<?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-8594623622939114002</id><updated>2011-08-02T02:44:57.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-6348047061126981150</id><published>2010-01-01T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:01:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 is here.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;May we all welcome the first decade of the millennium with joy, laughter and much success.&lt;br /&gt;I'll kick start this post with a huge ass picture of me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sz4R8U6E3HI/AAAAAAAABx0/P_uceYs9nkE/s1600-h/17975_268564707994_539762994_4551663_6754549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sz4R8U6E3HI/AAAAAAAABx0/P_uceYs9nkE/s400/17975_268564707994_539762994_4551663_6754549_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790729502776434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2009 had been a hell roller coaster for me.&lt;br /&gt;With all the dramas and cruel lessons I had to learn, somewhat forced me to grow up instantly.&lt;br /&gt;I am as stubborn as a cow, arrogant like anything. I think with my heart, not my brain which always put me in deep dung. I have nothing to be proud of with my life. Yet, I am too arrogant to admit my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to take some time off to spend real quality time with myself. Celebrated Christmas alone at home with my puppy while the rest of my family went to Penang. =) Count down for New Year was quiet and peaceful while I sat side by side with my puppy as we both welcomed the new decade. Surprising eh? Even my parents were out on the hill top to watch the fireworks and my sister was somewhere in KLCC having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing alot of thinking. I have came to a conclusion, regardless you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am. I will not change so that your mother would like me being friends with you. I assume your parents know me better than you do to judge me, no?If I am such a bad influence, feel free to leave. I don't believe in being a hypocrite so that the entire world worships you for being wise and good. I do not camouflage when I am with different people because I am always who I am when I am with them. I don't judge my friends and discriminate them according to their grades , influence or family backgrounds. Coming from a poor or rich family was never an important issue when I pick my friends more over criticizing the upbringing his or her family.&lt;br /&gt;Do not judge when you have the least knowledge of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I am, much down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;What happens in real life do not come from books. Books are mere guideline, not a prophecy from god.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are best to stay away from, because they judge you for who you are. Even worse when you have known each other for years. It is really sad. I'll continue to search the world for friend who will take me for who I am. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Folks!&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-6348047061126981150?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6348047061126981150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=6348047061126981150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6348047061126981150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6348047061126981150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-here.html' title='2010 is here.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sz4R8U6E3HI/AAAAAAAABx0/P_uceYs9nkE/s72-c/17975_268564707994_539762994_4551663_6754549_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7480455330391253917</id><published>2009-11-19T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:43:30.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>I've been spending like a mad woman lately and it is not at all funny.&lt;br /&gt;I bought clothes that I doubt I need them anytime soon, I'm going on a vacation to Langkawi during this heavy raining season, I did my hair and it cost a bomb whatmore it turned out depressingly uh-glay.&lt;br /&gt;What The Hell was I thinking about. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Clothes i bought to make myself happy but not practical, Langkawi trip for fuks coz Kedah is BLARDY hell flooded!! I bet I'll end up doing charity helping people in Kedah to pindah their stuff to higher ground rather than to sun tan. PLUS my stupid hair turned out like  OMG *speechless*. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;note to self : its ok. Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Of coz its not okay! I've been eating soo much lately! Like, urm.. SO MUCH! Blame the weather.. I feel my tummy grumbling every 5 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;And worst of all, congratulations to myself.. I'm down with a bad cold.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Not helping at all!&lt;br /&gt;complain complain complain&lt;br /&gt;yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : Shaddap michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7480455330391253917?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7480455330391253917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7480455330391253917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7480455330391253917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7480455330391253917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-2731801861976301848</id><published>2009-11-11T07:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:19:04.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>It is 7.46 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;You'd rarely see my living soul at this odd hour.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am wide awake, blogging aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been single for quite a while now, and apart from getting back control of my life, I think I'm losing it again!&lt;br /&gt;The freedom I get... I've been misusing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so nice to be a single teenager again. *note: I'm still 19&lt;br /&gt;The part where the world meant to you so much, and you start to check out guys and fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in your tummy everytime he talks to you,&lt;br /&gt;shiver crawls down your spine as he touches your bare skin,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart pumping so hard you fear he might find out everytime you kissed.&lt;br /&gt;The furthest distance on earth is when you are standing right infront of the person you love and not letting him know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwang. I know!!! Me like it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I am fnally where I am , who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: Polly has been a bitch lately. He keeps nibbling on me! Gah! I wish he could speak English like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-2731801861976301848?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2731801861976301848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=2731801861976301848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2731801861976301848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2731801861976301848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-5903746263039931117</id><published>2009-10-06T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:25:46.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hui Ting's 20th.</title><content type='html'>Happy Bloody 20th Birthday Hui Ting, Bitch! Old already lurrrr...&lt;br /&gt;So bloody lucky because she was being spoil like a brat. Unfairness!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of her grand celebration in class.&lt;br /&gt;The closes girl friend I have in class.. I'd whine, complain, bitchy to her all day and she'll ever be ready to listen and give advises.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbVjhoCkI/AAAAAAAABwc/lPsjdeAKol0/s1600-h/9228_142862092809_716897809_2633247_4123880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbVjhoCkI/AAAAAAAABwc/lPsjdeAKol0/s400/9228_142862092809_716897809_2633247_4123880_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361067462232642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrdSNLCVfI/AAAAAAAABxc/srFZely_R2M/s1600-h/9228_142862077809_716897809_2633245_5610996_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrdSNLCVfI/AAAAAAAABxc/srFZely_R2M/s400/9228_142862077809_716897809_2633245_5610996_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389363208945554930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So pink right the cake?! It looked so pweety!...&lt;br /&gt;And I kepo-ed "eh this cake so nice! Who buy wan?"&lt;br /&gt;Someone turned around and gave me a cock stare, " Mah Sue Ann baked wan ok!"&lt;br /&gt;Daym geng la ok.. Seriously! I want Mah Sue Ann bake me cake too. =( *puhuizzzeeee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our 'gang' headed to Old China Cafe to have lunch. I superb love the environment in the cafe.. everything so antique! Even the music in there so soothing. *loves*.. Unlike the usual lunch place we used to go in Petaling Street, hot, sweaty and far but mad CHEAP and YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbWLGpltI/AAAAAAAABwk/DBZf3scUPtI/s1600-h/9228_142862217809_716897809_2633262_7943213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbWLGpltI/AAAAAAAABwk/DBZf3scUPtI/s400/9228_142862217809_716897809_2633262_7943213_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361078086506194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, Cai Lee, ze burfdae gurl and I headed to Reggae Bar where we played pool.&lt;br /&gt;Had to teach Hui Ting coz it was her first time playing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssrbp8Cxs-I/AAAAAAAABw0/rC98bOmbaFE/s1600-h/9228_142862282809_716897809_2633267_7845582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssrbp8Cxs-I/AAAAAAAABw0/rC98bOmbaFE/s400/9228_142862282809_716897809_2633267_7845582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361417641112546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbWk-RuQI/AAAAAAAABws/kTkNdqyMn5k/s1600-h/9228_142862257809_716897809_2633265_1145293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbWk-RuQI/AAAAAAAABws/kTkNdqyMn5k/s400/9228_142862257809_716897809_2633265_1145293_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361085030709506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me looking very much like hantu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! After a few tiring and exhausted game, 3 of us went to Lot10 for Shabu Shabu aka steamboat buffet! Hui Ting gatal sangat wanna go clubbing but Cai Lee and I wasted half of our lives trying to convince her that club is so dead on MONDAY NIGHTS! gosh.. where got people wanna club wan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssrbq1V0YsI/AAAAAAAABxE/CY-ybtZnaE4/s1600-h/9228_142862342809_716897809_2633276_4883936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssrbq1V0YsI/AAAAAAAABxE/CY-ybtZnaE4/s400/9228_142862342809_716897809_2633276_4883936_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361433021801154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbrQb1VoI/AAAAAAAABxM/otALtyyF18M/s1600-h/9228_142862392809_716897809_2633282_6900687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbrQb1VoI/AAAAAAAABxM/otALtyyF18M/s400/9228_142862392809_716897809_2633282_6900687_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361440294786690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbqVVvg-I/AAAAAAAABw8/C8aMed5S-wE/s1600-h/9228_142862332809_716897809_2633274_6250446_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbqVVvg-I/AAAAAAAABw8/C8aMed5S-wE/s400/9228_142862332809_716897809_2633274_6250446_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361424431547362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bloated after that. Couldn't even walk properly! ahhh.. the luxury of studying in the central of Kuala Lumpur.. So easy to excess to anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of a pre-birthday celebration at Times Square!&lt;br /&gt;Henry, Bryan, Huiting and I.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to watch Sorority Row!!!! Okay la. wasn't scary at all. =)&lt;br /&gt;Pitca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra9rX3viI/AAAAAAAABvs/UoyDyn2i1Jc/s1600-h/9228_142861947809_716897809_2633232_7265972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra9rX3viI/AAAAAAAABvs/UoyDyn2i1Jc/s400/9228_142861947809_716897809_2633232_7265972_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389360657251941922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww... boyfriend for the day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbUvigfVI/AAAAAAAABwM/lcmxOxW6OPg/s1600-h/9228_142861982809_716897809_2633236_6449433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbUvigfVI/AAAAAAAABwM/lcmxOxW6OPg/s400/9228_142861982809_716897809_2633236_6449433_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361053507288402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we stated exchanging partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra_X0EYAI/AAAAAAAABwE/VXLeMS0TdIQ/s1600-h/9228_142862007809_716897809_2633238_227028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra_X0EYAI/AAAAAAAABwE/VXLeMS0TdIQ/s400/9228_142862007809_716897809_2633238_227028_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389360686361239554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then We had a threesome.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra-4VvcEI/AAAAAAAABv8/6C-wp7Lcm60/s1600-h/9228_142862062809_716897809_2633243_4697802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra-4VvcEI/AAAAAAAABv8/6C-wp7Lcm60/s400/9228_142862062809_716897809_2633243_4697802_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389360677912539202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we decided to be lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra-SFQCKI/AAAAAAAABv0/8ilZV1rDG_c/s1600-h/9228_142861967809_716897809_2633234_6243568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra-SFQCKI/AAAAAAAABv0/8ilZV1rDG_c/s400/9228_142861967809_716897809_2633234_6243568_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389360667642824866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They became gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra9LH-WjI/AAAAAAAABvk/pIyed4ADEKU/s1600-h/9228_142861937809_716897809_2633231_2521281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Ssra9LH-WjI/AAAAAAAABvk/pIyed4ADEKU/s400/9228_142861937809_716897809_2633231_2521281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389360648595331634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la. tireds.&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm getting another dog. because Kalbooz's owner didn't sound keen to give him away.. So I found another one more cuter puppy! His name is POLLY!. I know right.. sounds so girl. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5903746263039931117?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5903746263039931117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5903746263039931117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5903746263039931117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5903746263039931117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/10/hui-tings-20th.html' title='Hui Ting&apos;s 20th.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsrbVjhoCkI/AAAAAAAABwc/lPsjdeAKol0/s72-c/9228_142862092809_716897809_2633247_4123880_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-2509623254490908353</id><published>2009-10-03T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:18:43.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've baked chocolate chip cookies yesterday! =)&lt;br /&gt;Mommie baked Pakistani-style macaroni for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been wanting a pet dog for a very long time. For those who have been close enough to me should know. Me making endless trips to pet shops only to stare at ridiculously expensive toy puppies is just depressing.&lt;br /&gt;After much persuading, mommie finally let me get one!&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wanted a Yorkshire Terrier...&lt;br /&gt;Nah-ah. I'm not gonna pay 2k for a puppy yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsbdI8QFXKI/AAAAAAAABvc/FDRGIuZGQbM/s1600-h/6209-20529-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsbdI8QFXKI/AAAAAAAABvc/FDRGIuZGQbM/s400/6209-20529-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388237149877656738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went online, went through pet finder and found a cute little puppy for adoption!&lt;br /&gt;His name is Kalbooz (which I'm not really fond of).. This handsome boy here is a breed of Spitz and Terrier ( to what extend how accurate his breed is that I'm not sure.) He has 3 other siblings which were all adopted expect him.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have to go all the way to Putra Heghts in Shah Alam to get him. His current fosterer is not free at the moment so I guess I'll just have to wait lor. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*excited*&lt;br /&gt;Okay Ive gotta fun. tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-2509623254490908353?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2509623254490908353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=2509623254490908353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2509623254490908353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2509623254490908353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-baked-chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SsbdI8QFXKI/AAAAAAAABvc/FDRGIuZGQbM/s72-c/6209-20529-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7590247080211757911</id><published>2009-10-02T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:19:19.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading a few malay girls blog. They are in their mid twenties and are newly weds.&lt;br /&gt;They blog in Malay by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing against them nor the language tho.. but just that I find it extremely hilarious to read how they literally convert London to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie:&lt;br /&gt;Actually = ekceli&lt;br /&gt;Purple = pepel&lt;br /&gt;Handsome = hensem&lt;br /&gt;Colour = kaler&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant = pregnen&lt;br /&gt;Office = opis&lt;br /&gt;Relax = ilek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I just find it entertaning. =) how to increase the standard of English in this country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mai hensem unkel's pregnen wife wear pepel kaler baju to opis. ilek la tecer, I London is very the strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7590247080211757911?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7590247080211757911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7590247080211757911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7590247080211757911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7590247080211757911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-reading-few-malay-girls-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-6527417235519266891</id><published>2009-09-18T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:11:47.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I give it all up, but I’m taking back my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m taking back my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m taking back my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’ve given you too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I’m taking back my love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cup of Dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Two tea spoon of conflict within myself.&lt;br /&gt;So hard to confess the ugly truth as I fear what I've feared all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-6527417235519266891?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6527417235519266891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=6527417235519266891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6527417235519266891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6527417235519266891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-7483295901573459983</id><published>2009-09-05T06:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:34:16.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is who I really am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;So bloody much for ruining my perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe how much hatred burning within myself.&lt;br /&gt;Fear dominates love.&lt;br /&gt;Pretentious actor living in a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I swallow the anger.. eating myself inside alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7483295901573459983?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7483295901573459983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7483295901573459983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7483295901573459983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7483295901573459983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-who-i-really-am.html' title='This is who I really am.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-926905333326312365</id><published>2009-09-04T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:33:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADIK2kb8I/AAAAAAAABus/DR8Z96zT-BU/s1600-h/P1260545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADIK2kb8I/AAAAAAAABus/DR8Z96zT-BU/s400/P1260545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377301393967443906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently.....&lt;br /&gt;Life has becoming a wee too hectic.&lt;br /&gt;My little sister had few consecutive days of high fever and was positive with H1N1 and was admitted to Gleneagles Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Mommie was terribly worried and so was everyone around her.&lt;br /&gt;Yups. The brat got 1st class treatment from everyone. She had a personal room overlooking the magnificent view of KLCC and KL Tower along with her own personal 6 star toilet..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqAEVWpS1DI/AAAAAAAABvM/cLy2-8B1pxA/s1600-h/P1260594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqAEVWpS1DI/AAAAAAAABvM/cLy2-8B1pxA/s400/P1260594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302719982916658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was then I only noticed that the KL tower changes its colour every now and then!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Cheh. Padahal kena quarantine) Therefore you'll see this sign upon entering the room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADH9LJxfI/AAAAAAAABuk/Gor3V7Ud0pg/s1600-h/P1260635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADH9LJxfI/AAAAAAAABuk/Gor3V7Ud0pg/s400/P1260635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377301390295680498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly it felt more like a hotel room than an eerie looking hospital..Mommie personally cooked and punctually sent each meal to her despite them providing her healthy meals everyday. How more spoilt can she be?&lt;br /&gt;And me being the kepo one joined in to have princessca treatment!. =) *teehee*&lt;br /&gt;I ended up looking more sick than my annoying little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADI2edUuI/AAAAAAAABu8/8a7IxElwFjQ/s1600-h/P1260553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADI2edUuI/AAAAAAAABu8/8a7IxElwFjQ/s400/P1260553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377301405677474530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADIqivFXI/AAAAAAAABu0/-K6Edv61qis/s1600-h/P1260396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADIqivFXI/AAAAAAAABu0/-K6Edv61qis/s400/P1260396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377301402474190194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TOLD YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka this year didn't feel a bit like merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like any 0ther ordinary day with a gloomy sky.&lt;br /&gt;But I had an outdoor activity which was extremely fun!&lt;br /&gt;*waiting for photos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something more irrelevent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got something in my mind. It keeps appearing on my mind and I kept shoo-ing it to the back of my head. I can't help it. I'm so sick of it.&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/8594623622939114002-926905333326312365?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/926905333326312365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=926905333326312365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/926905333326312365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/926905333326312365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/09/recently.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SqADIK2kb8I/AAAAAAAABus/DR8Z96zT-BU/s72-c/P1260545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-3977899946102388554</id><published>2009-08-20T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:39:54.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink is the new bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SozsqLDuuRI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Wx2buy18bK4/s1600-h/20082009447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SozsqLDuuRI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Wx2buy18bK4/s400/20082009447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371928664813254930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite down with a minor flu, annoying sore throat combined with a pinch of headache and a terrible fever which seems to come only in a big PACKAGE and no ala carte, I manage to paint my nails! =)&lt;br /&gt;Although I just got them painted in a shade of baby pink few days ago I got bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;So its HOT PINK this time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized I am more fond of striking colours rather than pale pastel ones.&lt;br /&gt;I like colours which are vibrant, outstanding ans striking and I think it somewhat reflects my inner personality of being very loud and tak tau paiseh punyer orang.&lt;br /&gt;Geezzzz.. brain jammed.&lt;br /&gt;gotta blog again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-3977899946102388554?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3977899946102388554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=3977899946102388554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3977899946102388554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3977899946102388554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/pink-is-new-bitch.html' title='Pink is the new bitch'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SozsqLDuuRI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Wx2buy18bK4/s72-c/20082009447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-3947792629693447261</id><published>2009-08-19T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:24:32.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current status : Burnt. sick.</title><content type='html'>I'm burnt and sick.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, definitely not H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from GRA car racing @ Sepang on Sunday. Boyfee brought me along to cheer for his friend Shafiq!&lt;br /&gt;Was  really fun to see cars drag and drift! The best part was we get to see accidents and close calls!!!&lt;br /&gt;Silly me thought the weather would be bearable but it turned out to be violent and cranky!&lt;br /&gt;Sun was scalding hot and the heat was literally eating up my flesh!!&lt;br /&gt;I did not apply sun block nor brought along an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Results : Red burnt skin which hurts terribly every time I try to stretch or put on my clothes. *cries*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SorhX2wZ1II/AAAAAAAABuI/Eqym61HD61c/s1600-h/18082009437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SorhX2wZ1II/AAAAAAAABuI/Eqym61HD61c/s400/18082009437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371353305544512642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happened to boyfee after the race. Poor monkey boy was dehydrated and I think he was having a super high fever. Stupid boy doesn't even know if he is having a fever and kept denying it. True enough he had a horrible cough and a killer headache.&lt;br /&gt;He refused to put any wet cloth or ice on his forehead ( thats what my mommie used to do for me) claming that he is ok. DUH~! abviously not la.. I couldn't tahan with his nonsense and placed a wet cloth and ice cubes on his head!&lt;br /&gt;Guys are guys la. So kia su. Sick also dowan to admit. WTF right.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from an outing with Nina and her little bro Eei @ One utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sordq6F6VyI/AAAAAAAABuA/s7QJnUbnrMQ/s1600-h/15082009410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sordq6F6VyI/AAAAAAAABuA/s7QJnUbnrMQ/s400/15082009410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371349234811033378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I had for Brunch!! The little orange egg like thing is super yummy!&lt;br /&gt;They just burst into your mouth and melt like butter. *yummy!*&lt;br /&gt;(can anyone tell me what is it called?) Daym fail la. Makan apa pon tatau&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SorcPAW3oxI/AAAAAAAABto/diGYl8kKjdw/s1600-h/15082009409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SorcPAW3oxI/AAAAAAAABto/diGYl8kKjdw/s400/15082009409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371347655944807186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SorcQQ7DLDI/AAAAAAAABt4/aWgGNu6gZl8/s1600-h/16082009424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SorcQQ7DLDI/AAAAAAAABt4/aWgGNu6gZl8/s400/16082009424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371347677571394610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh! I bought 2 different shades of pink nail polish and a new pink wallet @ One Utama!&lt;br /&gt;*loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I atually have quite a number of pink nail polish depiste I just threw 3 other shades of pink nail polish that morning itself!&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into a pink freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I can't believe I finished my criminal law assignment!!!!!!!!!!!! x1000000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-3947792629693447261?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3947792629693447261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=3947792629693447261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3947792629693447261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3947792629693447261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/current-status-burnt-sick.html' title='Current status : Burnt. sick.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SorhX2wZ1II/AAAAAAAABuI/Eqym61HD61c/s72-c/18082009437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-4635143249584356491</id><published>2009-08-15T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:04:13.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue ann's 20th birthday in blueee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SocUqBDAACI/AAAAAAAABtg/U8PfCJvzWqM/s1600-h/6576_114286186761_682436761_2291654_343154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SocUqBDAACI/AAAAAAAABtg/U8PfCJvzWqM/s400/6576_114286186761_682436761_2291654_343154_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370283792730685474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th August = Sue Ann's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so jealous of her! Tho my birthday date is nicer (P/S: 12th of December)... LOL.. she has got great friends to arrange an awesome surprise birthday partyyyy for her!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*jealousy jealousy.. It's such an evil thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. so Tuan Wern being the best-est buddy of hers told all of us to meet up at PizzaHut@ Pavillion for lunch and the theme was BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;All of us wore blue and they tricked the birthday girl in wearing black! POOR GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;We bought her a strawberry chesse cake and Johnson bakes her banana and durian cake!&lt;br /&gt;Both yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoboTAIrfzI/AAAAAAAABtQ/T9yaviQHxvA/s1600-h/6576_114290306761_682436761_2291693_2673927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoboTAIrfzI/AAAAAAAABtQ/T9yaviQHxvA/s400/6576_114290306761_682436761_2291693_2673927_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370235018837458738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm too lazy to type. will just let the pictures talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobYDPX2uwI/AAAAAAAABso/sm1TrLbltLk/s1600-h/5608_111724767809_716897809_2303480_2355416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobYDPX2uwI/AAAAAAAABso/sm1TrLbltLk/s400/5608_111724767809_716897809_2303480_2355416_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217155863689986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobYEINwoJI/AAAAAAAABs4/0EcuwH83w_A/s1600-h/6576_114286196761_682436761_2291656_5297631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobYEINwoJI/AAAAAAAABs4/0EcuwH83w_A/s400/6576_114286196761_682436761_2291656_5297631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217171122167954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobYEvAABvI/AAAAAAAABtA/9cmFUliE12w/s1600-h/6576_114287301761_682436761_2291664_6831355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobYEvAABvI/AAAAAAAABtA/9cmFUliE12w/s400/6576_114287301761_682436761_2291664_6831355_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217181533439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobpBfsHugI/AAAAAAAABtY/FN2BBkh-X0Y/s1600-h/6576_114294141761_682436761_2291720_452416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobpBfsHugI/AAAAAAAABtY/FN2BBkh-X0Y/s400/6576_114294141761_682436761_2291720_452416_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370235817581591042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobYDuZjK8I/AAAAAAAABsw/T55Ueam7pZw/s1600-h/5608_111733282809_716897809_2303605_4025102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SobYDuZjK8I/AAAAAAAABsw/T55Ueam7pZw/s400/5608_111733282809_716897809_2303605_4025102_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370217164192295874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-4635143249584356491?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4635143249584356491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=4635143249584356491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4635143249584356491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4635143249584356491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sue-anns-20th-birthday-in-blueee.html' title='Sue ann&apos;s 20th birthday in blueee'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SocUqBDAACI/AAAAAAAABtg/U8PfCJvzWqM/s72-c/6576_114286186761_682436761_2291654_343154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-4334516417875097135</id><published>2009-08-14T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:41:32.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make ups!</title><content type='html'>I accompanied mommie to the Saloon and saw a cute little kitty sitting on a table beside a fruit stall. Nothing unusual you may think?&lt;br /&gt;Look closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoRIZXs5J1I/AAAAAAAABsQ/trogfukxN7A/s1600-h/11082009378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoRIZXs5J1I/AAAAAAAABsQ/trogfukxN7A/s400/11082009378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369496256428713810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. I walked closer to get a clearer picture and he dug under the table.&lt;br /&gt;All the fruits had price tags and so does the kitty!&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;CUte~ness beyond god like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoRIadM6zFI/AAAAAAAABsY/t88bz_yG5MY/s1600-h/11082009376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoRIadM6zFI/AAAAAAAABsY/t88bz_yG5MY/s400/11082009376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369496275085085778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dun prey-prey. He is worth blardy hell 500 bucks ok! For some 'paria' (low quality) breed it is daym expensive ok! I could prolly get them for free in some drain.&lt;br /&gt;But I assume the workers tied the price tag around its neck for fun larh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! oh!&lt;br /&gt;Mommie bought me a full set of makeup stuff to toy around with.*yays!*&lt;br /&gt;All along I had been curi-ing hers so I guess she kinda got fed up. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she is too scared that I am looking so ugly that no one will marry me one day.. hurmss....&lt;br /&gt;Like hello!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rolls eye*&lt;/span&gt; I'm balrdy 20 years old ok! Time for me to play make up... maybe?&lt;br /&gt;So gonna try them out soon&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfee fetched me that night to sleep over his place and I suddenly have this craving like a pregnant lady to have Satay. So monkey boy boyfee drove all the way to Kajang so that I can have the famous Kajang Satay for supper! Although the journey was rather far.. but it was absolutely worth it...delicious! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yummy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;boyfee. He always says 'OK' when I ask him to drive me to ridiculous places to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Eh peps! Joms hang out there one day okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning feeling very boh liao because boyfee refused to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I had spent 4 hours trying to wake him up but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Dear.. wake up lar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*he flips over*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Please wake up larrrrr... I daym hungry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*he snorts and then flips over the other side.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"WAKE UP LAR... I'm so hungry can die la!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*he mumbles something in Greek and flips over again.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;I tried kicking him. I tried kissing him &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hey! It worked in Sleeping Beauty wutt!!!)&lt;/span&gt;. I tried pinching him. I tried shouting at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to put on some make up! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoRIakQxZdI/AAAAAAAABsg/BMxrjh78XEo/s1600-h/13082009392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoRIakQxZdI/AAAAAAAABsg/BMxrjh78XEo/s400/13082009392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369496276980295122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't had my eye brows pluck/ thread in ages. So please do pardon me for the bushy Amazon. Make up not that obvious in this picture...&lt;br /&gt;But boyfee surely had a heart attack when he woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Eh you put make up for what? Going clubbing ah??!!! Wasting only."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;" I like la."  &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to sleep now! Gotta wake up early for Sue Ann's birthday party at Pavillion tomorrow! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Theme : Blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DORAEMON SUE ANN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. I've gotta dig something blue to wear!&lt;br /&gt;Nights!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-4334516417875097135?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4334516417875097135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=4334516417875097135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4334516417875097135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4334516417875097135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-ups.html' title='Make ups!'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoRIZXs5J1I/AAAAAAAABsQ/trogfukxN7A/s72-c/11082009378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-5419496594740952120</id><published>2009-08-10T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:03:21.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahasa Melayu or Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>It is a great thing your college is located in the heart of the city. Know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because public transportation is so convenient where ever and when ever you go!&lt;br /&gt;KLCC, Mid Valley, Pavillion, Times Square, Sungei Wang, Pyramids... just a step away!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiTingTankie, HenryFlappy and JasonPinky and I went to Times Square to have tea @ Subway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoAXLjGSOhI/AAAAAAAABsI/klhaKcXIX2Q/s1600-h/10082009374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoAXLjGSOhI/AAAAAAAABsI/klhaKcXIX2Q/s400/10082009374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368316242993232402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Nerds from law school.&lt;br /&gt;Huiting is the bookworm, Henry is the gedik guy, Jason is the geek and I look like a nerd.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me : Eh! Jason I can see you leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Jason: Oh yeah!!! (walked closer to the screen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Henry : Eh! We are on TV!!! Faster take picture!! Faster!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HuiTing : ZzZzZZzZzZzZzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry is usual la, very hao lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and ended up in the digital mall where I heard Jason was asking around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;" Do you have the LADIES BOOBS pen drive here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-____-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me quite a while to realise he was actually saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Latest Boost pendrive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daym sweat la ok. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Back to initial point of me posting up this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the 3rd annual MSLS last weekend. A few sensitive issue arised and panel speakers were given the opportunity to enlighten us about it and I shall state my own perspective regarding these issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Should our national language be addressed as Bahasa Melayu or Bahasa Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;Oh c'mon. We have lived, eat, shit and sleep in this motherland of ours speaking a language for hundreds of years and now you can't even decide what to name it!? Ridiculous can? In fact, it shouldn't be a point to argue to begin with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: I won't be quoting what exactly the speakers said simply because I can't remember exact words but I'll try to convey their messages as accurate and similar as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone questioned whether it should be called Bahasa Melayu or Bahasa Malaysia, one of the speaker responded in a manner in such I did not favor. He said that we should call it Bahasa Melayu. Reason behind this is because even in Brunei they speak the Malay language so it is unfair to dominate it as our own Bahasa Malaysia .He also state that even though the Indonesians speak Bahasa Indonesia, it still narrows down from the original roots of the Malay Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me what cock is he talking?&lt;br /&gt;The government emphasized so much on national identity, building multimillion buck high rising towers to gain acknowledgment of the world but too afraid to even proclaim their national language as Bahasa Malaysia because other country speaks the same? Oh c'mon. It is our national language and it should be called BAHASA MALAYSIA! We speak the Malay language here so does that mean Brunei can never claim their national language as Bahasa Brunei? Do we necessaryly have to share the same BAHASA MELAYU with others as our national language? Where is our own Malaysian identity then?&lt;br /&gt;We all know the Indonesian language is relatively the develpoment of the Malay language and so is our national language but why are the Indonesians so proud to adress their language as Bahasa Indonesia and we as Malaysia still struggling to identify the way our own national language should be called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! Urgency.. I've gotta run. Will continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5419496594740952120?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5419496594740952120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5419496594740952120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5419496594740952120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5419496594740952120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/bahasa-melayu-or-malaysia.html' title='Bahasa Melayu or Malaysia?'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SoAXLjGSOhI/AAAAAAAABsI/klhaKcXIX2Q/s72-c/10082009374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-5885669229456346984</id><published>2009-08-10T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:29:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2. Tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sn73NoYA8fI/AAAAAAAABsA/yG9g-yR11Zw/s1600-h/5608_109201992809_716897809_2268726_4686764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sn73NoYA8fI/AAAAAAAABsA/yG9g-yR11Zw/s400/5608_109201992809_716897809_2268726_4686764_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367999619420713458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YB Tan Sri Datuk Tun Dr. Michelle, YB Dato' Hui Ting, Tan Sri Dr. Bryan, Datuk Seri Henry Koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;Us. Pretending to be important people! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to blog about the 2 days event. So I'll post up a picture first!&lt;br /&gt;They were giving out free prizes for lucky draws.&lt;br /&gt;Including 3 two way air tickets by AirAsia to London for 2 person each, Sunway Hotel accomedations, FUCKING 18K PRESIDENTAL SUITE @ NIKKO HOTEL.&lt;br /&gt;Daym fuck la ok.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any of them!&lt;br /&gt;arrgghhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;##@@@!!!??**^^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;!!!!~~)&amp;amp;$#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niamachaocibaisohaikanninatiunyaseng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I got a 2 day 1 night free accomodation at first world hotel @ Genting.&lt;br /&gt;Urm okay la. When I go casion, I'll put up a night there la.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim must have pityed me lor after I donated so much money to his Casino.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Another thing Patty Crabbie pandai pandai crawled out from its box and fell onto the floor and cracked its shell.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid crabbie. Like baby nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiredness overtaking my body.&lt;br /&gt;Nights Bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5885669229456346984?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5885669229456346984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5885669229456346984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5885669229456346984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5885669229456346984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2-tiredness.html' title='Day 2. Tiredness'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sn73NoYA8fI/AAAAAAAABsA/yG9g-yR11Zw/s72-c/5608_109201992809_716897809_2268726_4686764_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-1170174063189003121</id><published>2009-08-09T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:31:15.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from One Utama and had dinner at SS2 Murni where I was supposed to meet up with Henry and his friend. Got to meet boyfee! *teehee*&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my phone ran out of battery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty and Krusty crabbie stayed with their dada over the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;Dada is so lousy he can't take care of them properly!&lt;br /&gt;But all smiles! They are back here with me.&lt;br /&gt;*loves*&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to blog more but I'm not able to do so as I am madly tired.&lt;br /&gt;I see double of everything. My blood level is equivalent to a drunked man's. Tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I attended the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Optima;font-size:100%;color:#943634;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Optima; color: rgb(148, 54, 52);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3rd Malaysian Student Leadership Summit (MSLS)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ Nikko Hotel&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Will update about this event later and a certain point of view of mine regarding the issues of the inconsistency in our education system regardless BM or English as well as a few rebuttable issues on speeches given by the panels of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned! Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-1170174063189003121?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1170174063189003121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=1170174063189003121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1170174063189003121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1170174063189003121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-got-back-from-one-utama-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-7239306958312476359</id><published>2009-08-08T00:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:31:37.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays Full of Rainbow.</title><content type='html'>I ♥ Thursdays!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Know why? Because I don't have to go to class and I get to go outttt!! xD&lt;br /&gt;*WHhhheeeee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...&lt;br /&gt;Henry, the how lian kid wanted to celebrate his birthday so badly although it was a BELATED one. So all 14 of us decided to head to 'KotakHijau'♫ @ Sungei Wang to celebrate his 20th birthday in style- KARAOKE-ing!!!&lt;br /&gt;♫♫♪♫♪♫♫♪♫♪♫♫♪♫♪♫♫♪♫♪♫♫♪♫♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxyzWnrsjI/AAAAAAAABr4/XdvotXwPVq8/s1600-h/6576_110200771761_682436761_2238269_2334466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxyzWnrsjI/AAAAAAAABr4/XdvotXwPVq8/s400/6576_110200771761_682436761_2238269_2334466_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367291082489705010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for his glamorous birthday party was BLACK&amp;amp;WHITE..&lt;br /&gt;So everyone ended up looking like TAHI CICAK at the end of the day.* muahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. It was kinda cool and I wore entirely black to play safe.☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW, this is Henry Koh. The OLD Birthday Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxbOiaCVdI/AAAAAAAABqo/YHwbwjNRy5c/s1600-h/6576_110197481761_682436761_2238240_6885863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxbOiaCVdI/AAAAAAAABqo/YHwbwjNRy5c/s400/6576_110197481761_682436761_2238240_6885863_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367265161231095250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday Bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke session was more like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'screaming-your-stomach-out session.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*seriously!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody was totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KOYAK&lt;/span&gt; but the lyrics were correct larh. wakakaka. More screaming than singing though.&lt;br /&gt;What made me laugh most was when we all sang LOVE GAME by Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... we went 'lalalalallala' all the time coz we kinda fucked the lyrics and only manage to catch hold of the chorus part when suddenly everyone started singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Let's have some fun this beat is sick I wanna take a ride on your disco stick....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that is the like only line we know!!!.. kinda zZZZzZZzZZzzZZzzZzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Me love that line. So kinky! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Snxe_32677I/AAAAAAAABqw/vMbbiBu38Hg/s1600-h/6576_110195621761_682436761_2238193_3787598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Snxe_32677I/AAAAAAAABqw/vMbbiBu38Hg/s400/6576_110195621761_682436761_2238193_3787598_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367269307337863090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxjU1hFxII/AAAAAAAABrg/tUUC_bBJAOI/s1600-h/6576_110195631761_682436761_2238194_788582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxjU1hFxII/AAAAAAAABrg/tUUC_bBJAOI/s400/6576_110195631761_682436761_2238194_788582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367274065533191298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfee, Me, HuiTing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxjVHaMMdI/AAAAAAAABro/tnVHQQaZsCI/s1600-h/6576_110196656761_682436761_2238235_5758216_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxjVHaMMdI/AAAAAAAABro/tnVHQQaZsCI/s400/6576_110196656761_682436761_2238235_5758216_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367274070336090578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Snxh0G7PGfI/AAAAAAAABq4/Fo2dOY85sbk/s1600-h/6576_110195636761_682436761_2238195_5868781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Snxh0G7PGfI/AAAAAAAABq4/Fo2dOY85sbk/s400/6576_110195636761_682436761_2238195_5868781_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367272403758946802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pei Tyng, Si Kiat, Ee Von, Sze Ying, Ke Shin and her boyfee, James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxmYmHEOOI/AAAAAAAABrw/q9998gXY-Wo/s1600-h/6576_110205141761_682436761_2238341_1452698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxmYmHEOOI/AAAAAAAABrw/q9998gXY-Wo/s400/6576_110205141761_682436761_2238341_1452698_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367277428651866338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue Ann Doraemon and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUcUw_fTI/AAAAAAAABpo/ns6uDPh1lzI/s1600-h/6576_110197461761_682436761_2238238_4724635_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUcUw_fTI/AAAAAAAABpo/ns6uDPh1lzI/s400/6576_110197461761_682436761_2238238_4724635_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367257701506055474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top: James            Bottom: Keshin, Si kiat &amp;amp; Hui Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW,&lt;br /&gt;This is Jason Lee.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUq58uo6I/AAAAAAAABqI/jhwp8dt---Q/s1600-h/6576_110206501761_682436761_2238376_325345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUq58uo6I/AAAAAAAABqI/jhwp8dt---Q/s400/6576_110206501761_682436761_2238376_325345_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367257952005563298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is kinda On-The-Way-Trying to date the girl in white.&lt;br /&gt;owhh..C'mon man.. all of us wore black tops! They were the only two wearing white!&lt;br /&gt;Geeezusss. I can't believe they have been going on secret dates too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hey Jason. I know you'll read this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gonna hate me for telling the whole world! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*evil laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUbpe981I/AAAAAAAABpY/Plg7iDdu5z8/s1600-h/6576_110196636761_682436761_2238232_5792469_n+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUbpe981I/AAAAAAAABpY/Plg7iDdu5z8/s400/6576_110196636761_682436761_2238232_5792469_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367257689887732562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this picture man. Jason can jia jia (tipu tipu) control macho summo. So obvious he is trying to hide his smile lor. I bet he must've been shouting for joy and praising the lord for the the holy moment! wakkakakka. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session ended 5 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, Hui Ting, Boyfee and I went over to Envie club for another event.&lt;br /&gt;The party night was the Malaysian Bloggers Evening hosted by Advertlets.com on Thursday 6th August 2009 and held at the Envie Club Lounge in Changkat Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I know nuts about the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But free flows of beers, Vodka and Whisky cocktails and titbits was awesomeeee.&lt;br /&gt;=) *grin from ear to ear*&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was very cheerful, everyone seems to know everyone else, except us. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And the best part was their dance floor!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. SUPER FUCKING LOVELY LIKE CANDY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out.  Definitely the 1st in Malaysia to have such happy looking dance floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUDDWwgKI/AAAAAAAABpA/y6fvStiNxmg/s1600-h/5608_108357112809_716897809_2256013_3924624_n+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUDDWwgKI/AAAAAAAABpA/y6fvStiNxmg/s400/5608_108357112809_716897809_2256013_3924624_n+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367257267335889058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxU389YHiI/AAAAAAAABqQ/8yoQr7vZU6k/s1600-h/06082009367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxU389YHiI/AAAAAAAABqQ/8yoQr7vZU6k/s400/06082009367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258176151887394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfee. Wheee.. I think he looks nice from the side. ONLY from side view.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxVJgE7LvI/AAAAAAAABqg/KiPCguXVex8/s1600-h/5608_108357092809_716897809_2256010_4470793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxVJgE7LvI/AAAAAAAABqg/KiPCguXVex8/s400/5608_108357092809_716897809_2256010_4470793_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367258477636562674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hui Ting and I. The girl got tipsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUCgpiFdI/AAAAAAAABow/ERhAk0w7TLI/s1600-h/5608_108357082809_716897809_2256009_187741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxUCgpiFdI/AAAAAAAABow/ERhAk0w7TLI/s400/5608_108357082809_716897809_2256009_187741_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367257258019395026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfee sipping on his Whisky cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great nice, fun event.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rushes off to clean up room!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7239306958312476359?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7239306958312476359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7239306958312476359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7239306958312476359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7239306958312476359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursdays-full-of-rainbow.html' title='Thursdays Full of Rainbow.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnxyzWnrsjI/AAAAAAAABr4/XdvotXwPVq8/s72-c/6576_110200771761_682436761_2238269_2334466_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7584372666094470076</id><published>2009-08-05T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:07:26.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Patty went missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnhlfjknOGI/AAAAAAAABoA/D1WPTkyz1As/s1600-h/P1250891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnhlfjknOGI/AAAAAAAABoA/D1WPTkyz1As/s400/P1250891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366150548811102306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I is Patty Crabbie and I is Stupid because I went missing today.&lt;br /&gt;I always compete with my best friend Krusty Crabbie to see who can climb out our little temporarily container home first.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously me gave me moomie a heart attack when she couldn't find me when she woke up this morning!!I manage to push open the lid with my strong legs/ arms and escape without leaving a trace in the dark!!&lt;br /&gt;Loser Krusty Crabbie was a baby. He didn't dare to go far and kena caught by moomie in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moomie called Dada up to tell him I was being kidnap but she kena scolding instead.&lt;br /&gt;Poor moomie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moomie was frantically finding for me... she over turned every furniture in the house, flipped every corner of the house desperately finding for me but I hid away!!!&lt;br /&gt;Moomie's fwens in college were shocked to find out that I was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The escape was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped to the ground, I felt like a free crabbie.I spent the whole day exploring the world. God know where I went. There were no road sign, no food, no shelter, no tour guide!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I was in Egypt or in China. The adventure was the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long long walk in the land of nowhere, I felt my tummy grumbling and lost.&lt;br /&gt;I felt I missed moomie and Krusty Crabbie.&lt;br /&gt;So at 11.50pm, I decided to go back home!&lt;br /&gt;I was knocking on the sliding door hoping moomie to notice me and she did!&lt;br /&gt;She picked me up, gave me a spank and then gave me a cold shower before feeding me with a delicious meal!&lt;br /&gt;And I get to hang out with Krusty Crabbie again! (tho he is a lil annoying sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bastard!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he knew the way to get home and it was very amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wouldn't see him again when I couldn't find him!!! *seriously*&lt;br /&gt;Pheewww..&lt;br /&gt;what a miracle..&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried can die lor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ting wants me to bring the both crabbies to college tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cheerrrrsssssss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7584372666094470076?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7584372666094470076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7584372666094470076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7584372666094470076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7584372666094470076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-patty-went-missing.html' title='Stupid Patty went missing'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnhlfjknOGI/AAAAAAAABoA/D1WPTkyz1As/s72-c/P1250891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-4988210574701116266</id><published>2009-08-03T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:13:33.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabbies Patty &amp; Krusty</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I manage to hang out with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Tsing Hsieh along with her baby brother and Jo, picked me up at 8 am for basketball at Sunway Uni college.&lt;br /&gt;I terpaksa drag myself out of bed la since I've already promised to go with them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even play basketball to save my grandmother's life man and tatau what on fakersingham's world I was doing there la.&lt;br /&gt;Last last I ended up running 9 rounds around the basketball court and almost got myself killed.&lt;br /&gt;Breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geezzzuusss!! I want my stamina back!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had God's best gift - BAK KUT TEH for breakfast. Memang failed kao kao la.&lt;br /&gt;I did not work out enough to burn calories to deserve such heaven taste-like meal. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;The sad part was the Bak Kut Teh wasn't exactly up to my definition of heaven-like. It tasted like herbal soup without pork.&lt;br /&gt;Even their 'liong shui' tasted like grass!!!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a cow for a moment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Mooo~Moooo~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfee picked me up the same night to hang out at Hartamas Square where I coincidentally bumped into Hakim and Ziba and Eushen and his chick and somerandomguy.&lt;br /&gt;Slept over at boyfee's place that night.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning shivering because the BLARDY IDIOT sleeping next to me took the entire blanket and pillow for himself!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I have to WWE wrestling with him abit to get back a tiny share of blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@#!!!??#&amp;amp;*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*hmmppffttt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Boyfee and I went to Ikano Power Center! I so have to tell the world this.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking around Pet Safari,&lt;br /&gt;Our initial plan was to get a DOGGIE (since ages ago) but boyfee said we can't afford it just right now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to get a Guinea pig!!&lt;br /&gt;But decided to change my mind coz the awful stench of smell  the moment I stepped into the hamster/guinea pigs/rabbits/mouse area. Holy Christ!!&lt;br /&gt;The place smelled like dead fish + rotten eggs + explosive farts + anything that rhymes with smelly! Superb kenot tahan la ok. The smell prolly can kill more people than the Nuclear bomb!!!&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw fishes which was a no-no for me coz I am terrified by fishes. Slimy and yucky!&lt;br /&gt;Plus fishes only live in tanks. So lame. The gold fishes I saw was on&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 50% discount!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I never knew life fishes also got discount wan can?  Those fishes had fugly looking pimple-looking bubbles&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ALL OVER &lt;/span&gt;their faces.. some to the extend of covering up their eyes!.. daym yuck I tell you. No wonder no one wants them.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLY......&lt;br /&gt;I found something I really like plus it wasn't yucky nor fugly looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;HERMIT CRABS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bucks each summo! Crazyly cheap la I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Boyfee bought 2 of them for me to play with.&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes on these cute little crabbies!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuckingly adorable little pies.&lt;br /&gt;The bigger crabbie's name is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KRUSTY&lt;/span&gt; crabbie and the smaller one is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATTY&lt;/span&gt; crabbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnbuGqBVB0I/AAAAAAAABno/oQ57y1-m_lw/s1600-h/P1250881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnbuGqBVB0I/AAAAAAAABno/oQ57y1-m_lw/s400/P1250881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365737804185012034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crawl all over the place . &gt;.&lt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnbtdPHr0OI/AAAAAAAABnY/CH-l3fCJJtg/s1600-h/P1250883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnbtdPHr0OI/AAAAAAAABnY/CH-l3fCJJtg/s400/P1250883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365737092589277410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live on rice, vegetables, bread, fish food and basically vegetarian stuff.&lt;br /&gt;They can live up to 30-40 years. They are soft shell crabs living inside dead shells. As they grow bigger they'll ditch their small shell to find a bigger shell to live it! Amazing eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I brought it home, mummy shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;" Why you buy spiders for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;" They are CRABS mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Daym geli looking la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the 100th times I told my sister that they were CRABS, she can tell me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" Jie, move your spiders away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;" HELLO?! THEY ARE CRABS OKEH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Don't care, still look like spiders."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they call my babies spiders?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting all emo-nemo adi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Pheww.. such a long post after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 20th BIRTHDAY HENRY KOH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wurve you me pwennnn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-4988210574701116266?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4988210574701116266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=4988210574701116266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4988210574701116266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4988210574701116266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/08/crabbies-patty-krusty.html' title='Crabbies Patty &amp; Krusty'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SnbuGqBVB0I/AAAAAAAABno/oQ57y1-m_lw/s72-c/P1250881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-8005819150332817083</id><published>2009-07-31T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:09:21.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>My driving license is dead.&lt;br /&gt;My weight is over the limit.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fit into my nice clothes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My piggy bank is empty.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is screaming for a new hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;My pimples are erupting like active volcanoes.&lt;br /&gt;My homeworks are piling up taller than Mount Everest.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a horrifying ulcer in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;AND I haven't even watch Harry Potter yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeezusss Christtttt....&lt;br /&gt;The only current positive thing is that I'm still very much alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8005819150332817083?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8005819150332817083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8005819150332817083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8005819150332817083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8005819150332817083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/07/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-5641134664518827240</id><published>2009-07-25T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:53:28.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Smn7jRBdmVI/AAAAAAAABnI/xPfzXgwqd30/s1600-h/Art_26_by_Gilberto_Mattos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Smn7jRBdmVI/AAAAAAAABnI/xPfzXgwqd30/s400/Art_26_by_Gilberto_Mattos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362093414644816210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXIER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXERCISE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXERMATISM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up the last word! haha.&lt;br /&gt;It means automatism sex. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2am in the morning, I am eating hot bacon and laughing over the most hilarious thing I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;It was on MSN and I was chatting with a dickhead friend who is actually quite entertaining to talk to.Well.. the bugger was complaining non-stop about his long term girlfriend still refuses to have sex with him.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.. see or not how terrible guys nowadays are. Trying to con their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun teasing him being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'20 year old virgin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Out of courtesy, I told him&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;" eh, maybe she is doing you good to make sure you go to heaven!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"You know pre-marital sex is a sin right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the best answer ever! I think the on the next election, I'll vote him as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" I believe in god and all those shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But I don't understand why making someone else pleasurable a sin?!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;Daym that was blardy classic man.&lt;br /&gt;He has got a point!&lt;br /&gt;I bet he thinks raping someone is like sacrificing yourself by doing the victim a favor also right?&lt;br /&gt;Holy Grandmother of all apes!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! oh!&lt;br /&gt;Another thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;" So that place got a lot of chickedies?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"har? Chicken dies?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;" No lar! It means hot chick la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;" ooOooOooOoo.. I thought anak ayam mati."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I am daym jakun. But how the should I know it means hot chick?&lt;br /&gt;Not like I use the word also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya papaya, emo nemo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5641134664518827240?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5641134664518827240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5641134664518827240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5641134664518827240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5641134664518827240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/07/xes.html' title='XES'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Smn7jRBdmVI/AAAAAAAABnI/xPfzXgwqd30/s72-c/Art_26_by_Gilberto_Mattos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7381231773001777162</id><published>2009-07-11T14:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:35:30.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back and kicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083474321636834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvCW8OfeI/AAAAAAAABmI/WpP6NQA7J0Y/s400/5333_118268985916_716885916_2949329_3996521_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days after our major-gigantic-biggie deal mock exam, my classmates and I packed our bag and hit the road for a budget getaway trip to the Island of Redang!&lt;br /&gt;Shakira tag Robyn along while I brought boyfee and a few others brought along friends their boyfee too!&lt;br /&gt;20 young and kickin' people boarded a midnight doubledecker bus.. suffered through 6 hours of bumpy roads and the freezing cold aircond with sleepless night only to find ourselves being thrown on the quiet streets of Terengganu at dawn. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't too long till we had breakfast and then continue the journey to the island on a speed boat. Service wasn't first class I must admit but it was rather well off.&lt;br /&gt;Johnson brought along his guitar while Jason brought his Sony-SLR for picture takings!&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;I must admit these J people are so prepared for the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, after a drowsy boat ride we finally saw land ahead of us! As we got closer, the deep blue see became more beautiful, water was clear as crystal and everyone (I'm sure) was jumping with joy! The feeling of sleepiness and tiredness just evaporate into thin air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083469202996626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvCD32PZI/AAAAAAAABmA/vd_HlQNMwOs/s400/5333_118268965916_716885916_2949326_7366452_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we only paid RM406 for the entire trip, we really weren't expecting much from the service but how wrong I was! The room was perfectly decent although the lack of TV (which was not missed terribly)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip was just full of snorkeling, sun bathing, soaking in the beach, playing captain ball.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that surprises me most is the food served! I had stayed in Berjaya Resort previously and I'd say that Redang Reef (the one was stayed in) is deffo better than Berjaya!&lt;br /&gt;Food was so much better.. SERIOUSLY! Al tho redang reef only serve normal local food but it tasted great! Able to have dinner as we watch the sunset was the best.. something I didn't experience at Berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083786781691218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvUi8gjVI/AAAAAAAABmg/xO8m312Jmaw/s400/5696_96464866761_682436761_2036704_1319975_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, some of them were stuck singing karaoke while Shakira,Robyn, boyfee and I hit the club by the beach! (the rest of my friends clubbed the other night. They were too excited!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Clubbing by the beach is just AWESOMEEEEE. It beats two hands down clubbing in any club in KL I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Stereo blast, bare footed,hot DJ and great friends just made it simply fun!&lt;br /&gt;I just had the time of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snorkeling was fun too! The fishes and this gigantic 8 feet long eel we saw and little sharks were first hand experience! We even spotted jellyfish and I got so paranoid that I jumped up the boat immediately!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083779494510434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvUHzG_2I/AAAAAAAABmQ/8ljCZH46I5k/s400/5570_93216112643_585497643_1960607_2677869_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083467381145922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvB9FfAUI/AAAAAAAABl4/43Ieth49Jjk/s400/5333_118268955916_716885916_2949324_7763369_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083459812651906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvBg5A84I/AAAAAAAABlw/6AWNL_TLdnY/s400/5333_118268910916_716885916_2949317_7080325_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083459468702674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvBfnAs9I/AAAAAAAABlo/c94Fl1rkNtA/s400/5333_118268830916_716885916_2949304_5529826_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;A few of my crazy friends even woke up at 5 am to watch sunrise and I slept like a pig through out and am contented to see only pictures of the sunrise they took! =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083796376523410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvVGsGEpI/AAAAAAAABmw/ruYQWiXP3Rg/s400/5696_96472886761_682436761_2036788_1509420_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083792802512962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvU5X_AEI/AAAAAAAABmo/pyN-ZecqWmU/s400/5696_96473371761_682436761_2036793_1622889_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd day was our day to say good bye to the Island. Jason called it 'paradise on earth' and I totally agree! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357084288624527522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvxwdKiKI/AAAAAAAABm4/iW0ogDhc02E/s400/5696_96474841761_682436761_2036823_7479638_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the mainland, we manage to walk a bit around Terengganu town. Bought keropok lekors and stuff. And we had seafood dinner before boarding the last bus to head back to the concrete jungle of KL.&lt;br /&gt;So many memories we left on that island, so much fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in years to come, we will turn back and smile over the treasure we had collected through out the journey.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so glad everyone had fun during the trip I planned. I was so afraid everything won't work out but surprisingly it turned out better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;Must have been the company that we had that lighten up the atmosphere!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083781825516354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvUQe3U0I/AAAAAAAABmY/YSMkIOPaYn4/s400/5570_93216292643_585497643_1960638_64897_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of future Lawyers are the craziest bunch of people after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7381231773001777162?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7381231773001777162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7381231773001777162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7381231773001777162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7381231773001777162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-and-kicking-3-days-after-our.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SlgvCW8OfeI/AAAAAAAABmI/WpP6NQA7J0Y/s72-c/5333_118268985916_716885916_2949329_3996521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-2312935895615045096</id><published>2009-05-18T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:26:15.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind speaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/ShF50rVuJPI/AAAAAAAABk4/Mm0Gqo0a6MU/s1600-h/SL370768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337180979304735986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/ShF50rVuJPI/AAAAAAAABk4/Mm0Gqo0a6MU/s400/SL370768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me in Redang last year. Thinner and fitter.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm fat and flabby.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M ORGANIZING A CLASS TRIP TO REDANG FOR MY CLASS TRIP NEXT MONTH!!! wheee.. I hope it works out well la.&lt;br /&gt;*prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Angels and Demons at Times Square with my college mates! The movie was great/ excellent and the story line was so unpredictable (okay lor.. I didn't read the book. Lazy people.).. I don't understand why they screened such awesome show in such a small cinema? We had no choice because the cinema was bloody full and 6 of us except Eric went and sat at the stairs on the floor! Better view tho very uncomfortable..MUST GO WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about how I feel soon, when I feel that I'm ready to announce to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I still cry myself to sleep. I had to keep my mind occupied so that I won't drift back into my own thoughts and drown myself. I try to go out as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not stop loving, I just didn't want to be in this abusive relationship anymore.&lt;br /&gt;More like I forced myself to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I hurt myself intentionally to save myself from eternal suffering.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I smile because I try to be happy. I say I'm okay because I know everything is not.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-2312935895615045096?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2312935895615045096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=2312935895615045096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2312935895615045096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2312935895615045096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-speaks.html' title='mind speaks.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/ShF50rVuJPI/AAAAAAAABk4/Mm0Gqo0a6MU/s72-c/SL370768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-1254300961007046681</id><published>2009-05-17T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:49:24.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamed a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yt-IBJpEMzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yt-IBJpEMzA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very bad in expression my feelings. I think this song explains best about how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-1254300961007046681?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1254300961007046681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=1254300961007046681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1254300961007046681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1254300961007046681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dreamed-dream.html' title='I dreamed a dream.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-9208354160441333090</id><published>2009-05-12T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:03:30.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sgl58BC79BI/AAAAAAAABko/Npnv2c_SfE4/s1600-h/mitch+steph++yan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334929305576928274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sgl58BC79BI/AAAAAAAABko/Npnv2c_SfE4/s400/mitch+steph++yan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Yan, Me, Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've known them for 14 years!! daym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no class today.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie called me this morning to ask me to be her model for her makeup class.&lt;br /&gt;A person who knows zero about makeups and almost NEVER apply make up in her life and thinks she is allergic to makeups, I was jumping excitedly like a little monkey.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  A bit the jakun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The environment in her classroom is so different from our usual boring-lame-serious looking class. There were people learning makeups, doing dummies hair and some learning to do accessories out of beads! How I wish my class room was so fun! In my class, all we do is DEBATE DEBATE and MORE DEBATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Stephanie spent almost 3 hours doing my makeup. I couldn't stand sitting down so long and started to feel restless and started complaining..&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps! we had fun..&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type more.&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-9208354160441333090?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/9208354160441333090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=9208354160441333090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/9208354160441333090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/9208354160441333090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/yan-me-stephanie-ive-known-them-for-14.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sgl58BC79BI/AAAAAAAABko/Npnv2c_SfE4/s72-c/mitch+steph++yan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-2756305122606735188</id><published>2009-05-09T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:43:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*hearts*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SgR6HZfuHSI/AAAAAAAABkg/hiFk7cvoATo/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333522126235114786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SgR6HZfuHSI/AAAAAAAABkg/hiFk7cvoATo/s400/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so full of myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so hungry right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too broke to order McDonalds, too lazy to drive to mamak, too scared to cook something because the kitchen is infested by lizards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5 more hours till the sun rises and off I go to the historical land of Malacca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to topic, Mother's day is this Sunday. I have Na-da ya-da for mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So as I was walking into class this morning, Johnson stopped me to ask me what am I getting my mom for mother's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My answer was ," oh.. dunno." Brilliant. He asked for my opinion on what should he get for his mom. I suggested a few normal predictable stuff ie: Dinner, diamond ring (can buy for mom also wut), a nice dress or a handbag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I think my ideas were quite helpful, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But Johnson rejected all my suggestion and went on saying that he is planning to get her a stove for Mother's day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" That is the most unromantic present ever okay!" I told him. But he insisted him mom needed one. And I just agreed la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awwww... Look Johnson, if u were my son, I'll smack you in your face so hard you'll forget your own name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet again, his stove idea is better than me la. I'm getting a "DUNNO" for my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Failed. -______-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The weather for the past few days just horrible.. I should start frying eggs on the road la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. tired. Need to sleep. Nights! so aimless la this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-2756305122606735188?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2756305122606735188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=2756305122606735188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2756305122606735188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2756305122606735188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hearts.html' title='*hearts*'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SgR6HZfuHSI/AAAAAAAABkg/hiFk7cvoATo/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-350915063886402054</id><published>2009-05-06T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:57:22.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion.</title><content type='html'>We were discussing a few cases in class today IE : transsexual marriages and abortions.&lt;br /&gt;Should they be allowed or not in this modern society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ABORTION was the only topic that kept me thinking the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;I'd admit that previously I was a strong believer of pro-abortion. But the more I think about it, the more I realise how shallow minded I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"An abortion is the termination of a pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; by the removal or expulsion from the uterus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of a fetus or an embryo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, resulting in or caused by its death." - wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332723063022988162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SgGjXzEEq4I/AAAAAAAABkY/qep9ouoFgUM/s400/800px-Human_fetus_10_weeks_-_therapeutic_abortion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of a 10 week old (2 and a half month old) fetus being remove from its mother to protect from threatening her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we all know, abortion is morally and legally wrong in Malaysia. But why is it legal is some other countries?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Generally, the word fetus is from the Latin fetus, meaning offspring, bringing forth, hatching of young The fetal stage begins about eight weeks after fertilization.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point, all major structures, including hands, feet, head, brain, and other organs are present, but they will continue to grow, develop, and become more functional. It has begun to form into a human being. Therefor no debate shall be brought upon on whether aborting a fetus amounts to killing another human being because a life and soul is already present. It is sinful and we are aware of that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is aborting an embryo amounts to killing another life? The question is, is an embryo even a human to begin with? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pro-choicer may admit that genetically and scientifically an embryo is a human, but they will then argue that they do not yet have “person hood” so it is ok to kill them. Does it mean it is not wrong to abort a embryo as long as it doesn't resemble a human?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had always believed that a living human have real physical appearance, an embryo however, is just a cell nothing resemblance to a human. The Christian, who believes that a person is both a physical body and a soul, may believe that person hood is not physical. They may be able to believe that an embryo, although scientifically human, is not a person because they do not have a soul. But this is a rather poor judgement as we have no idea when the soul is imparted into the body, can never prove any view on this. Should we or not MUST stick with the science that says life starts from conception? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where on earth did the idea come from that you can be “human” but not a “person", really? what is the deference?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe, the judgement on an abortion should or not be done is more often based on emotion - people have had an abortion or know someone who had an abortion, wants to believe that that was okay, and come up with philosophical or religious reasons to justify their position.They tend to avoid accepting the fact that the mistake they have done is a sin to make themselves feel better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why live in a lie knowing it will hunt you for the rest of your life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I strongly stand by abortion should be allowed under few circumstances. A rape victim should be given the choice to abort the unwanted child. But what if a girl becomes an unwed mom and her partner refuses to take the responsibility? Forcing her to keep the child will only ruin the mother and child's life altogether if the mother is not physically and metally ready. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abortion should be a choice done by the mother of the unborn child, not the authority or the society. But again, the young people will then take advantage of this knowing that if anything goes wrong, abortion will be the sole exit from trouble. It will then promotes premarital sex which is the dark side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my conclusion is, abortion should not be legalize but at the same time the law should not be so rigid and more flexible. I would say abortion should be allowed to those who are under the age of majority but serious consideration should be taken for those who are above the legal age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay.. I can't believe I typed out a so intellectual post. (okay la.. I quoted a few.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-350915063886402054?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/350915063886402054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=350915063886402054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/350915063886402054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/350915063886402054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/abortion.html' title='Abortion.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SgGjXzEEq4I/AAAAAAAABkY/qep9ouoFgUM/s72-c/800px-Human_fetus_10_weeks_-_therapeutic_abortion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7858545198088443415</id><published>2009-05-06T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:43:53.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SgB1-O-GvOI/AAAAAAAABkQ/nBmsaw3PHgM/s1600-h/2922_70171702990_715047990_1657386_1322787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332391670837591266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SgB1-O-GvOI/AAAAAAAABkQ/nBmsaw3PHgM/s400/2922_70171702990_715047990_1657386_1322787_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Euphoria.MOS.&lt;br /&gt;Altho I've swear not to step foot in that terrible club but yet I did. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I think that place is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice ok. Everyone wanted to go there lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like a total ugly duckling standing right next to a Chinese porcelain skin girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is Stephanie. I've known her for 14 years! LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't put on makeups.. Na-da..Not even to clubs! I mean.. Vern was right.. what is the point of putting so much makeup in a club? The place is so dark you can hardly see your own toes let alone ur makeup! Plus when you get so carried away dancing, you sweat, your makeup gets smudge. and it makes you look like Joker in Batman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin LuXian came and put up a night at my place on Saturday. Went for Dim sum breakfast with her, lil brat and boyfee on Sunday morning. I got ready in my long cotton maxi halter neck dress and suddenly my whole entire breed started commenting on my dressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lil brat : " Eh? why are you wearing like you are going for prom?"&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:" Siao ah? where got people wear like that for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IT IS A FUCKING 300 BUCKS COTTON DRESS ALRIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one on god's green earth wears a cotton dress to prom OK. *or do they?* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whats wrong with wearing such a lovely dress on a Sunday morning to have breakfast? You tell me it is inappropriate? I find it very laid back and not over dressed at all with a pair of flip flops! Sunday is the perfect day to play dress up! It is so embarrassing when your entire family is lack of one thing -&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FASHION SENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it pissed me off badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to start a world war III with mummy so I slipped into a pair of shorts and a top and went for breakfast as planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've finally watch Wolverine. AWESOME movie especially the part where Logan jumped out of the tank naked!!! Lord, he is so fine... People, I know the movie has leaked out before it even hit the cinemas, but hey! support the original movie. Say no to pirated DVDs man. Don't be such a cheapskate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is something unrelated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just got a farewell invitation from Prashant Nayar.. *sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh..How time flies.. Next time if I were to receive a message in my inbox on FB, its gonna be his invitation to his wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is leaving for India soon.. Hope to see everyone who are still around in Malaysia at Bar Club at his farewell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder why am I blogging? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer : Because I can't access to poker on FB right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God, Please let me play poker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I should take pictures of my new classmates and post them up here. SOON! They are such cute bunch of people.. really..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta run! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bald guys are extremely turn ons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7858545198088443415?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7858545198088443415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7858545198088443415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7858545198088443415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7858545198088443415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/05/poker-face.html' title='Poker face.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SgB1-O-GvOI/AAAAAAAABkQ/nBmsaw3PHgM/s72-c/2922_70171702990_715047990_1657386_1322787_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7193500190957316568</id><published>2009-04-23T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:35:23.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of nothing.</title><content type='html'>I always have something against &lt;strong&gt;mini skirt&lt;/strong&gt; looking girls clad in &lt;strong&gt;skimpy mini tops&lt;/strong&gt; who walks in their stupid &lt;strong&gt;kitten heels&lt;/strong&gt; with a face full of 10 inches thick &lt;em&gt;tak jadi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;makeup&lt;/strong&gt; walking in a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so allergic to them. *sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;And don't make me start talking about the colour coordinations man.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd!! someone save me eyes from burning hell.&lt;br /&gt; Where are your fashion sense people?! Accidentally flushed them down the toilet bowl?&lt;br /&gt;I'd excuse you if you were hitting a club...but a mall? Nah-ah.&lt;br /&gt;And the worse of all.. if u were to come across a bunch of people and you will notice that they all dress a like!!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this scenario do not appear in the KL area but only to be seen in Sunway and PJ area.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just saying it in general anyways.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Get a style people. Dress appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Boyfee is from the PJ area and there I was insulting the whole town and defending the KL area I came from. And now I manage to pull boyfee over to the dark side because whenever he sees a girl wearing miniskirt, mini top, kitten heels.. he'll go automatically " PJ GIRLS!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me      :  ' Dear, I think right.. Im like the city mouse and you are the country mouse.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Boyfee: ' No.. I'm the city mouse!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me      : ' NO! I LIVE NEARER TO KLCC! I'M CITY MOUSE!' I defended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Boyfee: ' Okok. Like this la... If I'm City (Siti) mouse.. Then you are Aminah mouse. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. This is the lamest shit ever. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7193500190957316568?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7193500190957316568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7193500190957316568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7193500190957316568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7193500190957316568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sense-of-nothing.html' title='Sense of nothing.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-8348998316427857342</id><published>2009-04-17T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:20:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Everyday's day.</title><content type='html'>Picture from Tsing Hsieh and Swee Ling's  20th birthday dinner!&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for the treat birthday girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeaps. Just so in case you missed the photo in Jolene's blog.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfee has to always embarrass me by acting like a total dumb ass retard in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sehk44z26HI/AAAAAAAABjg/hYU11j438cM/s1600-h/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325617487850956914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sehk44z26HI/AAAAAAAABjg/hYU11j438cM/s400/IMG_1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Top row L-R: Lam, Swee ling, Jolene, Tinish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bottom row L-R : Leon, Boyfee, Me, Tsing Hsieh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I set foot into the car, Daddy gave me the most cynical remark ever EVER in Napoleon war history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Daddy: Wahh.. Your classes very long hours wan ah? From yesterday until today.. Busy huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me : -_________-" No lar.. Yesterday no class also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Daddy: No class also never come back home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me : Watch movie mah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Daddy: Wah.. Very long movie ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolls my eyes and shut up. Gosh.. Is he allergic to me or something?&lt;br /&gt;DOES HE KNOW THAT BECAUSE OF HIS PHONE CALL LAST NIGHT CAUSING MY PHONE TO HANG AND I HAD TO REMOVE MY ENTIRE DAZZLE ON MY PHONE JUST SO I COULD TAKE OUT THE BATTERY TO SHUT DOWN MY PHONE?? HUH? HUH?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my poor phone is baju-less.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out with boyfee to catch a movie at One Utama yesterday. Initially was to watch 'Friday The 13th' but boyfee being so kiamsiap decided to watch something before 6p.m in order to purchase tickets at student price. So we picked 'He's Just Not That Into You' because someone told me it was nice. Truth to be told, the movie sucks cock!&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour in the movie we both decided to walk out and sneak into the other cinema room to watch 'Friday The 13th'.&lt;br /&gt;And it was all worth it! The movie was simply gruesomely awesome! (tee-hee. it rhymes.)&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! oh!&lt;br /&gt;Little brat aka my annoying little sister is away for the weekend in some jungle.. I hope she doesn't come back speaking like a chimpanzee.&lt;br /&gt;I finally can have the whole computer by myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;Okeh! Poker time.&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8348998316427857342?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8348998316427857342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8348998316427857342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8348998316427857342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8348998316427857342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/everydays-day.html' title='♥ Everyday&apos;s day.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/Sehk44z26HI/AAAAAAAABjg/hYU11j438cM/s72-c/IMG_1798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-8010399627204170522</id><published>2009-04-16T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:33:43.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*yawn* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed up the whole night playing poker on facebook and lousily lost all my chips. *Hmpftt*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at 4a.m I decided to do something more happy and productive.. like making something for boyfee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taa-daaa.. bimbaba ba~.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325170941340870482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SebOwdba51I/AAAAAAAABjY/ab7_bdM-7mc/s400/P1240733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look.I'm not showing off how loving of a girlfriend I am. *seriously*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just showing off my artwork! Very how lian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kekeke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to scribble on what I wrote because it is so gross that you would rather die than to see another day light if you read it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8010399627204170522?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8010399627204170522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8010399627204170522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8010399627204170522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8010399627204170522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn-i-stayed-up-whole-night-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SebOwdba51I/AAAAAAAABjY/ab7_bdM-7mc/s72-c/P1240733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-1231235385907706351</id><published>2009-04-12T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:02:23.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New house!</title><content type='html'>A dead non-existing blog like mine can cause controversies. Pwooarrrr..&lt;br /&gt;I strongly suspect this person 'passerby/passing by'  is someone close to us. Or else how on holy cow world would he/she knows that KJ is a holy person..&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe KJ is being mock for being holy.. Hmpft. This person thinks he/she is GOD la is it?  Now it is starting to piss me off. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hey passerby! why don't you tell a monk to shave his pubic too if you&lt;br /&gt;think you are so great?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gawd! I just pray hard this passerby will keep passing on and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pass away&lt;/span&gt; soon&lt;/em&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;So pathetic until have to stalk people's blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go have sex or something la. More pleasurable.&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha. Oh wait. You don't know how to have sex right? I forgot. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SLUTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have sex.&lt;br /&gt;Your mama is a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SLUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too because she fucked and then YOU poped out!? Godness gracious! Does that mean that 'passerby' is a Child of a slut!!! MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Out Loud people!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing so loud I almost threw my entire stomach out! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Eiyer. dowan so mean la.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story..&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures from our first visit to Tsing Hsieh's beautiful new house!&lt;br /&gt;Ta-paoed nasi lemak to have breakfast with Boyfee, Jojo and Tsing Hsieh at her new place..&lt;br /&gt;We were so busy gossiping / bitching / talking/ yakking.. until Boyfee fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748463784213890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBBXljvYI/AAAAAAAABiQ/n_N_KlzrYo4/s400/P1050934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started doing what we do best. Camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBk_h9A-I/AAAAAAAABjQ/DNXG1_WaRJw/s1600-h/P1050922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323749075801932770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBk_h9A-I/AAAAAAAABjQ/DNXG1_WaRJw/s400/P1050922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me. Tsing Hsieh. Jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBkfAGpMI/AAAAAAAABjI/i0E2S7lPInw/s1600-h/P1050939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323749067070022850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBkfAGpMI/AAAAAAAABjI/i0E2S7lPInw/s400/P1050939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBkdwxO7I/AAAAAAAABjA/kN88NgXPFLk/s1600-h/P1050940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323749066737269682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBkdwxO7I/AAAAAAAABjA/kN88NgXPFLk/s400/P1050940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boss. Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBkGFp39I/AAAAAAAABi4/6gCaElUo7rk/s1600-h/P1050941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323749060382416850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBkGFp39I/AAAAAAAABi4/6gCaElUo7rk/s400/P1050941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Tsing Hsieh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBCW_ERvI/AAAAAAAABiw/GMY_gHie19M/s1600-h/P1050933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748480802637554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBCW_ERvI/AAAAAAAABiw/GMY_gHie19M/s400/P1050933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tsing Hsieh and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBCIlVg0I/AAAAAAAABio/ZOVX--LXwwk/s1600-h/P1050938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748476936618818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBCIlVg0I/AAAAAAAABio/ZOVX--LXwwk/s400/P1050938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture the most! Like in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBB0mdVQI/AAAAAAAABig/NIWBdO79XuQ/s1600-h/P1050932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748471572616450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBB0mdVQI/AAAAAAAABig/NIWBdO79XuQ/s400/P1050932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBBqD5-7I/AAAAAAAABiY/l6sh8wixUqE/s1600-h/P1050931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748468743338930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBBqD5-7I/AAAAAAAABiY/l6sh8wixUqE/s400/P1050931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeap. We are 15 year olds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all those nonsense went and had banana leave rice for lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-1231235385907706351?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1231235385907706351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=1231235385907706351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1231235385907706351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1231235385907706351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-house.html' title='New house!'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SeHBBXljvYI/AAAAAAAABiQ/n_N_KlzrYo4/s72-c/P1050934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-8141111474312974102</id><published>2009-04-09T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:43:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love</title><content type='html'>Surprise Surprise..&lt;br /&gt;"passerby" just never fails to entertain me. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all calling me slut. HmmMmmMmm. I'll take that as a compliment because all my life I've been dying for someone to call me that and no one I know did.. *pathetic.. I know right?* hahaha.. Secondly, no one I know would visit my blog so often and even bother to fork out energy to leave a comment on my chatter box because my blog is literally DEAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daym.. this "passerby" person is making me feel like I'm XiaXue! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to know someone reads you blog and get provoked by it.. A compliment I must admit.. Oh well.. I've gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;No time for stupid passerby who don't even dare to expose him/her self prolly because he/she has this fucking ugly face that his/her mom would be too shameful to even admit him/her as her child! awww.. what a pity..wakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta make time for poker&lt;br /&gt;peace out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8141111474312974102?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8141111474312974102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8141111474312974102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8141111474312974102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8141111474312974102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-love.html' title='with love'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-208569677543278157</id><published>2009-04-06T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:23:28.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMdJozLzI/AAAAAAAABiI/0WEpdf9zXNM/s1600-h/Dear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMdJozLzI/AAAAAAAABiI/0WEpdf9zXNM/s400/Dear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321579604634447666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMcz6abCI/AAAAAAAABiA/F1lD1n7D1iY/s1600-h/Dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMcz6abCI/AAAAAAAABiA/F1lD1n7D1iY/s400/Dc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321579598802742306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMcjiaq0I/AAAAAAAABh4/F7SIHkN6rBg/s1600-h/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMcjiaq0I/AAAAAAAABh4/F7SIHkN6rBg/s400/Baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321579594407127874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMcJ6hZ6I/AAAAAAAABhw/3B7EGHpgxqk/s1600-h/MITCH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMcJ6hZ6I/AAAAAAAABhw/3B7EGHpgxqk/s400/MITCH.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321579587528910754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GOGGGGGGGSOK..IM GONNA THROW FIT SOON!!!! IM BLOGGING WION MY PHONE...I DONT KNOW WHATS FUCKING WRONG WITH IT- BUT IVE TRIED EVERYTHING IN THIS HOLY WORLD AND FUCKING TRIED TO UPLOAD THESE FEW PATHETIC PICTURES  5T TIMES N A AND IT TTOK ME BOUT AN HOUR!! B/LARDY HELL,...A BITCHOK-SEE- IVE GOT ALL THESE ERRORS AND I CANT SEE+M TO CORRECT THEM!BITCH OF THE CENTURY! FUCLK! PROFANITY---- ARGGHHH..BUT LUCKILY THESE FDEWPICTURES OF ADORABLE BOYFEE HIDING UNDER THE BLANKIE TRYING TO READ A BOOK!! SO CUTE! BUT HOPEFULLY HEESNT SEES IT LOR- HE'lL KILL ME FOR EXPOSING SUCH 'ADORABLE'PICTURES OF HIM..P/S: HE DOESNT LIKRE THESE PICTURERS BECAUSE HIS PIMPLES ARE BEING EXPOSED WITHOUT SHAME- WAKAKAKA.. GOD MY BOYFRIEND SIS SO CUTE- I HAVE TO TELL THE WORLD! LOL DOFINILFINALLY-- A POST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-208569677543278157?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/208569677543278157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=208569677543278157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/208569677543278157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/208569677543278157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SdoMdJozLzI/AAAAAAAABiI/0WEpdf9zXNM/s72-c/Dear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-2340177051186323765</id><published>2009-03-01T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:54:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One word.</title><content type='html'>I packed my stuff, ran away from home for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was a break.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm back home again. Was cleaning up my room this morning only to find myself throwing half of the stuff I had in my room away. Yes, I am a garbage collector. Heh! Gosh.. My room was so dusty I tell you! I was sneezing continuously 15 times nonstop until I couldn't feel my nose anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsing Hsieh is finally back from the States! Can't wait to see her again..&lt;br /&gt;Ginrami is our new favorite pass time. June, Jolene, Vern and I (sometimes boyfee and Marcus too) are religious followers of this blardy addictive game. Very costly entertainment too because I keep losing money!!! gah!&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to get a puppy. Yorkshire Terrier. The more specific breed that I want to get.&lt;br /&gt;God, please let me have one soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I've been dying to go on a holiday.To the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;arrgghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm daym bored now can die.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried everything.. from watching Tv to reading a book to listening to music.. I'm still bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-2340177051186323765?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2340177051186323765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=2340177051186323765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2340177051186323765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2340177051186323765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-word.html' title='One word.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-7159792990037787406</id><published>2009-02-12T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:36:54.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>I was uber tired last night that I  went to bed at 8 p.m right after dinner. How not to grow fatter you tell me? Woke up at 1 a.m after being alert by a message ringtone. Unknowingly I fell back to sleep.. Constantly drifting in and out of sleep the whole night through. And finally woke up at 7.30 this morning! As I sat in the toilet with my hand claps over my head, my body bending over, I began to think hard... " We finally broke off. " I felt a slight sting in my heart. I insisted we go our own ways. I was very reluctant to let go, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;He was a great guy, he loved me like no one ever did, he gave me all he had, he was almost perfect. Only one thing the couldn't change - his temper. His temper made him disrespect me, not only as a girlfriend, but also as a human being. Hurting me mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;I was just so sick of apologies. Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I knew he tried to change, of me, for us. But sometimes if it is his nature and upbringing that molds him into who he is today, it is almost impossible to change.&lt;br /&gt;After a long 2 years...&lt;br /&gt;no hope, no love. no glory. No happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm alright la. Still very strong so far. Been enjoying life alot! Everyone seemed so supportive. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Will keep everyone update!&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7159792990037787406?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7159792990037787406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7159792990037787406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7159792990037787406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7159792990037787406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/02/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-2979867018467398669</id><published>2009-01-17T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:17:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>painkiller please.</title><content type='html'>I'm down with a terrible flu.. a bit of fever-ish..&lt;br /&gt;Was having a convo with Ash via MSN and I was all excited asking him wether he has gotten used to the environment and weather in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" Hey michelle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Hey Ashhhh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I'm down with a flu. =( "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"WTH! Its fucking -4 degrees here and YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;HAVING A COLD THERE?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" I know right... its fucking 26 degrees here.. *sigh*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;-____________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daym failed la. Always time time like this la I will get sick. ESPECIALLY during my major exams and CHINESE NEW YEAR.. even kena TOTO also not so lucky I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the flu and fever, I'm also PMS-ing and suffering from a major world crisis -period cramps. One more thing, my pimples have been popping out like nobody's business. And today I found one on my neck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soraya : " eh how come your pimple can suddenly pop out at your neck?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : " Face no more space already so they menerokai the neck la. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man. But it is daym Farking Fugly.&lt;br /&gt;Arrggghhh.. so stressed! I've got papers on Monday and I'm not even studying!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-2979867018467398669?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2979867018467398669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=2979867018467398669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2979867018467398669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2979867018467398669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/painkiller-please.html' title='painkiller please.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-3974774071080071519</id><published>2009-01-08T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:12:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie is goodie. random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SWXb43GHAmI/AAAAAAAABd8/gQQNJMQYoQI/s1600-h/Image(112).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288875107325248098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SWXb43GHAmI/AAAAAAAABd8/gQQNJMQYoQI/s400/Image(112).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year with a new hope, faith and a brand new begining.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing great.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of gymming and gaining much weight, loads of late night supper and fast food, much dedicated to my part time job. Yeap, thats pretty much how I hit off my new year!&lt;br /&gt;My birthday last December was boring. I forgo my Christmas and New year's Day by working to earn extra mullars. As I grow older, I realise that those occassion are just excuses for human mankind to party harder. The next day you wake up with a terrible hangover, you'll realise that things are like any other ordinary day. Welcome back to reality baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend has been treating me like a baby lately. Then we started talking baby languages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;" Baby, now you can OohOoh (sleep) already."&lt;/span&gt; said boyfriend as he tuck me to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" WHAT?!"&lt;/span&gt; as I went lost for a moment trying to understand those stoneage languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if my relationship is normal or what. &lt;strong&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My finals are just around the corner. My first paper starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be done with my A-Levels.. HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you updated. Tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-3974774071080071519?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3974774071080071519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=3974774071080071519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3974774071080071519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3974774071080071519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/newbie-is-goodie-random.html' title='Newbie is goodie. random.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SWXb43GHAmI/AAAAAAAABd8/gQQNJMQYoQI/s72-c/Image(112).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-3115692227931292208</id><published>2008-11-27T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:24:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closed chapter,</title><content type='html'>I felt like everything that happened the for past 3 weeks was like a bad dream. A nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;A person who stepped into my life and taught me about love just walked off after creating a massive havoc to my life. Weird to think if it because it feels like he doesn't even exist in the first place. I'm not blamming him, it was my fault because I coulnd't make up my mind. I ruined it myself because I wanted best from both worlds. Then again, he must have probably be an angel sent by heaven. His existance made the other person realised how much the person used to take me for granted. I guess the saying "you never know what you've lost until its gone." is true.&lt;br /&gt; Now, I've found someone who loves me more than ever, but yet reluctantly let go someone who would be a great lover but not worth loving.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than grateful to be with who I am now. I learn to appriciate things he is doing to change to be a better person. Everything happens for a reason. In my case, a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is back to pretty normal. I've gotten back my gym membership and my freedom to start back working. I have my ever suppostive friends with me and my darling boyfriend. =)&lt;br /&gt;I've closed the chapter and started a whole new one making sure I don't do any nistakes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-3115692227931292208?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3115692227931292208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=3115692227931292208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3115692227931292208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3115692227931292208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/closed-chapter.html' title='closed chapter,'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-6259295634626741145</id><published>2008-11-02T06:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:01:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SQzereF_N1I/AAAAAAAABd0/cmcp2dYodbo/s1600-h/n517513586_1067483_6849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263826902883186514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SQzereF_N1I/AAAAAAAABd0/cmcp2dYodbo/s320/n517513586_1067483_6849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-6259295634626741145?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6259295634626741145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=6259295634626741145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6259295634626741145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6259295634626741145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-fell-in-love-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SQzereF_N1I/AAAAAAAABd0/cmcp2dYodbo/s72-c/n517513586_1067483_6849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-3323491182553659507</id><published>2008-10-20T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:16:57.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My blog is dead. I so know right! *rolls eye*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was just wondering if I should shut down this blog and start a new one all over again. Hurmmsss.. But then I'm too lazy to re-register every shit again. bah-gah-boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to give CPR to my blog and make it come back to life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate it when it rains. LIKE EVERYDAY! Walan eh.. worse than having period ok. I was freezing in class today after I had to walk like a gazillion kilometers in the rain to get over to my class which is like on the other end of the world. I ended up being soaking wet and fucking cold! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My nails turned purple and my brain was too frozen to think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me. : " Look at my nails! They've&lt;br /&gt;turned purple. I'm fucking cold."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Grace : " eiyerrr.. looks like a dead person's&lt;br /&gt;fingers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-________-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I swear I wasn't lying. I was supposed to go gym with Shakira but my plans got a bit tergendala when I decided to tarik Vin to teman me to have McDonalds!! yay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I had to take the stupid LRT back and I was stuck in a train packed with smelly armpits and I swear I only dare to inhale like 3 times through out the whole journey back. No kidding!!! Everytime I breath I either smell bad armpits or stinky feets. Yucks man. I think fart smells better lor can or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can I say something random?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PUKIAMK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tata. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-3323491182553659507?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3323491182553659507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=3323491182553659507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3323491182553659507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3323491182553659507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-life.html' title='back to life.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-8909377473650731988</id><published>2008-10-15T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:10:39.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was too god damn lazy to blog. Simply because I didn't had the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;The past week was hell of a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I went to class everyday. Chilled at MOS on Thursday night. Swimming  with Juney. Gymming almost everyday. Worked like crap.Drove all the way to PJ oldtown on a God damn Saturday morning to have Bak Kut Teh breakfast with Jolene, Juney, Vern and Tsing. Manage to ber-cendol with Choo, Acap, Nayar, Vern and Juney on a rainy day. Went eyebrow threading with Jolene in Bangsar. Attended accounting tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I missed Deena's open house and Sahil's pool party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww.. tiring sial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8909377473650731988?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8909377473650731988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8909377473650731988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8909377473650731988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8909377473650731988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-too-god-damn-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-5293654140156422595</id><published>2008-10-04T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:33:10.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOZlG2aEFMI/AAAAAAAABds/LwZ4G5A1BwM/s1600-h/Image(051).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252997183732716738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOZlG2aEFMI/AAAAAAAABds/LwZ4G5A1BwM/s320/Image(051).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im a big big girl&lt;br /&gt;In a big big world&lt;br /&gt;Its not a big big thing if you leave me&lt;br /&gt;But I do do feel that&lt;br /&gt;I too too will miss you much&lt;br /&gt;Miss you much...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5293654140156422595?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5293654140156422595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5293654140156422595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5293654140156422595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5293654140156422595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-big-big-girl-in-big-big-world-its.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOZlG2aEFMI/AAAAAAAABds/LwZ4G5A1BwM/s72-c/Image(051).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-2355252209785414367</id><published>2008-10-02T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:48:07.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) I love them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT7MwWhClI/AAAAAAAABdk/xnD28YjZTP0/s1600-h/IMG_1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT7MwWhClI/AAAAAAAABdk/xnD28YjZTP0/s320/IMG_1224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252599261977184850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Birthday party for September Babies at KenJon's. (Finally got the pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Belated birthday to the September babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a great time seeing all of them again. Them and their lame jokes just never change since agestone high school!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The food was super yummy and the wine was great! The chocolate cake was deffo my fav! Jelly was refreshing. Bottom line, everything was more than awesome! Thanks guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579441019784306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpLBiBDHI/AAAAAAAABbc/ekTsFCASV28/s320/IMG_1177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579439867632658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpK9PUnBI/AAAAAAAABbU/QLJUav3Ilpo/s320/IMG_1163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579438186986882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpK2-n_YI/AAAAAAAABbM/arQsZXspSzY/s320/IMG_1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swee &lt;3&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could fall so much in love like them. Unfortunately LOVE just didn't manage to get me but SADNESS did. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In my chapter of life, we loved like it was forever but live the rest of ours lives but not together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252579432890830882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpKjP7ECI/AAAAAAAABbE/oaEmEf6VgG0/s320/IMG_1159.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Another lovebirds. Kevin and Charmine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252591725816161810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT0WF9tphI/AAAAAAAABdM/XM9GE5Ux7QM/s320/IMG_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Super hao lian kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT1XGruykI/AAAAAAAABdc/r2BysVe2asY/s1600-h/IMG_1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252592842700671554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT1XGruykI/AAAAAAAABdc/r2BysVe2asY/s320/IMG_1218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tsing Hsieh, Me, Jolene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT0V5rl_8I/AAAAAAAABdE/zvgLdluyRA8/s1600-h/IMG_1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252591722518937538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT0V5rl_8I/AAAAAAAABdE/zvgLdluyRA8/s320/IMG_1235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swee swee and I&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252580069142855074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpvleOfaI/AAAAAAAABbk/7fM0yLKrRVQ/s320/IMG_1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The chef aka gayboy Alvin who goes to the gay gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx8__D8UI/AAAAAAAABcc/Q2evFE6HnqU/s1600-h/IMG_1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252589095691219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx8__D8UI/AAAAAAAABcc/Q2evFE6HnqU/s320/IMG_1211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx9RUEcVI/AAAAAAAABck/whaH5qOUxvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252589100342735186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx9RUEcVI/AAAAAAAABck/whaH5qOUxvQ/s320/IMG_1215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My muke daym out la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx9ntaIYI/AAAAAAAABcs/qbTOFuNqCvY/s1600-h/IMG_1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252589106354594178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx9ntaIYI/AAAAAAAABcs/qbTOFuNqCvY/s320/IMG_1216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The chicks and the chicker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx-NvjLsI/AAAAAAAABc0/3rowPw9lvA0/s1600-h/IMG_1219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252589116564123330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx-NvjLsI/AAAAAAAABc0/3rowPw9lvA0/s320/IMG_1219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys were supposed to act like bapoks and girls were supposed to posed like gedik chicks. Quite fail lor because they turned out looking retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx-X4zMQI/AAAAAAAABc8/_NwZTWVZuSo/s1600-h/IMG_1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252589119287275778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTx-X4zMQI/AAAAAAAABc8/_NwZTWVZuSo/s320/IMG_1223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jo kissed me. Yea, she is my new girlfriend. HEH! Be jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTtAc_nw3I/AAAAAAAABcM/c8NS-dkOcC8/s1600-h/IMG_1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252583657459663730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTtAc_nw3I/AAAAAAAABcM/c8NS-dkOcC8/s320/IMG_1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTtAj4KseI/AAAAAAAABcU/_WY05tv38aI/s1600-h/IMG_1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252583659307446754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTtAj4KseI/AAAAAAAABcU/_WY05tv38aI/s320/IMG_1189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252580072133698162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpvwnTInI/AAAAAAAABbs/9MITwBRxDZw/s320/IMG_1244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me! Me! Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpwKqE0CI/AAAAAAAABb0/WJcLs2v-nKs/s1600-h/IMG_1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252580079124664354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpwKqE0CI/AAAAAAAABb0/WJcLs2v-nKs/s320/IMG_1247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jolene! Super cute pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252580080593331618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOTpwQIO5aI/AAAAAAAABb8/NpvjAV96Dzw/s320/IMG_1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Leon. I like the colour of his hair tho everyone else said he looks like a DVD seller. LOL! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252592836382119202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT1WvJRVSI/AAAAAAAABdU/bHdPLjlbCoE/s320/IMG_1217.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A group picture of us all. We grew up to be more crazier. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-2355252209785414367?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2355252209785414367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=2355252209785414367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2355252209785414367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2355252209785414367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-them.html' title='=) I love them'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOT7MwWhClI/AAAAAAAABdk/xnD28YjZTP0/s72-c/IMG_1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-22716376533514858</id><published>2008-09-30T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:25:39.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no eye see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOGUYVmA3yI/AAAAAAAABaM/TaJL2lTUQAY/s1600-h/P1220358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251641786325065506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOGUYVmA3yI/AAAAAAAABaM/TaJL2lTUQAY/s320/P1220358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm back on track! Okay, so not exactly on track.. but yea, you get what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Few days ago I attended a party inconjunction for all the September babies at Ken Jon's place. I was hoping to cilok pictures for those who brought cameras after they've blogged about it but sadly NO ONE HAS BLOGGED ABOUT IT YET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;%*!!??*&amp;amp;$#?!$#@???!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh people, faster blog about it can or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hari Raya falls on tomorrow. The suckiest part is that I have to work. I think I wanna quit working soon. Yea i know right..I'm getting malas-er and malas-er each day. So malas that I came to the extand of not going gym for centuries. I can feel the soggy disgusting oily slimy fats building in me again and guess what? I've got no guilty feeling against it at all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOooOooOOooOooOOOooOOoo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was at One Utama yesterday when I saw flocks of school kids flooding the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Eh look, holiday started already all the monkeys come out." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. I super hate going to malls full with school kids lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is like they wear as if they are gonna go clubbing and they girls think they are so pretty can die dot com in slutty clothes with no sense of fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is like they just grabbed anything they see on the way out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the guys think they are Brat Pitt but sadly the closes they can get to is a stinky arm pitt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S:: I don't think this senario aplies to Melawatians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look. I'll blog about something more interesting later. My brain jammed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tata~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-22716376533514858?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/22716376533514858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=22716376533514858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/22716376533514858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/22716376533514858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-eye-see.html' title='no eye see.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SOGUYVmA3yI/AAAAAAAABaM/TaJL2lTUQAY/s72-c/P1220358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7100042535516071735</id><published>2008-09-21T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:21:39.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hard to hold yourself in a piece.. because it is more than just broken.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to say I'm totally alright, then I must be lying.&lt;br /&gt;Something is not right, I just can't tell what. Nothing is ever the same again. I tried so hard, only to be broken once again.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I don't dare to tell anyone how terrible I really  feel, because I am afraid to see their reaction. They'll tell me how stupid I am to chose this path again.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is not my fault. But why do I have to suffer the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7100042535516071735?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7100042535516071735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7100042535516071735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7100042535516071735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7100042535516071735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-to-hold-yourself-in-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-1295237852093058991</id><published>2008-09-12T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:10:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dragged myself out of Hakim's car and gave him a goodbye kiss at 4 in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Headed to MOS that night. Both of us were equally exhausted by the time we got home. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really like the concept of this club where smokers are not allowed and it is a smoke-free club. At least my hair won't smell bad by the time I got home. hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just lurve the place! Prolly my favorite club at the moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But sigh.. a bit too far from my place lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hung out with Zen and his bunch of friends while Hakim hung out with Eushen and his friends and Phraveen chilled with his machas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm only posting these few pictures that I think I can show to the public. The rest are too fugly la. hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMp2vEZqOAI/AAAAAAAABZ0/axIAY3B1gXE/s1600-h/DSC04774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135267033659394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMp2vEZqOAI/AAAAAAAABZ0/axIAY3B1gXE/s320/DSC04774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sly and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMp2veLBecI/AAAAAAAABZ8/qvx09ZmurBI/s1600-h/DSC04777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135273951590850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMp2veLBecI/AAAAAAAABZ8/qvx09ZmurBI/s320/DSC04777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zen and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMp2vgmePnI/AAAAAAAABaE/R-nqQt8V5Cc/s1600-h/DSC04783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245135274603593330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMp2vgmePnI/AAAAAAAABaE/R-nqQt8V5Cc/s320/DSC04783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rest of his friends weren't in the picture. gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gotta run. tired. nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-1295237852093058991?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1295237852093058991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=1295237852093058991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1295237852093058991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1295237852093058991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMp2vEZqOAI/AAAAAAAABZ0/axIAY3B1gXE/s72-c/DSC04774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7204890797614091097</id><published>2008-09-09T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:33:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The moment I thought my whole world collapsed, I was so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things turned the other way round instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone around me showed how much they cared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They were always there for me just that I didn't realise because I used to take things for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have friends to let me sleep over when I feel alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have friends who are willing to bring me out the whole day to keep me company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have friends to tell me I made the right choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have friends who were so supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have friends who calls me at night to talk to me till both of us fall asleep. I have friends to cheer me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have friends to tell me everything is going to be alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have friends who make me smile. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a cousin who knows exactly how I feel because she is going through the same shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have everything I thought I didn't have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love them all!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silly billy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so over it. I didn't expect myself to recover completely so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;To my cousin lu-xian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Darl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I know it is a hard time for you. It is hard to move on because you have gotten to attached. Try looking into the outside world. People go through the same thing as u do, I strongly think you should let go. Just let go something that is not worth your time. You gave everything, your heart, soul and life but he gave you nothing back in return except for a deep cut that pierces through your innocent, fragile heart. If he is worth your time, he wouldn't even treat you like this in the 1st place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Its gonna hurt but it will eventually heals too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7204890797614091097?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7204890797614091097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7204890797614091097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7204890797614091097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7204890797614091097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-8709848906420411857</id><published>2008-09-08T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:30:03.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMSxkIwaMfI/AAAAAAAABZk/qL8N4Hk2wC8/s1600-h/lost_by_esotericminds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243511100550033906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMSxkIwaMfI/AAAAAAAABZk/qL8N4Hk2wC8/s320/lost_by_esotericminds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment he confessed the truth that he is seeing someone else, I didn't feel a thing. My heart was so numb but my body was trembling horribly. Maybe the truth just haven't sink in yet. Everything was so well planned. I felt stupid for not noticing all along.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't sleep alone that night. At 3a.m in the morning I drove over to June's place so that I have her to accompany me to bed. The conversation on the phone with him rewinds non-stop by itself in my head like a recorder. It was the last thing I think about when I go to bed and the first thing when I wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am like a prisoner to myself. I lock myself up in a corner and I can't seem to find my way out. I feel lost. Sometimes I feel tired. Tired of pretending that I am alright. But at the end of the day, I will  collapse on my bed, crying myself to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It hurts. The feeling is so terrible.  I don't mind breaking up but I don't like going through the feeling of being cheated on. I don't understand how can you stop loving a person in just one night? How can you love two person equally a lot? How could you do this to me? Don't you even care how I feel? What happened to all the promises you made?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care when I love you so much?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how it feels like loving someone who is in the rush to throw you away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know that your heart has changed? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So many questions in my head with no answers. Nil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It made me felt like I'm just another forgotten girl in the fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;You were so selfish..just so selfish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMSxkQtt_qI/AAAAAAAABZs/SReqepkRcUY/s1600-h/th_heart5au2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243511102686232226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMSxkQtt_qI/AAAAAAAABZs/SReqepkRcUY/s320/th_heart5au2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8709848906420411857?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8709848906420411857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8709848906420411857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8709848906420411857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8709848906420411857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-fairytale.html' title='Just another fairytale.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMSxkIwaMfI/AAAAAAAABZk/qL8N4Hk2wC8/s72-c/lost_by_esotericminds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-8047735240193735008</id><published>2008-09-08T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:20:20.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage baybeh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMQGregyPaI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rz_7ay2pdVQ/s1600-h/P1220055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243323210160815522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMQGregyPaI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rz_7ay2pdVQ/s320/P1220055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've gone vintage crazzyyyy baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got this new obsession with vintage. No but seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon I'm gonna get myself of cat-eyes glasses and O M G, so very the glamour. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from Hartamas after a farewell party. The moment I got down from the car, every one's eye ball almost fell off their socket when they saw me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kekkekke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Michelle! Why are you dressed up like that? So old school!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yalor, she never dressed up like that before! So not her!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" She is always wearing something revealing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"errrkkk.. Bulan puasa mah. So must pakai alim abit."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kekekekeke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. I just so LOVE LOVE LOVE vintage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More vintage shopping soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahhh.. my eyes are burning. Gotta take my lens off. tata~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8047735240193735008?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8047735240193735008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8047735240193735008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8047735240193735008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8047735240193735008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/vintage-baybeh.html' title='Vintage baybeh!'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SMQGregyPaI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rz_7ay2pdVQ/s72-c/P1220055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-6070916649310756924</id><published>2008-09-04T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:50:30.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SL7HzpTxK9I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZwGPeK_kBXY/s1600-h/Image(053).jpgdewqw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241846706381859794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SL7HzpTxK9I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZwGPeK_kBXY/s320/Image(053).jpgdewqw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is not the best looking guy around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not the most sensitive guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But definitely the fattest boy in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for those who constantly reading my blog  will surely know how much we've went through. Ups and downs that people wouldn't even believe me if I were to tell them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From blueblacks till blood stains, and how often I used to blog about how terrible I felt, whinning and complaining how dissapointed I was being treated the way I didn't deserve to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People around me going behind my back telling each other how silly I am to stay and hold on to the realationship that is destroying me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I keep going back to the same mistake I've done. Stupid I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But HEY! At least I'm not pretending my relationship was like a bed of roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm gald everything has changed now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the better of course. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too nice until I take things for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Good, you have changed him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" No I didn't. He changed himself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" He changed for you, look what true love can do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;".... haha.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been a long tiring journey. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-6070916649310756924?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6070916649310756924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=6070916649310756924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6070916649310756924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6070916649310756924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/09/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SL7HzpTxK9I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZwGPeK_kBXY/s72-c/Image(053).jpgdewqw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7966625466314873548</id><published>2008-08-30T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:40:40.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullcarp.</title><content type='html'>Independence Day is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I have got work. Uwakkkkkk.. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Independence day, the next day is Hari Raya puasa.&lt;br /&gt;How cool!&lt;br /&gt;After a big hoo-hah at the club shaking your booties and drinking alcoholic drink during the countdown for Merdeka, And then suddenly the clock strikes 12 midnight and you decide to go back home and start fasting.&lt;br /&gt;Walan eh... Very the hypocrite loh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240147804021932850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLi-qg1FQzI/AAAAAAAAA_A/A-LawvdOi00/s320/SL370897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during our trip to Redang we manage to tour around Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;Charted a mini van that drove us around and here is once of the funniest picture of me ever in history. Me clad in a jubah and tudung in a mosque.&lt;br /&gt;Kua kua kua.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLi-q80LWFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/j-nV5vL7jh4/s1600-h/SL370896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240147811534329938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLi-q80LWFI/AAAAAAAAA_I/j-nV5vL7jh4/s320/SL370896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLi-rOQUkvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Mxz2PBJEqsY/s1600-h/SL370894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240147816215778034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLi-rOQUkvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Mxz2PBJEqsY/s320/SL370894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Closed up. ( L-R: Me, Xue Min, Tsing Hsieh,Amreet)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tsk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look like a kampong malay girl who works in the paddy field.&lt;br /&gt;too much nonsense. I have got nothing to blog about really. So decided to come up with some random nonsense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working time! Tata~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7966625466314873548?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7966625466314873548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7966625466314873548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7966625466314873548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7966625466314873548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/bullcarp.html' title='Bullcarp.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLi-qg1FQzI/AAAAAAAAA_A/A-LawvdOi00/s72-c/SL370897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-550657691368861885</id><published>2008-08-26T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:50:53.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLOVgRXTxfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HickBaPmEoE/s1600-h/Experiences_above_model_by_photoport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238695173211538930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLOVgRXTxfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HickBaPmEoE/s320/Experiences_above_model_by_photoport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans, in general are very judgmental and selfish species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With their evil heartless critisim, they frame the innocence in a box,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;refusing to let her out to share a piece of her thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selfishness, the only thing that keeps them right all the time while every step she take is a sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sinful that they wouldn't think twice to discriminate her from the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans tend to judge a book by its cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the cover of a book really matters even if the content is as terrible as rotten eggs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because she sinned once, humans forsee that she shall sin forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfair ain't it to be judged that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because you committ your sins in a dark alley where eyes can't see and ears can't hear doesn't mean you are as pure as the first drop of dew in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you have sinned but yet put on a mask and pretend that you are as innocent as anything, happily joining the human species throwing stones at the helpless sinners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-550657691368861885?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/550657691368861885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=550657691368861885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/550657691368861885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/550657691368861885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/humans-in-general-are-very-judgmental.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLOVgRXTxfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HickBaPmEoE/s72-c/Experiences_above_model_by_photoport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-2571396976202968886</id><published>2008-08-25T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:57:51.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of wales Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm finally back from Penang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly, the trip wasn't as fun as I expected it to turn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It rained from the day we started our journey right up to the day we left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is frustrating, really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sky was constantly gloomy and how I hate it when the rain drops blurred the view of the car's windscreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boyfriend drove us all and was constantly complaining how mommie only let him drive at the maximum speed of 80 km/hour. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stopped at Ipoh's town to catch up with my uncle and ate at some coffee shop. Reached Seberang Perai at 6 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At night we headed for our usual seafood restaurant for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The black pepper crab was defo my all time favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291572649532546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLImboGynII/AAAAAAAAA-A/kujI41wDh54/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291579103147858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLImcAJc91I/AAAAAAAAA-I/qdmiEFwqW3g/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had breakfast and went to pay my grandpa's grave a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't been there ever since I attended the funeral in 1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pwooarrr.. That is like12 years ago sial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291600121033346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLImdOcgcoI/AAAAAAAAA-g/qTMyRgptTqY/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLInH5as0gI/AAAAAAAAA-o/g6wH_2TXN1g/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292333210685954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLInH5as0gI/AAAAAAAAA-o/g6wH_2TXN1g/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLInIA0zspI/AAAAAAAAA-w/CUPvyxbi6UQ/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292335199236754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLInIA0zspI/AAAAAAAAA-w/CUPvyxbi6UQ/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just couldn't help but to post this cute little picture of my niece praying! so cuteeee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291591286909186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLImctiSaQI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/pdT7lvyQEh4/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My late grandpa's grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the afternoon, boyfriend and I drove to Penang Island to have some alone time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must say I'm very impressed with their QueensBay mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is like the second Midvalley!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With brands like forever21, Topshop, Diva, MNG and all it was like heaven if only I had the money. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We manage to catch a movie in the cinema- "don't mess with Zohan".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At night, the both of us wanted to go over to the famous Gurney Drive for some local food. And pukimak betul! We spend more than an hour searching our ass off for the place! Road signs were confusing and all the road looked almost the same! Gosh.. it was just terrible. I think we could have died of hunger if boyfriend didn't find the place earlier. It is just stupid to get lost in an island as small as a fucking peanut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And guess what? The food there weren't as great as it used to be long ago. Plus they over charge the price of everything, taking advantage of the customers knowing that they are not local people. A small plate of fried oyster with egg cost 6 bucks with only 6 pathetic little oyster in it is a bit too much lor. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM NOT GOING BACK THERE ANYMORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. too bad for them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238291587351691458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLImce4DwMI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ziMPNO2HtDk/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;lil brat with my nieces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ate breakfast with boyfriend at some small coffee shop in my grandma's kampung. FOOD WAS BLARDY CHEAP I tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A bowl of Jawa mee cost merely RM 2.40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pwoarrrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A big bowl of prawn mee only cost RM 2.70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Double pwoaarrrrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. That is sibeh cheap can or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the afternoon, packed our stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And zoomed back home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-2571396976202968886?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2571396976202968886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=2571396976202968886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2571396976202968886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/2571396976202968886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/prince-of-wales-island.html' title='Prince of wales Island'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLImboGynII/AAAAAAAAA-A/kujI41wDh54/s72-c/DSC00541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-8773354764960553715</id><published>2008-08-24T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:12:18.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SWEET 15th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; PIG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLF5CtCTzsI/AAAAAAAAA94/sJwtWj6etQ0/s1600-h/Image317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238100928964579010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLF5CtCTzsI/AAAAAAAAA94/sJwtWj6etQ0/s320/Image317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FYI, This is lil brat. a.k.a Pig. The greatest poser in history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is my one and only little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She turns 15 today and mommie still thinks she is 12 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8773354764960553715?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8773354764960553715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8773354764960553715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8773354764960553715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8773354764960553715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/h-p-p-y-sweet-15th-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SLF5CtCTzsI/AAAAAAAAA94/sJwtWj6etQ0/s72-c/Image317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-8177044541030868914</id><published>2008-08-18T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:45:43.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unglam-ness.</title><content type='html'>I'm having my lunch while typing this and just a quick post before I rush off to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend met an accident a week ago and his car was giving him some problems and couldn't take it out. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;So I, the-super-born-cool-multitasking-girlfriend *cough* had to play the dick's role and brought him out for supper right after work.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly he threw me the question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Dear, I think I wanna go back on scooter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" WHAT?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Scooter... you know.. I'll rule the road again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"KIMAK! No no no no no!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" So if I ride a bike you won't ride with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"No, if superbike then I'll ride along!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I'm not saying riding a bike is unglam. I'm not being materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;It is just that...&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to my glamourous hair! Have to hide it under the smelly helmet. gah!&lt;br /&gt;Plus.. motorbike no air-cond okay. Only got hot-cond.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want sweaty smelly armpits by the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Yucks....&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all.. I don't wanna look like a cik Minah Rempit.&lt;br /&gt;Swt -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend and I made Sushi yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;And he is driving mommie, lil brat and I back to Penang this Thursday!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta rush off.&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8177044541030868914?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8177044541030868914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8177044541030868914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8177044541030868914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8177044541030868914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/unglam-ness.html' title='unglam-ness.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-6846251793698476432</id><published>2008-08-14T09:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:08:16.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys are bitches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SKOJ1czsm9I/AAAAAAAAA9o/b-X2QPgYGHU/s1600-h/Image(040).jpgewe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234178743293746130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SKOJ1czsm9I/AAAAAAAAA9o/b-X2QPgYGHU/s320/Image(040).jpgewe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SKOJcemEjyI/AAAAAAAAA9g/mpy3Mg1O_zo/s1600-h/Image(040).jpgewe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for not been updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Juney is the only person on earth who still reads my blog because she is always reminding me to update my rusted-fungus-growing blog. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week had been a bumble-bee-zzzyyy week.&lt;br /&gt;With my holiday just started and long working hours. I think I can die.&lt;br /&gt;Bad things have been happening lately, prolly because it is the month of the Hungry Ghost Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen an accident occurred right in front of my holy eyes while I was driving home. All I did was cover my ears with my hands and shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" OH MY GAWD!!!" and felt my body tremble for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh. That was the best I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home, I called the boyfriend to tell him what happened and instead he told me he was involved in an accident and was at the police station. I didn't believe him at first because he is always pulling my legs whenever I tell him something serious! -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daym suay sial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I know on the other hand.. are having problems with their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine was dumped by her boyfriend of three years because he had found someone new. She came to work crying and I felt my heart aching. She is in her mid twenties and had the intention to settle down with him. She gave up doing everything he doesn't like, including nightlife, wearing clothes that are not exposing ( eg: No shorts, miniskirts, sleeveless or low-cut tops. etc.) She gave everything she had, her virginity, soul, heart and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the end of the day, he just chuck her aways like a piece of dirt after all she has done. What wrong did she do in the first place to deserve being cheated on like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friend who broke up with her boyfriend because he couldn't accept her for who she is. She tried to change but he still wasn't happy. And every time I ask her, she firmly admitted it was all her fault. From my point of view, I don't think it was entirely her fault and she should not be treated this way. But again, I don't know the other side of the story and I am no one to judge. What is not meant to be, will not be, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she doesn't want to let the relationship go because she had gave everything she had. Something so precious that even money nor time can buy back. A guy has to understand how much it is worth or else they will take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how 20 year old Casey Aldridge could cheat on his 17 year-old wife, Jamie Lynn Spears while she was busy being pregnant with his child.&lt;br /&gt;He was sleeping around with a 28 year old bitch while Jamie Lynn was pregnant. Why? His batang so itchy that he can't even wait for another couple of months and had to find a substitute a.k.a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;Look, his face is so fugly that I wouldn't even wanna get a kilometer close to.&lt;br /&gt;He has got a cute wife and doesn't even know how to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even know how to wrap up his batang properly and wants to sleep with other women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234191134415801586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SKOVGtVaTPI/AAAAAAAAA9w/5WfNI4vkqqg/s320/13760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. gtg. will bitch later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay. So guys are totally useless. Except for their batang and their ability to make babies. Other than that, I think they are pretty much useless. Really.I don't even understand why we need them in our lives. You can cry till your eye balls falls out and yet he doesn't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm speaking this in general. So don't la get too emo-ish touchy and hate me because I'm pretty.. wakakaka. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good guys are hard to find. Jerks are all over the place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry if you get offended.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-6846251793698476432?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6846251793698476432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=6846251793698476432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6846251793698476432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6846251793698476432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-be-back.html' title='Guys are bitches.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SKOJ1czsm9I/AAAAAAAAA9o/b-X2QPgYGHU/s72-c/Image(040).jpgewe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-3969084894232412776</id><published>2008-08-04T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:50:52.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat ass drowns people with her fats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just few hours after meeting boyfriend at Bangsar, the bugger called me at 2 in the morning complaining that he is hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being the ever-so-loving &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cough*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;girlfriend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;drove all the way to the other end of the world to take him out for supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. Tell me which girlfriend will actually do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got home at 5 in the morning and had only 3 hours of sleep before I had to rush for college again like a crazy woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I woke up with a set of horrible panda eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celine told me someone said that my life is full of drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here is another drama that happened in college today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While waiting for my next class, I wondered around college &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and finally decided to hit the library to use the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One guy stood up and walked away from his computer desk as I quickly sat down at the vacant spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our college has this system of writing down our names every hour before being allowed to excess the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I played by the rules. Went and wrote my name but only to find out that all the boxes were filled up with name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Urm.. No more space to write my name. How?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;" It is okay. Just go and use it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I was happily using my computer checking out my ancient,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; dusty, rotten facebook account, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;suddenly there was this fucking fat bitch who thinks she is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came barking like a mad bitch in the Zoo at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; *puik*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reason why is because her stupid asshole boyfriend couldn't use the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just wanna bitch more about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So she has this fucking ugly face as if a lorry just smashed into her face and had to cover up by putting 10 inches of make up to make her look erk.. like a dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She is so fucking fat but yet wore a pair of fucking tight jeans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with a super small t-shirt that she probably stole from the children departmental store at Reject Shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The amount of fats around her waist were bulging out so much enough to drown everyone around her with her gazillion gallon of fats!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm kidding you not!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;" Eh. You are suppose to let him use first. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(pointed with her fucking fat-wrinkled-stunted finger at the fugly bf of hers) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Why? I came here first."&lt;/span&gt; I replied politely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;" But he wrote his name in FIRST!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" I went and write my name but the man told me to use the computer as writing my name down wasn't needed since there was an empty slot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;" BUT HE WROTE HIS NAME FIRST.. BLA BLA BLA.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* Note: I purposely put her font in some shit ass fugly green colour because I think it suits her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay.. So I wasn't exactly listening because I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; couldn't really understand what the dog was trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; to say with her dog language lah plus I wasn't interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could see she was boiling with anger, gonna erupt anytime soon as her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shrunk-almost falling off-balls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;boyfriend tried to cool her off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I couldn't help it but to put on a small laugh looking at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; getting pissed as if someone stole her bak kut teh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Look, I would have let him use the computer if only you were nicer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone turned and look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the bitch finally learned to shut her fucking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chicken backside mouth instantly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pwooarrrrr.. So effective!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't want to act childish and fight with her over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a stupid computer as if I don't have one at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just plain stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yea..maybe she is so poor that she couldn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;afford a mouse let alone a computer at home and the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;only way is conquer the ones in the library with her goddamn fat ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;poor girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what her mother has done in her past life to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;deserve a daughter like her. Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay I'm so tired of bitching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gotta rest so that I can bitch more tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nytes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah oh. I hope she falls into a shit hole where she originated from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-3969084894232412776?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3969084894232412776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=3969084894232412776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3969084894232412776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3969084894232412776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/fat-ass-drowns-people-with-her-fats.html' title='Fat ass drowns people with her fats.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-5248982321858599364</id><published>2008-08-04T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:22.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is what you gave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SJXq5FUM6MI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/1m5Gu_xumIw/s1600-h/Image03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230344808661051586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SJXq5FUM6MI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/1m5Gu_xumIw/s400/Image03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes-za. I can finally stick my tongue out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before this I can't even move my ever-so-swollen fat tongue wokeys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wheeee.. And I hate to agree that the spects make me look like Ugly Betty without braces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;-______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, it is 1.33 am and I'm still holding my eyeballs in my hands blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had work today. A tiring but yet fun one. We gossiped about everything in the world. From various sex positions to stories about how she slept with her friend's boyfriend to cute guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah. Like a group teraphy while we kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boyfriend came during my break time to accompany me and waited for 3 more hours till my work ended. After dinner, he accompanied me to the gym and sat there patiently for an hour while I worked out. Poor baby, he was having a bad headache but yet sat there all alone just to keep me company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm sorry I said those mean things to you. You did&lt;br /&gt;so much and maybe I was asking too much. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay.. too mushie mushie jor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sowie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah.After work out, went to have dinner at Pelita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their kuah campur is daym fucking nice okay!!! Stim sial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daym fail la. After gym terus makan all those super duper fattening food. Summo eating at 10 pm leh!!!! Daym fail la. How to lose weight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon enough I'll turn into a big  fat round ball and my boobs will be so huge it will just drown everyone around me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yada. papaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sooooooo. yeaps. thats about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5248982321858599364?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5248982321858599364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5248982321858599364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5248982321858599364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5248982321858599364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-what-you-gave.html' title='Love is what you gave.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SJXq5FUM6MI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/1m5Gu_xumIw/s72-c/Image03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-3401850687555013971</id><published>2008-08-02T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:22.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dine in hell bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got back from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn a lot of drama happened at work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of the shop at Bangsar Village II got robbed. 3 robbers sneaked into the shop's store room and manage to get away with 3 hand phones, and 650 bucks in cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While they rob, there was another guy who was in a blue beaten-up, dirty looking Wira was waiting for them. And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They fucking parked at the fucking Valet area!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't siao siao. He paid 20 bucks as investment to park there so that they can escape easily. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daym farking blardy stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 people in this robbery mission. Only manage to get away with 3 hand phones and 650 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, if they were to sell off those phones, the most they can get out of this is approximately 500 bucks. That is IF they are lucky enough to get a good buyer who offers such high price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Total robbery = 1150 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Minus 20 bucks for the stupid valet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Balance 1130 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Minus petrol, maklumlah, petrol dah naik harga mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They would prolly left with 1100 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Divided by 4 people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Each person will only get 275 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*roll eyes like crazy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Holy mutha farker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go through all the hustle bustle of all these nonsense just to get 275 bucks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOW man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chillax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd rather suggest them to sell their ass holes off and they might earn more plus additional pleasure up their G-spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait. I think beggers can beg more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is just plain stupid la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;niama betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story : If you want to rob, Please rob a bank. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You don't wanna waste your time in hell for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Picture time!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celine took pictures of us during our accounting class with everyone posing with my shades as we were superb bored. Smart ass Celine didn't include her own face. BAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SJSHI0r6SLI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/wFYbXUF9ZnQ/s1600-h/ACC+CLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229953652935510194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SJSHI0r6SLI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/wFYbXUF9ZnQ/s400/ACC+CLASS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st row : Josh, Alison, Vin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2nd row : Me, my shades, Jillian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3rd row : Iskandar, Kimmie, Eu shen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; And yes, only 9 of us in accounting class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and oh! oh! I ate rice for the first time after one whole week of porridge and porridge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-3401850687555013971?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3401850687555013971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=3401850687555013971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3401850687555013971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3401850687555013971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/08/exhausted.html' title='Dine in hell bitches!'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SJSHI0r6SLI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/wFYbXUF9ZnQ/s72-c/ACC+CLASS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-4936491045986464393</id><published>2008-07-29T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:24.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An addiction of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with the girls yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anusha, Juney, Tsing Hsieh, Jo Lene and I got together for tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I felt happy seeing them again. As if I found my old self again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452485048257570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SI8x1WhPTCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/45pMlVFrHU0/s400/Image(032).jpgwe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love going college on Tuesday! Because classes seems to end quick on this particular day. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During our Statistic class, Amanda suddenly popped the question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Eh! How come you know how to do this question?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;" Because I use my brain to think." &lt;/span&gt;I replied dryly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Are you saying I'm not using my brain?"&lt;/span&gt; She answered with a cold tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woppss.. I think she got offended! Sowie babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously.. how am I suppose to answer her question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is like asking, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" Hey! Why do you have a dick?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And what are you suppose to answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;" Because I've got two extra lonely balls who needs the company of the almighty dick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L-A-M-E-ooOooOOoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After college, boyfriend came to fetch me up and went over to TTDI to have my lunch. PORRIDGE was the only existing food I can eat without much pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we headed to The Curve/Ikano/IKEA/Cineleisure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We cam whore in the car and he got too excited and made me the photographer to take gazillion pictures of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bah. Like pondan je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228455284893175026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SI80YUwSTPI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Cw516AW9g0A/s400/Image(045).jpgwew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyfriend.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452508955745826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SI8x2vlOniI/AAAAAAAAA84/bRy4L4umCAA/s400/Image(053).jpgdewqw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyfriend smiles for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228455291398976514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SI80Ys_Y9AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/X1hnvHGZe-s/s400/Image(061).jpgrtqe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the smile on my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452498099223954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SI8x2HI1PZI/AAAAAAAAA8o/UPFPJ2GMZYs/s400/Image(047).jpgweq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My turn to cam whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452492111935266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SI8x1w1WdyI/AAAAAAAAA8g/YHNFsI7DbJ4/s400/Image(046)+(1).jpgwe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got more MORE pictures. But you'll get bored looking at it. So why bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our main intention was to watch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But ended up cancelling the movie plan and ended up playing pool + walking around IKEA picking out our favorite furniture + makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had McD for tea and tapau-ed meatballs from IKEA for my dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452501427204354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SI8x2TiSMQI/AAAAAAAAA8w/5EWfrlEEbIo/s400/Image(065).jpgwew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In IKEA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My initial idea of piercing my tongue thinking it was also a good idea to cut down my intake of food memang failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever since I got it pierced, I've been craving for EXTRA MORE unhealthy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ignoring the pain, I'd just gobble down everything with a mind set,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Why let pain control you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. That is stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I'm back home typing this post while boyfriend is sleeping like a pig on the couch. I can hear him snore. wakakka... Gotta wake him up to take off his contact lens! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tata~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-4936491045986464393?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4936491045986464393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=4936491045986464393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4936491045986464393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4936491045986464393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/addiction-of-mine.html' title='An addiction of mine.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SI8x1WhPTCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/45pMlVFrHU0/s72-c/Image(032).jpgwe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-1056157082666214647</id><published>2008-07-28T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:31:46.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my retard hair cut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The baby is sleeping like a pig when I called him minutes ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Sunday, I took a day off from work, made an appointment with my hair stylist and headed to the saloon to get my hair done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sat there patiently for fucking 5 hours to get it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One session of rebonding, two hair treatments, and a hair cut cost me 500 buck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yaya-papaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not bad what to work at hair saloon. Get to suck people's money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE FUCKING HAIRSTYLIST FUCKING CUT MY FUCKING HAIR FUCKING TOO MUCH LORRRR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously. Just a few snips, and at least 15cm of my precious waist-length hair gone forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did ask him to trim a bit.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BUT JUST A BIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He kept going and going and I guess he got too carried away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I super felt like crying once he was done with my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Aiyar.. why keep your hair so long? Nobody keep hair so long to get champion wan la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cock-stared him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't understand why must he cut my hair so fucking short?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For world peace ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tsk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will post up some pictures once Celine send pictures of me that she took in college today or when ever I'm free to camwhore la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some comments on my new hair..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil brat&lt;/strong&gt; - hair cut looks like a helmet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommie&lt;/strong&gt; - hair cut makes me look like a retard especially&lt;br /&gt;with my retro spects and retarded way of talking due to my tongue piercing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; - hair style looks like a bowl a.k.a ''mangkuk''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Francis&lt;/strong&gt; - it looked like the egyptian queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juney &lt;/strong&gt;- looked very Lala-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anusha &lt;/strong&gt;- Very Tyra Bank-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsing Hsieh&lt;/strong&gt; - Very NICEE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zen&lt;/strong&gt; - Don't try to act cute la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; - urm.. okay lah..nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 2 a.m in the morning I recieved a phone call from boyfriend saying he'll be coming over to having supper with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I got out of bed, put on my spects and got dressed up and soon he came to pick me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once we reached the tomyam stall, the waiter came up to me and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;" Eh.. kamu nampak macam UGLY BETTY!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PUKIMAK.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss my long hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-1056157082666214647?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1056157082666214647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=1056157082666214647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1056157082666214647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1056157082666214647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-retard-hair-cut.html' title='my retard hair cut.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-6066042680370004488</id><published>2008-07-26T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:24.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No pain no gain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I typed a whole fucking post and it all went missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway.. so much for going through the break-up shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; We got back together again.. for the gazillion time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Manda would prolly scream in my face again on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway... say hello to my little friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227343898083937922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SItBlGQZToI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/QYTmQE3kl2k/s400/P1210788.jpgwew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally got my tongue pierced on Thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shakira was so nice to accompany me all the way to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sungei Wang to get it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She wanted a tattoo for herself too but only to call the plan off because she has got an upcoming diving trip next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The tattoo artist said that if the newly done tattoo soaks in seawater, it will fade off. Poor girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The tongue piercing was not as painful as my cartilage piercing but certainly hurts more than my navel piercing. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there I was.. talking like a retard for the past few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Struggling to pronounce ever word I say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Frequent visit to the washroom just to rinse my mouth with Listerine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The worst of all is the makan part. Gah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boyfriend was too nice to layan my nonsense. He brought me for porridge for lunch and watched me gobble down my porridge in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Ei.. you take so long to finish your porridge.. See&lt;br /&gt;you eat can make me sleep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" Can you please don't talk to me?!!! I need to put&lt;br /&gt;full concentration when I eat!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes.. so much of concentration put in and yet I still manage to accidentally swallow the stud of my tongue ring. Summo my one got diamond wan leh!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROAAARRRRRR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pukimak sial..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boyfriend had to buy me a new stud for my piercing immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks dear. Me laff you Very strong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He daym layan my attitude lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We manage to watch hellboy II and I got my dosage of heaven from starbucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since today is the third day.. my tongue got much better and I was able to eat porridge with less pain..I got paranoid when my tongue turned a little purple this morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bla bla bla.. end of story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahahhaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gotta hit the bed now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-6066042680370004488?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6066042680370004488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=6066042680370004488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6066042680370004488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/6066042680370004488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No pain no gain.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SItBlGQZToI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/QYTmQE3kl2k/s72-c/P1210788.jpgwew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-5961644076313560083</id><published>2008-07-24T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:25.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat pig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After reading Tabby's comment on the chatterbox, it suddenly hit me and I started wondering how I used to look like before this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I went through my folder and spotted a few pictures of me looking like... urhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BALLOON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This picture was taken on 1 January 2007 before I left for my 3 months national service.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226271178438476786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SIdx8mKwA_I/AAAAAAAAA8A/Tf-CYUh0YjU/s400/P1070736.jpgewrer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bah! All thanks to SPM. I ate too much fearing my brains would malfunction if I hadn't eat enough. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know right! STOP LAUGHING LA!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hides face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After coming back from NS I actually lost about 16 Kgs within 3 months but eventually gain some back. Bah-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My weight has been going up and down like a yoyo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ever since I was young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I super hate it lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every time I start eating normally, I gain weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I'll go on a diet AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll lose weight knowing that I will eventually gain back all those pounds back in seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't wanna be fat and fugly with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;flabby arms&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fat elephant look-a-like legs&lt;/span&gt; and a face that reminds you of a porkchop's sister name &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PIG&lt;/span&gt; when I grow older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been spending my whole entire life going on a on and off diet plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drastically losing and gaining weight which I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; does more harm than good to my own health.&lt;br /&gt;It is so unfair when certain people &lt;strong&gt;(Read: Lim Jo Lene)&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't grow fat at all even if she had swallowed a whole fucking cow and still stay as skinny as a stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay.. this post is getting me a bit emo now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gotta join Phrav's emo gang now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I REALLY REALLY DON'T WANT TO GAIN ANYMORE FATS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROARRrrrrrrr!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tata~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5961644076313560083?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5961644076313560083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5961644076313560083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5961644076313560083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5961644076313560083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/fat-pig.html' title='Fat pig.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SIdx8mKwA_I/AAAAAAAAA8A/Tf-CYUh0YjU/s72-c/P1070736.jpgewrer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-8124644988451068800</id><published>2008-07-21T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post breakup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SIRi_cpkdTI/AAAAAAAAA74/0tbllYrTKAg/s1600-h/P1210769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225410309818447154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SIRi_cpkdTI/AAAAAAAAA74/0tbllYrTKAg/s400/P1210769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was chatting with Justin via MSN when he told me he was about to go out and meet his girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" Gah! I'm so allergic to couples. Go la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wakakaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post-breakup feeling is kinda fun. I get to make fun of everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I made fun of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*censored*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because of his love bite on his neck today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" eh.. you too observent. Can become a detective la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was hell of a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Slapped myself out of bed at 9a.m and got ready for my 10 a.m class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual.. I get my daily dosage of nagging from daddy to hurry me up.. And it gets a tad annoying sometimes but it kinda motivates me to move faster. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon arriving at college, I met Francis &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my accounting lecturer)&lt;/span&gt; at the main enterance of Wisma HELP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" Hi Francis!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I greeted him  and half feeling relief because I wasn't late for class. keke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"wahhhh.. you look like... you are going for&lt;br /&gt;a picnic!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;walan eh. Everyone have to comment on my dressing lor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why can't they just leave me alone??!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't care if I dress as a clown or micky mouse.. I like la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't like it then sue me la! tiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had always adore fashion because it doesn't have a particular &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;formula to follow or guidelines to obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dumb people like me always do better without a formula. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh.. and I accompanied Alison to KLIA today to fetch her bf, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joshua who just arrived from Australia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and still manage to reach back college in time for class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for cendol and rojak with Hakim and Deena after college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I sinfully swallowed down a whole barrel of fats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tsk.. this is really sinful  I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I sit here typing this post.. the fats are slowly building up in my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-8124644988451068800?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8124644988451068800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=8124644988451068800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8124644988451068800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/8124644988451068800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-breakup.html' title='Post breakup.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SIRi_cpkdTI/AAAAAAAAA74/0tbllYrTKAg/s72-c/P1210769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-202048786423800536</id><published>2008-07-20T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:25.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls are dangerous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225116876453823122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SINYHYLtwpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pQjwLrGN06w/s400/Rainbow_Rain_by_Moei_chan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died of boredom yesterday. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Not until superman came and save me. haha. Yea right..&lt;br /&gt;I ajaked Jolene to go for a short evening walk at her neighbourhood and she FFK me. Kimak tul la Jo! It turned out she was having a nap.. Like baby only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then superman Juney ajaked me to play basketball with Vern and Choo. So I stupidly agreed. Gah. Seriously. All of them were school players.&lt;br /&gt;While I am.. urgh.. the noobie.&lt;br /&gt;How to compete you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;I screamed each time Vern passed me the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Daym gedik I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But how to control la.. I have ball-a-fobic.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very serious condition where I try to avoid any game that has to do with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BALLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" Eh.. I daym scared of balls la. Seriously.. all balls are dangerous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Juney as she nooded with agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Even the two balls and a dick is so dangerous!! Can make babies man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blurt out.&lt;br /&gt;Fail betul la.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to run,&lt;br /&gt;who to block and worst of all, my shooting all out.&lt;br /&gt;Air-ball weh.&lt;br /&gt;Malu sial. And I ended up runnning around the court.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-202048786423800536?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/202048786423800536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=202048786423800536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/202048786423800536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/202048786423800536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/balls-are-dangerous.html' title='Balls are dangerous.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SINYHYLtwpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/pQjwLrGN06w/s72-c/Rainbow_Rain_by_Moei_chan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-1389975474563453807</id><published>2008-07-19T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:25.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once had now gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224559649211213090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SIFdUe8S5SI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Rb9PjbIFJkw/s400/my_crazy_friend_by_Chibasenka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was 10.55 p.m as I stared tiredly at the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, my work just ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Where is the fucking cab?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mumbled to myself as I stand alone along the dark lonely street feeling a tad frustrated at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a good 10 minutes of waiting, a cab finally arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank god! I couldn't be more happier than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I had to take a LRT back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate taking public transportation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone knows that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not a brat. I just&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I stood all alone in the train full of people even though &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was already so late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Oh, at least they have friends to talk and accompany them home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I uttered bitterly as I stared pathetically at my own reflection through the window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've just realised how spoilt I've been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having someone to fetch me everywhere I go regardless what time is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've relied too much on that person and became so dependent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ever since things ended, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've learned to become more independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do things on my own again. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just living a life I've almost forgotten I once had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-if only I had your mistakes, I'd correct it to make you a perfect person-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-1389975474563453807?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1389975474563453807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=1389975474563453807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1389975474563453807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/1389975474563453807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-had-now-gone.html' title='Once had now gone.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SIFdUe8S5SI/AAAAAAAAA7o/Rb9PjbIFJkw/s72-c/my_crazy_friend_by_Chibasenka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-7893920613728926461</id><published>2008-07-17T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A secret I can't hide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My trip to Redang! Delayed post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Approximately two weeks ago, my friends and I (8 of us to be exact) landed our asses on the beautiful Redang Island where we spent 4 days of heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The trip was to be describe by one word &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- AMAZING-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm too lazy to blog. So I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223950542943972370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8zV1RibBI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UzeuKRWuSfo/s400/SL370882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed in Berjaya Beach Resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949713390359762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yli8i1NI/AAAAAAAAA64/MU7r4Am0L0Q/s400/SL370768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me in my multi-colour bikini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949257316209058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yK_7_kaI/AAAAAAAAA6g/C952u9xI_f4/s400/SL370743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xue Min, me, Erica, Tinish, Taju. (3 other people missing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8zVtS8UAI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LQIvfCihCMs/s1600-h/SL370729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223950540802379778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8zVtS8UAI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LQIvfCihCMs/s400/SL370729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caught in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8ylOGnndI/AAAAAAAAA6w/xeJIBL2e6wY/s1600-h/SL370758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949707795471826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8ylOGnndI/AAAAAAAAA6w/xeJIBL2e6wY/s400/SL370758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took so many shots to get to perfection. Fail betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yl3NWupI/AAAAAAAAA7A/dgY3yob86jM/s1600-h/SL370822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949718829578898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yl3NWupI/AAAAAAAAA7A/dgY3yob86jM/s400/SL370822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dick man.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949262682255522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yLT7W8KI/AAAAAAAAA6o/WVkNZVX9OLQ/s400/SL370755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Erica and I on Long Island beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8ymDWzgJI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mFQ3v7Dke6Y/s1600-h/SL370846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949722090438802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8ymDWzgJI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mFQ3v7Dke6Y/s400/SL370846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sun tanning. Look how roasted I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8ymVGBR7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zlv95t5OTvU/s1600-h/SL370840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949726851876786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8ymVGBR7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zlv95t5OTvU/s400/SL370840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicks on the snorkeling trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yJ0VLhcI/AAAAAAAAA6I/SiX-LY2rvAA/s1600-h/SL370715.jpgfsdfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949237020755394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yJ0VLhcI/AAAAAAAAA6I/SiX-LY2rvAA/s400/SL370715.jpgfsdfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Island hopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! oh! We manage to swim with baby sharks and fed them with dead fishes and we also saw turtles swimming in the sea! The beauty of corals and fishes were just hard to describe.. School of fishes as big as a double story building swimming around, synchronising every move. Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yKIbXayI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/fS6WXsyFmdU/s1600-h/SL370729.jpgweqwqw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yKc2g82I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8HyaeFxkXpM/s1600-h/SL370740.jpgeqw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223949247897989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8yKc2g82I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8HyaeFxkXpM/s400/SL370740.jpgeqw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us. Worshipping the island. &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha. The end.&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I'm doubting if I should go Tioman with my friend from work place next week.. Hurmsss.. 300 bux for 3 days 2 night. Worth it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-7893920613728926461?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7893920613728926461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=7893920613728926461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7893920613728926461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/7893920613728926461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-i-cant-hide.html' title='A secret I can&apos;t hide.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH8zV1RibBI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UzeuKRWuSfo/s72-c/SL370882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-5072841277008723953</id><published>2008-07-16T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:28.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting to be in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH3oqUY7-mI/AAAAAAAAA6A/81nd6ymiig4/s1600-h/P1210734.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223586956545096290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH3oqUY7-mI/AAAAAAAAA6A/81nd6ymiig4/s400/P1210734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As you can see, picture taken via a uber dirty mirror. Sorry! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is what I wore to college today.&lt;br /&gt;As I hurriedly walk in for my 8 o'clock morning class and apologize for being a tad late, Manda pointed out about my dressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;" Wahhh.. Class so early also can dress up?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then our Maths lecturer, Mr. Noel started giving his own predictions of how I just simply grab the green necklace upon going out and the colour combination of my clothing were a bit out and my hair was in a big mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, to be honest, my hair was in a mess because I just had my hair washed that morning, the necklace by the way was what I always wear to match this green top. And I think the colour combination of my clothes were FINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Urgh. GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.*shaking my head dowh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something that has been on my mind for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never really thought deeply about it until just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever had the feeling that you are just so tired and bored of your relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You just don't feel like you need the existance of the person in your life anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The person just don't bring excitement to you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No sparks nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just arguements over the same issues all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Exhausted of telling how you feel and gave up on telling him what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly you realised there is nothing in common between the both of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You've tolerate enough, tried to stay and try to talk things out but it just won't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then you realised you have been acting all these while.. preteding to be so in love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when the truth is you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You need the person more than you love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know.. But that is how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too, it will all get better in time. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is weird. No fights occured between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm not typing this out of anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe this is really what I've been searching for all these while.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The answer to my own misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5072841277008723953?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5072841277008723953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5072841277008723953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5072841277008723953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5072841277008723953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-you-can-see-picture-taken-via-uber.html' title='Acting to be in love'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SH3oqUY7-mI/AAAAAAAAA6A/81nd6ymiig4/s72-c/P1210734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-5478175322919240742</id><published>2008-07-16T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:28:58.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was rolling on the bed and boyfriend was lying right next to me. I took the chance to confront him about him cheating on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Dear.. so tell me the truth. I know you have been&lt;br /&gt;cheating on me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Huh? What are you talking about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" Faster tell me who is your scandal?!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" I don't have la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" Don't lie.. I know the truth. Better tell me her&lt;br /&gt;name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" DON'T HAVE LAR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" I know her name!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Okay.. so what is her name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" DOTA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;Then boyfriend started pinching my face furiously until my&lt;br /&gt;skin sagged and I think I need botox to give my face a face-lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juney, Vern, boyfriend and I was supposed to go for a trip&lt;br /&gt;to Redang next week but boyfriend and I just couldn't make it&lt;br /&gt;because the resort was fully booked and&lt;br /&gt;we are abit reluctant to spend too much on the trip due to a tight budget. gah!&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad...&lt;br /&gt;I so feel like dipping myself in the sea..&lt;br /&gt;swim with fishes and enjoy the cool breeze and the refreshing morning seawater..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Gotta hit the bed!&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5478175322919240742?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5478175322919240742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5478175322919240742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5478175322919240742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5478175322919240742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/scandal.html' title='Scandal'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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-8594623622939114002.post-5697705410770655079</id><published>2008-07-14T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:28.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ran out of brain juice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today I crave for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C.U.P.C.A.K.E.S&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222721011395218610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHrVFrUuTLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/bNqoEfRmwSw/s400/I_Love_Cupcakes___Free_Avatar_by_0xo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I literally jumped out of bed when my mobile phone started barking like a mad bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend was asleep next to me, hugging and almost suffocating me to death as&lt;br /&gt;I wiggle myself free to reach out for the mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the unknown caller hung up before I could pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After a light breakfast (which I didn't consume any), both of us headed&lt;br /&gt;to the computer room where boyfriend is currently playing DOTA and&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging right next to him. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*bah!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dota is just the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupidest dumbo-jumbo-est-est&lt;/span&gt; game ever invented.&lt;br /&gt;It should be called &lt;strong&gt;TRRG&lt;/strong&gt; a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;The Ruin Relationship Game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Basically, Dota acts like a third party in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;where your boyfriend would spend the rest of his life "playing" with her and&lt;br /&gt;applies the ' till death do us apart' line kinda shit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yea..And you (the girlfriend) willl be ditched aside like a piece of junk&lt;br /&gt;until the boyfriend thinks he needs some real life chick flesh to suck on&lt;br /&gt;then he would probably remember the existance of his neglacted girlfriend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Double *gah*-ness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Look. I'm not jealous of Dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even have real boobies and booties to begin with!&lt;br /&gt;She is just full of some fugly looking creature trying to seduce geeks. Yucks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lets not bitch no more.&lt;br /&gt;Working was rather fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My friend actually gave me a purple silk top which I've been eyeing on for ages!&lt;br /&gt;She got me an XS size which I almost died of happiness because I could actually fit into it...&lt;br /&gt;errr.. except the boobies.&lt;br /&gt;haha. No worries! I can still squeeze in it!! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm hungry for now! Gotta bug the geek next to me to bring me out for lunch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tata~~!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-5697705410770655079?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/5697705410770655079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=5697705410770655079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5697705410770655079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/5697705410770655079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-ran-out-of-brain-juice.html' title='I ran out of brain juice.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHrVFrUuTLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/bNqoEfRmwSw/s72-c/I_Love_Cupcakes___Free_Avatar_by_0xo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-4317377833348559502</id><published>2008-07-12T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:30.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boutique Hopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up smiling this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm finally period cramp-free!! wuakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself out of my princess room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*gah* Its superb messy with clothes all over the floor by the way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipped toe and hop through the whole pile of mess to get to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Got myself ready and hit the gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukimak betul la.&lt;br /&gt;It was only 10.30am and Bangsar was already packed with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;humans and cars! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No one even care to spare me a parking space! Tiu.&lt;br /&gt;It is a goddam weekend and why can't those humans just&lt;br /&gt;stay in bed a little longer?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care man.&lt;br /&gt;Go fuck your wife or kiss your dog.. just find something to do at home la!&lt;br /&gt;What are they doing there so early in the morning?!!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Sorry. PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. After gym I went boutique hopping in Bangsar!&lt;br /&gt;The clothes were just so adorable..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pinch pinch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear those clothes were trying to seduce me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was innocently browsing through them but they manage&lt;br /&gt;to cast a spell on me and I ended up trying them.&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh.. very dangerous man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHheJseQz9I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/c2WyQhF_PMM/s1600-h/P1210725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222027288586014674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHheJseQz9I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/c2WyQhF_PMM/s400/P1210725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHhbM4uwM6I/AAAAAAAAA4g/CipABfAQFxs/s1600-h/P1210726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222024044881130402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHhbM4uwM6I/AAAAAAAAA4g/CipABfAQFxs/s400/P1210726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222026389499036130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHhdVXHOQeI/AAAAAAAAA5I/_3ynY6fg61U/s400/P1210727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I ended up buying the white top instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHhbNQPX-fI/AAAAAAAAA4o/TvDPaSbmEMc/s1600-h/P1210727.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHhbNm6rycI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7HfZHbUBLV8/s1600-h/P1210728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222024057279203778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHhbNm6rycI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7HfZHbUBLV8/s400/P1210728.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I also like this tube dress and it was very cheap! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately it got stuck on my chest area and I was too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;afraid to put much force in case it end up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like a banana split! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had to reluctantly leave it behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't buy much stuff by the way.. But window shopping is a real good therapy to feed my hungry soul..&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I'm farking hungry.. better dig some food to munch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-4317377833348559502?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4317377833348559502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=4317377833348559502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4317377833348559502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/4317377833348559502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/boutique-hopping.html' title='Boutique Hopping!'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHheJseQz9I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/c2WyQhF_PMM/s72-c/P1210725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594623622939114002.post-3938237453379258936</id><published>2008-07-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:55:30.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so excited because it is my new baby blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No particular reason why I migrated my blog over here actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*tee-hee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221771817574688434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHd1zUyvZrI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/tksbtJgdk4I/s400/P1210715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a short swim with Juney and manage to spend some relaxing moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long since I had a whole good day sitting at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I'm either busy with college, friends, work, gym or hangout.&lt;br /&gt;But today just wasn't the greatest day of all because&lt;br /&gt;I practically spent my whole entire day flipping and tossing&lt;br /&gt;around the house,&lt;br /&gt;literally crawling from one place to another because&lt;br /&gt;I was suffering from a major blardy period cramp&lt;br /&gt;can die dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*gah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept complaining to boyfriend how painful the cramp was&lt;br /&gt;and he told me that I was having a baby. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N-onsens-e. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy grandmother of all apes stupid!&lt;br /&gt;And I spent the rest of my day fighting with the little brat over the computer and PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... How interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHd1zqLFIaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/QP7lCWkslFQ/s1600-h/P1210712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221771823313920418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHd1zqLFIaI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/QP7lCWkslFQ/s400/P1210712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A last picture of me before I hit the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHd1TWsefAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/D7Hs9Gd1HEs/s1600-h/P1210715.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I promise promise promise to blog more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8594623622939114002-3938237453379258936?l=bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3938237453379258936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8594623622939114002&amp;postID=3938237453379258936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3938237453379258936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8594623622939114002/posts/default/3938237453379258936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchy-mitchy.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-love.html' title='Baby Love.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9PVu9w1aOM/SHd1zUyvZrI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/tksbtJgdk4I/s72-c/P1210715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
