688242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112211143904688242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-my-life-back-my-life-cycle-is.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112187386828846582</id><published>2005-07-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:37:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm fuck sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shivering... under the hot sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i was bloody in fking bad mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was alright after venting all my anger into some CS game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm alright.. but my throat hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112187386828846582?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112187386828846582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112187386828846582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112187386828846582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112187386828846582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-fuck-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112158115707926235</id><published>2005-07-17T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T14:19:17.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped church today..cause i couldn't wake up...er maybe i was too lazy to get up from bed. mum was pissed off for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my gurl and my boy.. not together thou. went out with my gurl to get fabrics..hah, managed to get beu-ti-ful fabrics. and it's cheap..under budget. hah.then accompany her to wisma to get the LOST merchandise. coz her mum won it. n after we did all the registration.. those media ppl..keep buggering us to say something to the camera..what we feel about lost. but both of us are camera-shy... soo we quickly walk away. damn funny la. then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed..to a more cooling..top. yep, i wore black in the morning..weather damn hot la. then went over to town to meet my baby. we were slacking at spinelli at forum. oh before that, pop over at borders.. harry potter craze man. saw 3 books that i wanted to buy.. but i'm afraid i don't have the time to read it. should i buy style? cause there's this greeny shades that i like it..should i??. spinelli was fun la.. he was doing his work, i was munching away.then watched the jay chou concert then play tony hawk. and damn..they close damn early la. 8.30pm.walked over to taka..and eat again.. ya now i'm feeling like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..i add tagboard(on the left side) and a new video..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112158115707926235?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112158115707926235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112158115707926235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112158115707926235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112158115707926235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/skipped-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112143838551686054</id><published>2005-07-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:39:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/Album-cover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/200/Album-cover1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Marion Raven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs that i craved:End of me, Here i Am,Break you, Crawl and at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..she's back. my fav gurl from the now defunct band,m2m.  her voice vocals definately changed. more stronger and full of energy.a softer version of avril lavigne and music sounds a bit of chantal kreviazuk.oh and the cd..is damn nice la.3 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to my life. woke up early to do subject selection.damn..it's soo rushing,panicking,confusing and bleah. but well..got all my selection done. one week holiday is soon to be over..yea, when i don't even have a day to pamper myself..maybe a quick shopping today.bought undies (knickers) from topshop. just went on time when they received the new stocks and i bought.hee hee..sweet. now i'm eyeing on the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green beaded necklace&lt;/span&gt;..$33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched taxi. starring queen latifah and jimmy fallon and of course the hot and sexxy gisele bundchen. movie wasn't what i expected. storyline...errr is a boo-hoo. but of course there were some silly jokes. thank god i didn't spend it in the cinema. gonna watch the terminal starring tom hanks and catherine zeta jones..alone. mum's sick and my dad n my brother don't watch romantic movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i know i haven have the time for ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but i'd promise that i will make it up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112143838551686054?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112143838551686054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112143838551686054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112143838551686054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112143838551686054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/marion-raven-here-i-am-songs-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112127696675203424</id><published>2005-07-14T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:49:26.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going retro-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the theme or concept for our stall. for our retail project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm taking charge on too many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who knows they are talking bad about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if nobody take charge, who else will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah..i won't be doing all the stuff.. work will be assigned. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yawned in front of my lecturer, stretching my arms out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what did he say? nothing.he was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sew something today. just a pathetic shoulder seam. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pattern grading  always gives me headache.i shall pass it up next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone just shoot me in the head? or message my brains? rub chillis or staple my eyes. cause i'm having insomia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad thinks i will be having my 2 mths holidays next week. and he thinks i finished all my projects and went out today. ya... dream on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112127696675203424?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112127696675203424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112127696675203424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112127696675203424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112127696675203424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-going-retro-fied.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112118213076906691</id><published>2005-07-12T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:31:19.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;talking bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;carrothead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;piggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;horny bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the N.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;paperface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;all these i call him...many more to come... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's rude,it's hurting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but he still loves me. n i love calling him that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;afterall he's my baby, he's my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; him too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112118213076906691?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112118213076906691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112118213076906691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112118213076906691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112118213076906691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/idiot-asshole-ass-sucker-talking-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112109594611556865</id><published>2005-07-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:32:26.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's draining every part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm afraid i can't hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm afraid of everything right before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;god,all i ask is help me overcome this with strength,motivation and faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112109594611556865?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112109594611556865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112109594611556865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112109594611556865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112109594611556865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-draining-every-part-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112100479722220179</id><published>2005-07-10T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:18:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/320/poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie of the day : shall we dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nice.. and funny. glad that my parents enjoyed the movie. it's hot. salsa dance..whooo. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis to buy fabrics for the apparal project. it was raining soo heavily.especially at town, when i went over to far east to get a top n skirt. u can practically see the wind's blowing direction. geez..i was all wet, even if it's under shelter at the bus stop. yep yep, i spent money again. but i have limit myself to ONLY buy 4 things per month. yea, so there i go.. a pair of earrings, a shirt, a olive green top and a long skirt. total $120.90. ok that's it man. mum still owe me 20 bucks. i think i should consider starving myself.or just eat plain rest for lunch everyday. well good thing, i don't get hungry easily now. but it's the temptation that ruin it all. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.. im still trying to log into my webmail. stupid server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112100479722220179?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112100479722220179/comments/default' title='Post 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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-8747184.post-112091824912384996</id><published>2005-07-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:10:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/1600/982158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6513/608/320/982158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched shakespeare in love. wonderful movie. i love it. the costumes, the actors and especially it's soo poetic and romantic. one of the best love story ever, soo true yet soo fake. yea, it's a make-up story. but it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000569/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viola de Lesseps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; [as Thomas Kent] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tell me how you love her, Will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;William Shakespere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Like a sickness and its cure together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; : Love knows nothing of rank or river bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; : Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Viola :&lt;/span&gt; Alas indeed,for i thought you were the highest poet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;of my esteem and writer of my plays that capture my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000569/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Viola De Lesseps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: [to her Nurse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No... not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that... over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love - like there has never been in a play.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001212/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My story starts at sea... a perilous voyage to an unknown land... a shipwreck... the wild waters roar and heave... the brave vessel is dashed all to pieces, and all the helpless souls within her drowned... all save one... a lady... whose soul is greater than the ocean... and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace... not for her a watery end, but a new life beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story... for she will be my heroine for all time. And her name... Viola.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Arh... simply...touching. argh.. now i'm soo into literature again. all the poems.. and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok gotta shower and start my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8747184-112091824912384996?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-8747184.post-112083407783427972</id><published>2005-07-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:47:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soo many things happened. to me and around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday presentation was good. i did my best,although i missed out 2 points,and a friend commented..." it's alrite cause nobody notices it besides it's good already with lots of details." thanks dude. we scored a B. we expected A!! argh. nvm. it was good. it boost my confidence in my presentation skills. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail management..was kinda of slack. just gotta peer teach. that again boost my confidence. double boost in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..seemed to be happening. before that me n bestie..we are alright now. talk like crazzy girls..with dorcas. hah. my gurlie audrey is sick... hope she doesn't have dengue.n it's her and her boy's first yr anniversary. thats frickin fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoot talking about relationship. this morning,waiting for the bus to school.. saw this malay couple alighting from the bus.. and apparently..the gurl was crying. she tried to hold his hand..he swing his arms away. the gurl tried to hold him again, this time he swing it hard and ran to his home. 2nd lvl in one of those blocks. can see the whole scene from the bus stop. and he pushed the gurl away and went in. i was soo afraid that the gurl will commit suicide. i hope she didn't. i was really upset at the fact how the guy treated the gurl. i may not know what happened between the 2 of them, i don't know who's in the wrong or right. but that's SHOULDN"T be the way to treat a guy, be it whether you guys are in the verge of breaking up. it's pretty embarrasing to just throw the temper in front of the gurl and all of the passer-by. i mean think it this way, what if it happened to you... u guys have bigger ego than us man. and for the gurl.. i hope she won't do anything silly. and forget about this guy. see how he treated you. you shouldn't have followed him home. just be cool... and make him regret treating you that way. and be glad ur out of this. there are many other guys out there.. and besides... u don't have to find another guy to replace him. cause being single is cool.damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next..thing,i was shocked to be greeted by a bangladesh cleaner this morning in the life. btw he cleans my estate. but i did greet him in return. they are nice people. who helped us clean all the mess in the estate, wash up all the insects, vomits, phlemg..ewww. that's a dirty job.but who clean all these,them. i think we should have a cleaner's day, to celebrate the fact that they are the ones who make singapore a clean green city. without them,we would be living in a rubbish dump. in future...whenever i see them cleaning my block..i will smile or greet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i got B for my history of costume. surprise,surprise. i put in effort. and this is what i got. i'm happy for the B. but not the remarks. the title of my theme..was kinda of out..of the point - not connected/linked to my drawings. 2ndly , the technicals drawings..i have got an F. shit man.. cause it wasn't in DETAILS.. she wants more.. and more... debra expected a lot. i know it's reall troublesome. but these are required in the fashion industry, especially in the design department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was spending time doing dart manipulations after and before class. really did a lot. cutting n pasting n sewing. although i'm still stuck at one of the dart designs. but i have learned a lot. being independent, got the whole sewing room to me. i can just do my work quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town to meet my boy, bought a polka dots shirt. to reward myself. haha. had dinner and walked around. he wasn;t feeling well.... think he ate too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm craving for mashed potato... and it must be from 7/11. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new video - papa roach - scars..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112083407783427972?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112083407783427972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112083407783427972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112083407783427972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112083407783427972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/soo-many-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112065683571272708</id><published>2005-07-06T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:33:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i put on weight.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. well.. tmrw is my presentation. kinda of nervous. although i seemed bouncy today. wish me luck man. i have to score an A with my group. *pray hard to god*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,back to weight problem. i just can't seemed to stop eating. everything i buy is food, snacks or drinks. i just bought 100gms of amos cookies. but when i checked the weighing machine, no difference. i think it's spoilt. argh. or that... i better do some exercise..starting this friday,if i have the motivation to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh..just as i expected, there's pattern grading homework. no fun. gotta hand in by next week. how can she be soo cruel. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just find that everyone's around me is pretending to be nice to me. i just feel it. they smile at me..say hi to me,when actually i think they hated me..i felt soo intimidated by them. giving me those fake smiles..yucks!. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112065683571272708?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112065683571272708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;there was a point that i felt i was slacking away. no stress. now it's totally different. everything seemed to be pushing through. i just received the soft copy of FasRm project 3 project brief,when we have not even completed the project 2 yet. apparal production 2, received the big fat assignment already,when i have not completed the small little assignments yet cause i was sick. sheesh. i'm feeling stressed. plus i have to complete a graphic design by tonight. ewwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;in the meantime. left to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;graphic design by tonight + where i got my inspiration from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;pattern grading - basic bodice draft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;taking measurements,basic bodice - full and 1/2 size, dart manipulations by next wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;sleevless top prototype - by next wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;sleeveless top actual size - in 2 weeks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;history of costume project 2 - in 5 weeks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;argh i'm stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112056810165406170?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112056810165406170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112056810165406170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112056810165406170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112056810165406170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/there-was-point-that-i-felt-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112027880971149811</id><published>2005-07-02T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:42:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to town last night after school with nelson. there are sooo many things that i wanted...but had been snapped up by other ppl. crap. my green jade necklace from topshop, the 2 green mango tops. argh. nvm. there are new things afterall. volcom belt, new stussy stuff that just came in, pretty earrings and cute little undies and a denim skirt from topshop,top from check. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called up my company ,i mean my ex company. about my pay. will be receiving it in a few days time. phew. gonna shop later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt that ever since i fallen sick, i have been slacking in my work. yes i'm. i'm lazy to do my work. i never put in much effort as to the previous projects and stuff. geez. my laziness is coming back to haunt me. yikes. i'm thinking of finding a job, but i dont know whether i can cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i'm pissed of with this particular person. it was in my previous blog entry. think 2 days again. whatever. this time, it's even worst. i will not rant, or curse this person in my blog. cause, it's very unhygenic to blog it in my own blog. i changed the layout u know. well, there's my gurlie to bitch to... last night. thanks soo much gurl!!!. hee hee. i felt so much better. let me tell you about that particular person. .. i will describe this person as someone who will not admit all the mistakes  made even till their deathbed. ok that's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112027880971149811?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112027880971149811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112027880971149811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112027880971149811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112027880971149811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-to-town-last-night-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-112018295363180518</id><published>2005-07-01T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:55:53.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been sick for the past 2 days or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so horrible. my temperature kept going up and down. each time when i eat solid foods, i tend to vomit. but didnt. phew. even when i cough so hard, that the food seemed to be coming out as well. ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. i'm alright. i guess. no fried food yet. badie. argh.. lost was good. although, i'm kinda of lost like why the body aint there. can someone tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-112018295363180518?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/112018295363180518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=112018295363180518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112018295363180518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/112018295363180518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/07/been-sick-for-past-2-days-or-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111978979589822397</id><published>2005-06-26T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:41:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;do you know how it feels when someone close to you lied to you? not once but twice!in just one day.. it's not an ordinary lie, that u lie how some homework shit or what. it's something to do with pity, care and sympathy. yea, to think i thought u needed some concern.i gave u that, sincerly deep from my heart. and i realised it was a mistake. u dont need it AT ALL. it was a fucking shit lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;don't fucking tell people that u need urgent attention, when u don't even need one. u disappointed me yet again.  i thought i was the one who changed not u. but this proves that i'm not wrong, you are the one. you become a damn good liar, you will do anything to get your way... to get all the attention you want.go get!!!! i can't be bother about you. i'm sick of all these shit. i can't get myself to trust you again. now i will beware of you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh you can be sooo desperate that u will do anything for someone to fall for you. WOAH.. not bad eh... let me tell you... it wont' happened.. why. cause i know. but what if... touch wood.. it happened. shucks... that's horrible shit. don't think it will last anyway. sorry. no blessings from me. oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm just venting my anger in this blog. i won't tell you in person. cause u will have fucking reasons to defend yourself. cause u will made everyone believe you, side you,when you are the fucking one who is in the wrong. i'm not scared if it happens. cause i believe that one day, they will know the real you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111978979589822397?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111978979589822397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111978979589822397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111978979589822397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111978979589822397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-you-know-how-it-feels-when-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111971462341497591</id><published>2005-06-25T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:50:23.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just bought a cap from adidas originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a very harsh decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's sale what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;great, now i have 4 caps. one nike and 2 roxys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and mind you.. i just got my roxy cap on thurs from my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i'm fucked broke. $10 in bank account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea,and my mum's gonna kill me. so shh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111971462341497591?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111971462341497591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111971462341497591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111971462341497591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111971462341497591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-bought-cap-from-adidas.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111971424152845179</id><published>2005-06-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:45:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;week 6 is soon to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday sucked. my phone got confiscated in class. it was soo embarassing can. but thank god, shigeta san returned it to me.tuesday was alright, my gal was sick, so didn't go for class. but well, there's kelvin and co. n yep i'm recruited into his stupid club. don't even bother to ask what's the club's name. wednesday, was fun. i love pattern grading. it's relaxing and stressful at the same time.it's ironic. don't ask me why. but i just love that class. relax, maybe i'm with the funny bunch, my galfriends. stressed...coz. it involved lots of calculations. thursdays are always my lonng day. Fashion retail management.. was a swap around situation. changed of groupings. yes. paired up with my gurlie, charis. will be going to town to do our project tomorrow.hope she remembers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the whole one week, i have been sleeping really late. 3 ams.. 6 am.. it's really killing me. i'm stressed. yea,everyone is really worried about me. not everyone is as stressed as me. most of my friends are saying. they are not stressed.. just that the workload is tough. i really don't know. but i know i'm pushing myself hard. i want to get better grades. i want to graduate with good grades..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,celebrated my 4th mth with my baby. hmm.. went to meet him at bishan. he was soo glum. kinda of pissed of with me.up to now, i have no idea wads wrong with him. but well.. today was good. spent the whole day with him, without having to think about work.. watched a lot like love. nice, sweet movie. funny one too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111971424152845179?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111971424152845179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111971424152845179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111971424152845179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111971424152845179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/06/week-6-is-soon-to-be-over-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111909092471722120</id><published>2005-06-18T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T18:35:25.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a horrible week for me. the worst of all things man. except spending time with my boy and veron praised my sewing. the rest was horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my handphone on tues. with the limted ed. strap. sad. fucking bastard did answer the call but he/she didn't talk. and thereafter, he/she switched off the phone. so inhuman. bastard. really a bastard. worst than a bastard even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pattern grading was hell confusing. i was just practically cursing throughout the lesson. not the lecturer, but it's soo tedious. when what you do is just drafting. sounds easy, but not easy to do.but thank god, hu ping said pass up next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was the hell day. my group is the worst presentation of all. too general, too many shuffling, not enough details. fuck. ya. i'm totally disappointed in myself. i have just put too much hope in this subject, thinking that it's gonna be easy like fashion merchandising. but wrong. the project in front of us, was easy. too easy to score. and i ruined it all. i though, we don't have to put in too much details coz it will be too wordy. and now.. we left out the MOST IMPORTANT DETAILS, we misread the aim and the purpose of the project. everything was just screwed. so screwed. i felt that i'm the one who caused this huge mistake. i'm really sorry guys. we are just too overconfident. too much. i'm feeling damn sucky, besides the fact that i'm sick and dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm left with sewing of buttons, pattern grading and history of costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, please give me the strength,the wisdom and the concentration and a good brain to work things out. thank you god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna achieve my goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111909092471722120?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111909092471722120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111909092471722120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111909092471722120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111909092471722120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-horrible-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111840823298775697</id><published>2005-06-10T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:57:12.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>week 3 of school.. is over. that's frickin fast. over those 5 days, many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to start complaining. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 submissions next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sewing,drafting and 3 presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many other things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get irritated so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, i'm frickin stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time for everything including my boy n friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i thank god, for giving me such supporting friends and family and him himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for not giving me up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for encouraging me to push me up to fulfil my aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i pissed u guys off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff say!, good charlotte and the initial D. stars.. are COMING! woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111840823298775697?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111840823298775697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111840823298775697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111840823298775697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111840823298775697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/06/week-3-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111806493644400779</id><published>2005-06-06T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:35:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm confused with all the jap words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all in my mind is wakarimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm in love with my havannias slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;n i'm gonna slip with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something is wrong.and i know it's partly my fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i don't wanna face it. i'm just being to lazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111806493644400779?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111806493644400779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111806493644400779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111806493644400779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111806493644400779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-confused-with-all-jap-words.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111797865947455241</id><published>2005-06-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:37:39.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of work today.one burden down. no more rushing, no more irritating customers,no more standing. woo-hoo. but i still kinda of miss the workplace there. 2 months of experience. i know the different types of shirt,pants,shorts n etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more extra allowance. that's a boo-hoo. but money still can be earned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last customer i served, was hell ez to serve.he knows what he wants and he knows what's his size is. phew. the last irritating customer is someone who asked me about dress shirts which i showed him where it was and he said," obviously u don't know what is a dress shirt!". what the fuck. he thinks he's some big shot fat rich ass guy. the last yummylicious customer i saw - wolfgang. yea, he's that guy in that eye for a guy 2. uh-huh, he's soo much cuter in reaal life. ok enough of the lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get a job after i'm done with this semester(end of aug).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm damn broke. returned 200 buckaroos. spent 300 in less than a week. pair of pumps, accessories,jeans, tops,accessories,ex food n etc.haha. i'm good with my money. oh man.. broke already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8747184.post-111776559104644885</id><published>2005-06-03T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:26:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is blog is officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i'm typing this post extra slow cause i just painted my nails. waiting for it to dry. it's not those maybelline or loreal one minute finish or crap. this is just some cheapo nail polish, but it has niice colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty stressed up with all the up-coming projects. yes. i'm frickin' scared as well. i'm scared that i can't cope, can't finish. that's why i decided to quit, even though i wanted to stay put with my job till end of the year. Ya wishful thinking. i have decided to quit because i wanted to just concentrate on my studies.. get better results. So people who think that design school is such a 'slack school'... take back your words. cause we will have to stay as late as not sleeping for 3 nights... this is my life man. i know it's tiring but i never regret coming into this school. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo hoooked with 'don't phunk with my heart' and 'hollerback girl'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111776559104644885?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111776559104644885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111776559104644885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111776559104644885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111776559104644885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-blog-is-officially-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111737220242066330</id><published>2005-05-29T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:10:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally came back from the refresh orientation camp er... on last sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really really refreshing!! woah. n i miss the camp! seriously missing the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss throwing water bombs at the freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having nite talks with my freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sleeping with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss switching off the air-cons for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss giving them wake-up calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sleeping in the cold room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sleeping on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss walking to sport complex to bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss changing my stingy shoes. (dun ask why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss taking down attendence every morning,after lunch n after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hunting them down while they will gone for 60 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having lunch n dinner with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the "in-out" dare. yea. one of my freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss asking them " why u need to leave early??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss shouting OI to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss cheering with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to astoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone.. including the prog comm,n main comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the night out with them at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the mass dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the final clash. although we didnt win the overall champion school. but i know we are already winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss making fun of kenneth, freddy and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss ganging out with faridah.. against ahem ahem the freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss asking bavani,"are u staying overnight or not???" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kelvin, the nut guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bitching with my freshies about shitface n overbreast n of coz that bastard who scolded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss checking out who's cute or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss ALL THE FUN!!! i miss everyone, including my GLS n of course my freshies. love u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*but i do not miss ignoring n being mean to someone.sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now back to school. skipped school for one whole week. not exactly. just attended moses's talk, PCOMD and history of costume. n add/drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subjects that i will be taking:&lt;br /&gt;apparal manufacturing process(core)&lt;br /&gt;Professional Communicating Design (core)&lt;br /&gt;Fashion retail Management (core)&lt;br /&gt;Apel2 (tpcore)&lt;br /&gt;History of costume(core)&lt;br /&gt;apparal production 2(elec.)&lt;br /&gt;Japanese(elec.)&lt;br /&gt;pattern grading(elec.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhh.. so many subjects. it's gonna be difficult to cope. so i have decided to quit my part time job at brooks brothers. it's sad. at first i was worried that i won't have enough cash to spend. but i realised,studies are much more important now. part-time job.. i can get in after the semester ends which is around end of august. that's like 3 months away.and besides working drift me away from GOD. so this is the time to really get going with GOD. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have not finish my misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my empire : MAUVE.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111737220242066330?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-8747184.post-111569036601840554</id><published>2005-05-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:59:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will be working for 6 days this week. oh man. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was funn. basically,we were just joking all the way. n etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be getting my cheque afterall. coz the previous brand i work in send my timesheet late. oh shucks. so i have to wait for my pay till the end of the month. sad. no more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is: sir, how's the linen pants?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walked around the shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is: sir, how's the linen pants?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He asked the same customer, the customer stared at him blankly, n Is didn't realised that he asked the same question until the customer went away.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The customer must be thinking he's some kuku. hahha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111569036601840554?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111569036601840554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111569036601840554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111569036601840554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111569036601840554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/05/will-be-working-for-6-days-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111518517288072767</id><published>2005-05-04T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T13:39:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just looked at my calendar. and i realised, it's going to be the middle of the year. soon.  5 months of 2005. full of memories. happy and sad. full of contradictions. full of nonsense. full of stress. full of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare to say 2004 is better than this year. cause i have no idea, what's god plan for my life in the next 7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dare to say. time flies. i know it's such a cliche to say that. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer a freshie/ freshman. i'm gonna be junior in the coming next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to turn 18 in exactly 7 months. means soon the most fun part of my entire life is soon gonna be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends. the clique that i mixed with since the beginning of sch starts. somehow. it's broken up. it's so obvious, and yet we don't wanna admit. we keep having inner conflicts that no one knows. maybe i'm one of the few that is not affected. but i can sense it. it's sad. really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are soon to be over. good or bad. we still gonna face it. late nights are coming our way, especially when the next sem is supposedly the most busier,stressful semester for the admers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's silly. but i'm thinking of taking up some new hobbies. instead of shop, shop, shop n sleep sleep n sleep. maybe photography n tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 5 months. i never really get close to god. n i know he's upset. maybe i should just start going back to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i have just started to do sec 4 maths. it's funny. but it's good for my future. will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111518517288072767?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111518517288072767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111518517288072767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111518517288072767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111518517288072767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-just-looked-at-my-calendar.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111512634614222023</id><published>2005-05-03T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:19:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at last!!.no work today and tomorrow. woohoo. gonna spend some time with dad, cause he's leaving for china this coming sunday (mother's day). gonna spend mum's day without dad this year. sad.oh did i mention i have an off day this sunday. am i lucky or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about lucky, i watched a bollywood movie last sunday, and there's this hot guy who played lucky in that movie. he's sooo adorably cute. name - zayed khan. yea, another new cutie up in my best bollywood cuties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm sicked of blogging now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111512634614222023?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111512634614222023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111512634614222023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111512634614222023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111512634614222023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/05/at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111427321156348747</id><published>2005-04-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:20:11.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up really early on a sat morning. bleah. coz, dad's bringing us to some dim sum buffet. FOOD AGAIN?!?!.. oh man, think i'm gonna put on piles man.. dim sum was alright la. typical. i miss h.k. think i'm going there for the next holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my boy after lunch. went around town i mean between the 3 zaras. hunting for my black mini dress. sold out at taka n great world. left the last piece at liang court. so bought it coz i lovvvvveee it soo much. BUT, i have gotta sew some screw-ups back. a row of sequins came out. and i wanna replace a torn ribbon with maybe a nicer ribbon or.. sequins. yea. and this is where it make full good use of what i have learn in sch. ah=ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw adeline n friends n another friend twice in town. haha. funny.. ok damn funny. whatever. i'm getting crazy. especially i'm having that monthly thingy. it's just soo sickening can. surprise thing is i dun get mood swings. so my bf was like soo thankful "the curse" didn't  fell on him. oh n helen said that both of us look alike. what adeline rephrase was.. - couple who look alike. alrite gurl, can't wait to see next friday for training!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah. i'm tired. but i dun feel like sleeping. i'm deprived of reading a book. found a good book. no idea what's the title, but i know where it's placed at, at kino. haha. n i can't wait for my pay!! my vans and my lee jeans. n my ralph lauren polo tee. ARGHHHHH.. happy ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111427321156348747?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111427321156348747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111427321156348747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111427321156348747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111427321156348747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/04/woke-up-really-early-on-sat-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111400792231040624</id><published>2005-04-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:38:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate too much.. seriously too much. n i'm getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday : a big sandwich with veg n cheese&lt;br /&gt;                   : a mushroom swiss burger&lt;br /&gt;                   :fried rice&lt;br /&gt;                   : potato soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today : tuna sandwich&lt;br /&gt;             mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;            whooper jr meal plus free chessestick&lt;br /&gt;            steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHhh&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself seriously&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111400792231040624?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111400792231040624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111400792231040624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111400792231040624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111400792231040624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-myself-i-ate-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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-8747184.post-111375395956683443</id><published>2005-04-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:05:59.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been sick since friday. i woke up, feeling so damn weak.  thought i didn't sleep enough. so continue sleeping,but i didn't feel well even though i woke up the 2nd time. walking around was soo difficult. guess, i must have been working like 'siao'. saw the doc. high fever. flu. not dengue. phew. mc for 2 days n plus sun n mon (coz i'm on leave) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was much better, but still feeling giddy and weak. no appetite. so gotta miss my ex class gathering. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day much much better. so went out for a while to breathe in the "nice" air.bf.. was so worried, that he went to accompany me.sort of "taking care" of me. when he forced me to eat  chicken rice with him coz he was craving for it. ass.now i'm feeling sick  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i'm a GL..for the upcoming design orientation 2005. won't be able to go for the briefing for next tues. working. but will be going for the training on the following week.woohoo. can't wait to see all my crazzzyyy friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111375395956683443?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111375395956683443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have 3 pairs of footwear to buy. slip ons, pumps and a pair of slippers. and i have yet to wear my converse tops. plus i have one pair of dunks,  1 half- broken pair of slippers, a pair of converse sneakers, 3 pumps (one of which is tweed(FAV*), the other  pointy pumps and the other one is hell.coz it's heels. crap). oh and another pair of sports shoes for exercising purpose. so altogether i have 7 pairs of footwear, if i buy another 3, that will be 10. n i'm so gonna catch up with the number of pairs of shoes my mum has at the moment. now,i have to admit that i'm a shoe person,which i denied it for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news. i may not be working anymore. cause there's a new full timer is coming. damn bastard. but i did ask for a transfer. hopefully, i may be able to get a job at the other brands. but i do have other alternatives. haha. if really all fail, i hope it doesn't happened. then i'm gonna seriously help out in the orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna work. more pocket money. but of cause not forgetting GOD, blessing me with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipping O.C today, cause i'm too shagged after full shift today. plus i have got to do some work tmr morning, practice my piano and check out mango and reserve some stuff n work in the afternoon shift. i'm such a busy gurl, even though i'm having my holidays. ok whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111349219660572867?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111349219660572867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111349219660572867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so pessimistic today. i have been thinking of all the bad memories that had just happened to me recently. Especially the 'evil sunday'. not gonna elaborate more on that sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just worried that i will have to hurt him somehow, which i don't want to see myself doing it. i have no idea why i'm feeling that way.i was feeling so much better after talking to him on the phone. cause hearing his voice makes me smile all day. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna stay home tomorrow and be a good girl. at the same time, have sufficient rest cause gonna work full shift on thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747184-111332085566487115?l=saraah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/feeds/111332085566487115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747184&amp;postID=111332085566487115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111332085566487115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747184/posts/default/111332085566487115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraah.blogspot.com/2005/04/listening-to-bowling-for-soup-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah-lah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17710294551641411084</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>
