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width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-6151568226440352405</id><published>2010-08-11T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T04:54:26.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Forever F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't tell me this and not be there.&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat me like real nice and hiding so many things from me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like you're my best friend when all you want is to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I will never trust you anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would change after what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;But no, you played it again.&lt;br /&gt;Then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether you really treat me as your friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my limit.&lt;br /&gt;And you are not welcome into my world.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop your act, drop your mask.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then, I might consider having you back as my friend.&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/6381436586826552804-6151568226440352405?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6151568226440352405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=6151568226440352405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/6151568226440352405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I can't wait to not seeing you everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be out of your nagging range. &lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck treat their guest/visitor like this?&lt;br /&gt;Only you would ever do that!&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how much your monthly bill used to be.  &lt;br /&gt;This was how I lead my life before you move over. &lt;br /&gt;And this will still be how I am going to live my life. &lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, that's your own business. &lt;br /&gt;Chase me out if you want. &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't give a damn about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-3031457194275077014?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3031457194275077014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-1273811502211672214</id><published>2010-07-25T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T02:30:24.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally went skating again. &lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I skated?&lt;br /&gt;I think months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Probably half a year. &lt;br /&gt;I think I better keep a routine of going skating at least once a month. &lt;br /&gt;New plan: Save up for a new pair of skate. &lt;br /&gt;New resolution: Learn advance skating. &lt;br /&gt;Right, let's see how long my determination can lasts this time then. &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/6381436586826552804-1273811502211672214?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1273811502211672214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=1273811502211672214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/1273811502211672214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/1273811502211672214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/07/skating.html' title='Skating.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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successful one compared to the last time I cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, the worst that can ever happen is actually the step towards the best ever.&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/6381436586826552804-6712407915286237547?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6712407915286237547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=6712407915286237547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/6712407915286237547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/6712407915286237547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/07/forex.html' title='Forex.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7511037223122919190</id><published>2010-07-16T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:29:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justfy"&gt;Just shut the fuck up man.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anyone to tell me how I am to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Right, I might have made mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;But who don't?&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for you to move out.&lt;br /&gt;Or probably, I'd rather to be the one who move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just end it.&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/6381436586826552804-7511037223122919190?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7511037223122919190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7511037223122919190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7511037223122919190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7511037223122919190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7745326619917139620</id><published>2010-06-19T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T03:08:18.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happiness on their way! (:&lt;br /&gt;Work for the past 2 days was fun.&lt;br /&gt;First day with Sandy and the next with Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;And then, upcoming Genting trip(again) on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Which, we will be setting off on Sunday midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to enjoy the weather there instead of suffering in Singapore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder, why people can't be as friendly as those people I am working with now?&lt;br /&gt;Beside backstabbing, gossiping about others, what else are those hypocrites capable of?&lt;br /&gt;Did they learn to be like this since young?&lt;br /&gt;From whom, their parents, teachers or any other elders?&lt;br /&gt;Or did they simply learn from peers?&lt;br /&gt;It seem like every phase of life, there bound to be at least one of them around.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether I'm in Primary school, Secondary, ITE or any work place.&lt;br /&gt;What will they achieve from?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe backstabbing will get promotion or something.&lt;br /&gt;But it is such an underhand method!&lt;br /&gt;And gossiping is simply stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure out why, the world is turning into something so dark...&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/6381436586826552804-7745326619917139620?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7745326619917139620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7745326619917139620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7745326619917139620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7745326619917139620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun.html' title='Fun.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-385446733443184580</id><published>2010-06-04T05:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T05:58:54.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last.</title><content type='html'>It's not easy to hang on to this point. &lt;br /&gt;I did what I could.  &lt;br /&gt;But this, this is the limit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost all the respect I had for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still don't give a fuck about it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-385446733443184580?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/385446733443184580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=385446733443184580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/385446733443184580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/385446733443184580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/06/last.html' title='Last.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-9150384661220299892</id><published>2010-06-03T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:58:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would you chase me if I run?  &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold on me if I jump?  &lt;br /&gt;Would you still be here when I wake up?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today with Dorothy.   &lt;br /&gt;Both of us decided to quit school.   &lt;br /&gt;Not a very wise choice, I know.   &lt;br /&gt;After talking to section head, I was kind of undecided yet again.  &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I haven't settle on a definite answer.   &lt;br /&gt;However, most probably I will still quit school.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk about this with you.   &lt;br /&gt;But you've been ignoring me the whole day.&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/6381436586826552804-9150384661220299892?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9150384661220299892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=9150384661220299892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/9150384661220299892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/9150384661220299892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/06/chasing.html' title='Chasing.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5833662348637335483</id><published>2010-05-28T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:54:16.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's So Great?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't get to sleep only until I'm super duper tired.  &lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm still awake now.  &lt;br /&gt;Even after brawling my eyes out the whole night.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm nowhere near tired nor sleepy.  &lt;br /&gt;And I'm still sobbing away...&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/6381436586826552804-5833662348637335483?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5833662348637335483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=5833662348637335483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5833662348637335483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5833662348637335483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-so-great.html' title='What&apos;s So Great?'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-3898197612116421334</id><published>2010-05-21T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:55:55.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cherish the one beside you.  &lt;br /&gt;And right now, for me, it's you.  &lt;br /&gt;The one who tolerate me for years.  &lt;br /&gt;Who give in to me at times.  &lt;br /&gt;Who bullied me more than anyone.  &lt;br /&gt;And yet, care for me like no one ever does.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, boyfriend. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-3898197612116421334?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3898197612116421334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=3898197612116421334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3898197612116421334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3898197612116421334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/05/always.html' title='Always.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4485911139507991066</id><published>2010-04-28T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:10:52.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Term, New Trouble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I've decided to continue school.&lt;br /&gt;Like what they say, it's just one more year left.&lt;br /&gt;Why waste time?&lt;br /&gt;But, hell, this term is definitely full of ups. &lt;br /&gt;And by ups, i mean being up awake. &lt;br /&gt;Not early though but still.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope my retaking modules doesn't have to be this term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wish I don't have to bother about all this craps that's happening. &lt;br /&gt;It kinda just make me feeling more miserable each time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-4485911139507991066?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4485911139507991066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4485911139507991066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4485911139507991066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4485911139507991066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-term-new-trouble.html' title='New Term, New Trouble.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-3096721153758574840</id><published>2010-04-03T05:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:42:11.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything.</title><content type='html'>Got my result.&lt;br /&gt;Which, basically, was crap.&lt;br /&gt;Have been going through serious consideration about whether to quit school.&lt;br /&gt;But well, decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Just get a lousy certificate and get out of that damn school.&lt;br /&gt;At least I would have a slightly higher qualification than now by then.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the only thing that motivate me to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;School is starting in about a week time.&lt;br /&gt;Dread having people asking around how's whoever result are, just see compare.&lt;br /&gt;And having people boosting around and act like they aren't. &lt;br /&gt;Hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked on the phone with Dorothy for like 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;We're crazy. &lt;br /&gt;There is so much catching up to be done this coming Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat! Steamboat! Steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong! Mahjong! Mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend is down with fever.&lt;br /&gt;Went down to accompany him for his dinner and his mom said,&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, you still dare to come close to him ah?" &lt;br /&gt;and she gave me a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently just went to Boyfriend's class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, it was rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;What is a chalet without BBQ?&lt;br /&gt;And the best part, they spend more time outside of the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;They rented cars and they just stayed out.&lt;br /&gt;Bad planners.&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, they don't even stay out late. &lt;br /&gt;They went back to the chalet quite early, to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, Boyfriend, YanXiang, Ben, WeiLiang, Mun Hong, Yeming and me stay awake till morning while scaring ourselves with ghosts stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having breakfast with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;I miss A&amp;W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-3096721153758574840?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3096721153758574840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=3096721153758574840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3096721153758574840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3096721153758574840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything.html' title='Everything.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4111786205117756993</id><published>2010-03-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:54:00.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=" justify"&gt;And take a look at me;&lt;br /&gt;the tears that have left it's place,&lt;br /&gt;the heart that have broken into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;and all the wound that can't recover. &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/6381436586826552804-4111786205117756993?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4111786205117756993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4111786205117756993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4111786205117756993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4111786205117756993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/03/turn-around.html' title='Turn Around.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5004175712929479991</id><published>2010-02-25T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:25:45.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bear my ranting or simply skip it.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is the most you can go.&lt;br /&gt;I did not even know what the fuck had happen between you and the other person.&lt;br /&gt;I was just merely asking.&lt;br /&gt;And, fuck you for showing me your damn attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Know what, show me more and I'll irritate you even more.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for your&amp;nbsp;information, there is such a course call "Anger Management".&lt;br /&gt;I will be glad if you would sign up for that.&lt;br /&gt;Because you NEED it totally.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should say, &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;would greatly appreciate if you would take that initiative.&lt;br /&gt;Hello bitch, find out who you are messing with before you do any stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay bitch, I shall stop degrading myself to your level. Enjoy your lowly world. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat with Dorothy and Yeming after school!&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;Photos with Dorothy, upload after she send it to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend told me this last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I read through your blog and I realise this,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;last time you will say good things about me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but the more recent posts are always scolding me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why the recent posts are scolding you is because you're being irritating lately!&lt;br /&gt;Erm, okay...&lt;br /&gt;You're being very sweet because you bring me to&amp;nbsp;Universal&amp;nbsp;Studio.&lt;br /&gt;But you're being irritating by requesting me to wear so formal on such a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, with my killer heels.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I still love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/S4VRUGxI3KI/AAAAAAAAAis/-C1cVZd_FJk/s320/Photo0080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-5004175712929479991?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5004175712929479991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=5004175712929479991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5004175712929479991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5004175712929479991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/02/bitch.html' title='Bitch.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/S4VRUGxI3KI/AAAAAAAAAis/-C1cVZd_FJk/s72-c/Photo0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4151132574905995047</id><published>2010-02-23T05:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T05:20:28.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kill me and end all this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-4151132574905995047?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4151132574905995047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4151132574905995047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4151132574905995047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4151132574905995047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/02/please.html' title='Please.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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&lt;br /&gt;But who cares though? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the world will really end in 2012. &lt;br /&gt;No one ever know. &lt;br /&gt;So enjoy while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pact with Boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;He is not allow to bite, pinch, punch or hit me. &lt;br /&gt;Not even for fun. &lt;br /&gt;Because it does not just hurt me physically. &lt;br /&gt;It hurts right from the bottom of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not looking forward to Chinese New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-283102374619866241?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/283102374619866241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5320806375157656318</id><published>2010-02-07T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:38:10.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great, I just packed my super duper messy table.&lt;br /&gt;And it's super duper tidy now.&lt;br /&gt;Happy!&lt;br /&gt;Now I can start doing all my things in my room instead.&lt;br /&gt;No more late night&amp;nbsp;nagging.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I better sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;More importantly for my health.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I should have realise this so much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;But then, who cares when there are so much fun at night?&lt;br /&gt;Though, obviously, I'm not a clubber.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact is, I never step into any club before.&lt;br /&gt;But there are other things to do at night right?&lt;br /&gt;I simply enjoy the time when I get to spend time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, slacking, rounding and talking about everything.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't happen now.&lt;br /&gt;Because those are his friends, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those doesn't matter now.&lt;br /&gt;Because right now, all I care is:&lt;br /&gt;1) Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;2) The girls - yes, all of you, even if I don't show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rather paranoid lately.&lt;br /&gt;Like totally out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;There are so much unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;But who is there to listen?&lt;br /&gt;And I mean listen...&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/6381436586826552804-5320806375157656318?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-1779462972004445806</id><published>2010-02-02T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:34:30.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dorothy(:</title><content type='html'>snow is white&lt;br /&gt;snow is fair&lt;br /&gt;snow is cold&lt;br /&gt;snow is beyond zero degree&lt;br /&gt;and it turns to water after it melt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SO LAME.&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to my snow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yezi is leaf&lt;br /&gt;yezi is monkey&lt;br /&gt;yezi is green&lt;br /&gt;yezi is brown&lt;br /&gt;yezi will go gooogoooogagaaaaa with her hands scratching under her armpits&lt;br /&gt;LIKE AH MENG!!!&lt;br /&gt;meow :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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will be up there. &lt;br /&gt;Hais. &lt;br /&gt;What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please shut your trap.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;And even if I do change my behavior, it's totally none of your business. &lt;br /&gt;You're simply getting on my nerve day by day.&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever kay, I don't need any comment on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help in buying Chinese New Year clothes!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping (with or without money) doesn't help at all. &lt;br /&gt;Because nothing catch my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Totally have no idea what to wear. &lt;br /&gt;It's so troublesome. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just wear shorts and Tshirt. &lt;br /&gt;And get kill by Boyfriend when he see me. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa! &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/6381436586826552804-1959736130706363957?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-113775258625155802</id><published>2010-01-17T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:47:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat and stay over at Sandy's was fun!&lt;br /&gt;More of that to come, girls. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend is in Bangkok now.&lt;br /&gt;And he bought a lot of things for me!&lt;br /&gt;Whereas he only buy like 3 items for himself.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I really really dread waking up so early.&lt;br /&gt;And worse, to face some irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;So what if I only attend your damn lesson once a week?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;There are even more problem than it is.&lt;br /&gt;Hais.&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/6381436586826552804-113775258625155802?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113775258625155802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5310183300826508230</id><published>2010-01-11T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T03:31:44.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neither Here, Nor There.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As confusing as my title is, that's how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done loads of things that I didn't wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to control myself more.&lt;br /&gt;I need more determination.&lt;br /&gt;Not from anyone but from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need your&amp;nbsp;constant nagging.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't speak up doesn't mean you can continue doing so.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want any more conflict than we are having now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just shut your mouth up and no one will say you're a mute (direct translation).&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I just want my life back.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my own life.&lt;br /&gt;The way I live it.&lt;br /&gt;And not those that I have to abide to every single one.&lt;br /&gt;It's tough trying to please the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;Because, one thing for sure, I/we are not able to please everyone at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my nagging.&lt;br /&gt;I need some beauty sleep right now.&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/6381436586826552804-5310183300826508230?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5310183300826508230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4222338433060828506</id><published>2010-01-05T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:46:55.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who do you think you are to interfere with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Just fuck off okay.&lt;br /&gt;Don't use money to threaten me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fuck about it.&lt;br /&gt;Deduct my money and I will see you in court.&lt;br /&gt;Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;And my Boyfriend got nothing to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to care about whether he is staying here or going back home.&lt;br /&gt;Just mind your own fucking business.&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/6381436586826552804-4222338433060828506?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4222338433060828506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4222338433060828506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4222338433060828506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4222338433060828506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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people who DID NOT attend or don't even intend to.&lt;br /&gt;(Excluding those that really can't come.)&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, here people trying to make effort to bond the class.&lt;br /&gt;Yet there are people don't even bother or appreciate it at all.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am not the type that really care about this class.&lt;br /&gt;But at least show your face at the chalet for an hour or so will make other feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;So why not?&lt;br /&gt;To you it might be some kind of small matter.&lt;br /&gt;But to others, they take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is happening to the people in this class?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the fun, though I went there quite late.&lt;br /&gt;But there were still food left for me and Yeming. (:&lt;br /&gt;And still have more for Charles and Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I think there are still some leftover chicken wings, hot dogs and fish balls.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely getting fatter so much after one night.&lt;br /&gt;Cause they think the&amp;nbsp;margarine is free.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;The oil is like dripping when holding up the chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;Prawn is nice and we shared it with those stray cats.&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Dorothy have to leave.&lt;br /&gt;If not there gonna be more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Only went to bed at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda feel bad leaving Alvin alone.&lt;br /&gt;But I was too tired after bathing.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up by them/Boyfriend at 1030am.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back home cause Boyfriend have to go work.&lt;br /&gt;And again, I feel bad for leaving the mess to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update again with photos when received. &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/6381436586826552804-273418577429449632?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/273418577429449632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=273418577429449632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/273418577429449632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/273418577429449632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/class-chalet.html' title='Class Chalet.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-2637231818066266161</id><published>2009-12-27T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:28:11.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align-"justify"&gt;I know, I've been leaving this blog quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But there's simply nothing much to post.&lt;br /&gt;So I slowly&amp;nbsp;accumulate&amp;nbsp;those events and add everything together!&lt;br /&gt;Clever right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Peranakan Museum trip!&lt;br /&gt;I got no photos with me.&lt;br /&gt;But just wanna say that it was an enjoyable trip with the girls!&lt;br /&gt;More outings to come for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve with Secondary mates at Mengguan's.&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;And it really feel like Chinese New Year instead of Christmas (from Agnes).&lt;br /&gt;Then down to Plaza Singapura find Boyfriend and Yanxiang.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward to some pub with Boyfriend's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Home at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas spent half the day sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Another half doing the typical things.&lt;br /&gt;Eating and such.&lt;br /&gt;Then back home.&lt;br /&gt;Boring!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Grace for the cookies, it's very nice! I want some more. Hahhas.&lt;br /&gt;And Jiahui for the card. So sweet of you to choose the snowman for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people who made my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satuday, went skating/cycling with half the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, Dorothy and Yeming.&lt;br /&gt;But it start raining when we are about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;End up, going back to Sandy's house in the rain with Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;While the other 2 went off to take bus.&lt;br /&gt;Spent my time at her house cleaning my skates.&lt;br /&gt;Which was such a chore.&lt;br /&gt;Worse, it's still a lousy skates.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to buy a brand new pair.&lt;br /&gt;Went Downtown East for dinner at JustAcia.&lt;br /&gt;And we saw Jiahui!&lt;br /&gt;So coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't feel like it is so?&lt;br /&gt;Hais.&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/6381436586826552804-2637231818066266161?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-2946090666216478162</id><published>2009-12-15T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:03:23.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally went skating again!&lt;br /&gt;Though Yezi is still catching up,&lt;br /&gt;but there's improvement!&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Charles sent me home!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, today I just tried to worn myself out.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't&amp;nbsp;achieved.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SyZ9hGeZSzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QKciwkNPE14/s320/Photo0248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SyZ9lRUAXrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/X-CdgT4h5ds/s320/Photo0249.jpg" /&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/6381436586826552804-2946090666216478162?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2946090666216478162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=2946090666216478162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2946090666216478162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2946090666216478162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-again.html' title='Finally Again.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SyZ9hGeZSzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QKciwkNPE14/s72-c/Photo0248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-1724345169687571198</id><published>2009-12-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:22:32.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoilday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;It's finally here.&lt;br /&gt;Break for 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;And it's not long enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, how am I going to find a job for such a short period.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I should be happy or sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is gonna be a very packed one.&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've been rotting at home for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Project halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;Worst is, I don't really know exactly what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't know the details I found is it related or such.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'm not heading the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have like 30 hours a day?&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/6381436586826552804-1724345169687571198?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1724345169687571198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5720208246307738232</id><published>2009-12-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:48:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it, Xueqi.&lt;br /&gt;You're being such an ass.&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/6381436586826552804-5720208246307738232?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5720208246307738232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=5720208246307738232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5720208246307738232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5720208246307738232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/enough.html' title='Enough.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-425956854944830523</id><published>2009-12-07T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:59:59.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just when I was getting used to thing here.&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that you're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;I need time to reform myself all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, deep inside me, I wish both that you could stay and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informations from everywhere are popping out.&lt;br /&gt;And in super random order.&lt;br /&gt;Without warning, I have to handle yet another situation I never wanna be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this disappointment or expectation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Getaway.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-2061242728104653549</id><published>2009-12-05T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:53:12.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always wonder what's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;And like always, I never get my answer.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find any solution.&lt;br /&gt;I just seem to keep going back the same way I did.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;It does not only caused unhappiness within me.&lt;br /&gt;It also create unnecessary arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAs are over!&lt;br /&gt;One burden down.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a job badly.&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop being so choosy.&lt;br /&gt;It's never a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some time.&lt;br /&gt;I need to think it over.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do serious consideration.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy at all.&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/6381436586826552804-2061242728104653549?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2061242728104653549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=2061242728104653549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2061242728104653549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2061242728104653549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-3641231899119278983</id><published>2009-11-17T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:03:22.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like you really care.&lt;br /&gt;Shedding your damn crocodile tears.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off.&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/6381436586826552804-3641231899119278983?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3641231899119278983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=3641231899119278983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3641231899119278983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3641231899119278983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-cares.html' title='Who Cares?'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5249605639607942870</id><published>2009-11-14T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:30:11.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally had my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Which turned out not what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not that bad though.&lt;br /&gt;Just that I have to style it.&lt;br /&gt;If not I will look so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's crap.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm attending them.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting trip planned!&lt;br /&gt;We're driving there!&lt;br /&gt;Yay~&lt;br /&gt;Main driver - Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sub driver - Charles.&lt;br /&gt;Free loaders - Yezi and me.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still know how to enjoy without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe WeiLiang and his friends joining us also.&lt;br /&gt;But in another car.&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, they can't find any car.&lt;br /&gt;And they are short of cash.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down, 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so feel like skating right now.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, an overnight one.&lt;br /&gt;But it's just seem so impossible already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drifting off.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer wanna hold on.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so not fair for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Especially you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be like this.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't bear to let go..&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/6381436586826552804-5249605639607942870?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5249605639607942870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=5249605639607942870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5249605639607942870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5249605639607942870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/fine.html' title='Fine.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-8103115917796618858</id><published>2009-11-11T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:41:34.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Simply Not Fit To Be One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fuck the damn teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm going to post here will not be pleasant to some.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I don't care what you may think.&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;This is MY blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why I should take the initiative to bloody well wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;Though I did.&lt;br /&gt;Which caused me to be so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;For the fact of it, I already dislike, or rather, loathes that damn teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, today incident simply just increase it more.&lt;br /&gt;I know you may say he have his stupid reason.&lt;br /&gt;So be it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry because he asked me not to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm irritated because he asked me not to go yet asked Yeming to go.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas she was still far away.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, she was in train and I've not even board the cab.&lt;br /&gt;But just because of that phone call, I missed 3 available cabs.&lt;br /&gt;And just how long do I take to reach?&lt;br /&gt;Less than the fucking 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, I'll be marked as absent for the damn whole day.&lt;br /&gt;So much for waking up so early.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me any rubbish about this fucking matter.&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He don't know how to respect me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why I should respect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which fucking teacher will say, &lt;i&gt;"Oh! You're here today!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you attend his boring lesson once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I went not for your boring lesson.&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of my precious attendance.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so irritating before I show you what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, spoiler.&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/6381436586826552804-8103115917796618858?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8103115917796618858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=8103115917796618858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/8103115917796618858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/8103115917796618858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-simply-not-fit-to-be-one.html' title='You&apos;re Simply Not Fit To Be One.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-768734870377010298</id><published>2009-11-06T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:02:37.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreachable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'll never know how messed up I'm on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skate yesterday with Yezi.&lt;br /&gt;QQ joined us.&lt;br /&gt;And it rained halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;Shelter at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Zac skated in the rain just to come over to find us.&lt;br /&gt;Had his dinner there also.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to shop.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Yezi leaving for her band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Lagoon with Zac.&lt;br /&gt;Had satay, which I was kinda craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;Back to shop, closed shop and left.&lt;br /&gt;Meet Yezi at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;And I have my dinner, Zac with his second dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Yezi waited for Charles to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go off earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time skating. &lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not in a very good mood.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, one of my worst.&lt;br /&gt;Still, thanks for trying to cheer me up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a break off this.&lt;br /&gt;I shall focus back on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;And studies only.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you.&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/6381436586826552804-768734870377010298?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/768734870377010298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=768734870377010298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/768734870377010298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/768734870377010298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/unreachable.html' title='Unreachable.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7971613573973886142</id><published>2009-11-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:48:32.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Complicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It went out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;Went out of control.&lt;br /&gt;Out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make any choice.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;Either I keep one.&lt;br /&gt;Or I lose both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;All messed up.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me further and further into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;I can't climb out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Why is all this happening all over again!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're standing right out there.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to open the door for you.&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you yearn to enter.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't allow that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;No, not again...&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/6381436586826552804-7971613573973886142?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7971613573973886142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7971613573973886142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7971613573973886142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7971613573973886142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-complicated.html' title='Too Complicated.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5069801217956739463</id><published>2009-10-30T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:45:27.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for creating such happiness.&lt;br /&gt;And destroying it in your own bloody hand.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so cheated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SunwHBa9S7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ileclkNR7pQ/s320/Image0141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps everything was wrong to start with.&lt;br /&gt;I misunderstood, instead of them.&lt;br /&gt;I prejudged.&lt;br /&gt;I was too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it, can I?&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;No one feel nice about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the way to deal with people like me.&lt;br /&gt;That is definitely the very wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SunwSiARZdI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zgvGcFplbqk/s320/Photo0176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things had changed.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly find myself down with guilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SunwCt-xzUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mof9dmPmNDk/s320/Image0137.jpg" /&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/6381436586826552804-5069801217956739463?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5069801217956739463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=5069801217956739463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5069801217956739463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5069801217956739463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SunwHBa9S7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ileclkNR7pQ/s72-c/Image0141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-8010145597866848168</id><published>2009-10-29T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:34:39.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow I'm not getting the understanding from people I need most.&lt;br /&gt;Instead they are giving me cold shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of trying.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shouldn't try so hard at all.&lt;br /&gt;Or I shouldn't even care anymore.&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/6381436586826552804-8010145597866848168?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8010145597866848168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=8010145597866848168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/8010145597866848168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/8010145597866848168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-6541930100959659616</id><published>2009-10-25T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:40:49.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a happy girl now!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;I had manicure done with Yezi on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;And then&amp;nbsp;finally my midnight skating again!&lt;br /&gt;It was an overnight event.&lt;br /&gt;So nice! So lovely!&lt;br /&gt;However, Yezi fell even though she wasn't moving her legs.&lt;br /&gt;I think she was too tired, her legs gave way.&lt;br /&gt;She was so worried that her painted nails will get scratch when she fall.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;We skated from ECP all the way to Changi Village.&lt;br /&gt;And the guys had their supper/breakfast there.&lt;br /&gt;Missed the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;But doubt we could see anything nice due to the cloudy weather.&lt;br /&gt;Had my breakfast at McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;But gastric start to act up and I couldn't finish my meal.&lt;br /&gt;Threw everything that was left into Zac's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw something I didn't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;Heard things that was so ridiculous yet funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;But there will be so much gossip going on during&amp;nbsp;my outing with Serene lessy!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend bring me down to Hougang Mall last night.&lt;br /&gt;And bought me Zen X-fi2.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a not bad player.&lt;br /&gt;If it don't keep restarting/hanging/fail to turn on.&lt;br /&gt;He decided to go down again to change it.&lt;br /&gt;However, he wants to change it to Itouch.&lt;br /&gt;Which, to my displease, I don't like Apple products.&lt;br /&gt;Cause of the software used.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy bought Samsung Jet.&lt;br /&gt;And she's giving me her Samsung F480.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I don't need to buy a new phone for myself!&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/Sunu_rpKwnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/M2XnXMXECyc/s320/Image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SunvApsLBwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/MwjNI6s5Fao/s320/Image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/Sunu_rpKwnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/M2XnXMXECyc/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4183742509748275870</id><published>2009-10-21T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:10:04.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love skating! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't went school today.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Yeming came over after school.&lt;br /&gt;Changed and we went out!&lt;br /&gt;Kallang for lunch at some Japanese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Then Katong for pool and singing session.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, 7pm, ECP!&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why 7pm?&lt;br /&gt;Cause someone's Charles could only be free at that time.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Skating~ Skating~&lt;br /&gt;All the way till 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer skating at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Much more cooler.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go skate again.&lt;br /&gt;When is our next appointment?!&lt;br /&gt;*Scandal, scandal.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so obvious that everyone is asking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I finding the feeling I've lost from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;What is happening?&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/6381436586826552804-4183742509748275870?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4183742509748275870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4183742509748275870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4183742509748275870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4183742509748275870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/skates.html' title='Skates.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5864336686631292052</id><published>2009-10-20T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:46:58.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmoved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If comparing which hurts more.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts more than my heart do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bite I've done on you cut in deeper on my heart than your skin.&lt;br /&gt;But the bites you did on me simply makes you happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;It will just be never ending.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you understanding?&lt;br /&gt;Why you don't even care after all that I've said?&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here, and that's it.&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/6381436586826552804-5864336686631292052?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5864336686631292052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=5864336686631292052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5864336686631292052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5864336686631292052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/unmoved.html' title='Unmoved.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-3169185570341092304</id><published>2009-10-18T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T05:23:41.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bite marks, scars formed, bruises appeared and hurt inflicted.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, seeing me in pain would make you happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never felt this humiliated before.&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/6381436586826552804-3169185570341092304?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-8480820504579940397</id><published>2009-10-16T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:14:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've not been sleeping much lately.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the whole of this week.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I'm sick now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things and mood goes up and down.&lt;br /&gt;Until some points where I really don't wanna care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I really just wanna skate my unhappiness away since that day.&lt;br /&gt;Right beside the beach, without a single soul in sight and feeling the wind passing by.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will stay in your mind at that exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;I miss skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help feeling so pissed when you're not listening to my explaination.&lt;br /&gt;And my explaination is logical, therefore I really don't see any reason why I deserve that.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something meaningful, for the sake of myself and my future.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you taught me.&lt;br /&gt;And then tell me, what am I suppose to do now when things got so messed up?&lt;br /&gt;Just because of one simple issue, something that isn't as important as my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of things going throught my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what am I doing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to make a choice in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;My will is giving up..&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/6381436586826552804-8480820504579940397?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4221077743900763862</id><published>2009-10-13T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T04:09:17.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter how many times I said.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what or how I said.&lt;br /&gt;Everything just come down to one end.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love you without anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not understand this.&lt;br /&gt;You might not understand my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But please don't doubt me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Because, because I really can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&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/6381436586826552804-4221077743900763862?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4221077743900763862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4221077743900763862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4221077743900763862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4221077743900763862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear.html' title='Dear.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-27291353772037776</id><published>2009-10-08T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:36:13.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I somehow could understand how you're feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;Because that was exactly how I felt weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Revenge, maybe, possible.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I hope you could trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I did and still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like people to do things like this on you.&lt;br /&gt;First, don't do it on others.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, same goes for your choice of words use.&lt;br /&gt;Who made a big deal when I carelessly scold &lt;i&gt;"fuck off"&lt;/i&gt; long ago?&lt;br /&gt;Now who's asking me to &lt;i&gt;fuck off&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not losing my cool, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Not to speak only but to say out how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;You simply just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a mind reader.&lt;br /&gt;I won't know a single thing if you're not telling me.&lt;br /&gt;It's very tiring to keep guessing and not getting an answer.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know whether I guessed it right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired already.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna guess anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna play this mind game with you.&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/6381436586826552804-27291353772037776?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-3883668195306711275</id><published>2009-10-04T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:56:01.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a fall.&lt;br /&gt;Thus explain the big bruise at my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts even when I lied on my left when sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;It will be so ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lots of places last night.&lt;br /&gt;Tiong Bahru, meet Boyfriend and others.&lt;br /&gt;Tampines, fill petrol, on the way jammed due to accident.&lt;br /&gt;E!Hub, for bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Changi Village, for supper - Nasi Lemak! =D&lt;br /&gt;Loyang Temple (I don't really know what's that call), pray.&lt;br /&gt;Mount Faber, slack and stunts.&lt;br /&gt;Kallang, &lt;i&gt;"donuts"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Kallang almost kill me.&lt;br /&gt;They were driving like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;Changing lanes like there isn't any other cars around.&lt;br /&gt;Speeding at the top spend.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the wrong car with the right driver.&lt;br /&gt;At Kallang, was an eye-opening for me.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew they could do those stunts so well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had belittled them. =x&lt;br /&gt;Back home only at 5AM.&lt;br /&gt;By then I was already very tired.&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I get tired outside at such timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I kinda realise the changes in me.&lt;br /&gt;Personality, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Not much, not obviously but definitely there is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's a good change or not.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I don't know how will other react.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they have noticed but didn't tell me anything.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for any mistakes I might/might have make.&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/6381436586826552804-3883668195306711275?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3883668195306711275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=3883668195306711275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3883668195306711275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3883668195306711275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/speed.html' title='Speed.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4813153018061991748</id><published>2009-10-03T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:18:22.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today could be one of the happiest day I had within this few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really know why.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I've really learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, I've really fill in the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not fully convinced yet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is your existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention to Low Jia Hui.&lt;br /&gt;Your breakfast partner is still fully awake!&lt;br /&gt;=P&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/6381436586826552804-4813153018061991748?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4813153018061991748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4813153018061991748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4813153018061991748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4813153018061991748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning.html' title='Morning.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-1470311335972808032</id><published>2009-10-02T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T03:13:30.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I like suppose to be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Then make him jealous.&lt;br /&gt;And then again he make me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;So on and so for?&lt;br /&gt;That's utterly rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still upset over my result.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm glad that I finally get to have my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Like really after so long of yearning for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, today I was just mopping about.&lt;br /&gt;Dragging myself from one to point to another.&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded a lot of shows.&lt;br /&gt;But just don't have the mood to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job badly.&lt;br /&gt;One that could be convenient to me.&lt;br /&gt;With an acceptable amount of pay.&lt;br /&gt;I think that could be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Who wanna hire me to be personal assistant? &lt;br /&gt;Transportation, food and beverage must be covered. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&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/6381436586826552804-1470311335972808032?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1470311335972808032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-6247562398639762379</id><published>2009-10-01T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:08:31.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;My expectations wasn't reached.&lt;br /&gt;My GPA is just slightly better than what I get for my Nitec.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I worked twice as hard as I were.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of result is this. Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with Jiahui.&lt;br /&gt;Back later.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!&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/6381436586826552804-6247562398639762379?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6247562398639762379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=6247562398639762379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/6247562398639762379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/6247562398639762379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/result.html' title='Result.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5719987355437483604</id><published>2009-09-28T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:10:13.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All over, again.</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just the&amp;nbsp;issue&amp;nbsp;of trust.&lt;div&gt;Time to restart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-5719987355437483604?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7283075258114284456</id><published>2009-09-26T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T04:39:42.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not crying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just self-pitying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know what is going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know when I'd step on his tail.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know what I did is right and what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know how it feels to love and be loved anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want back the guy that will hug me silently when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;The guy that make a fool out of himself when I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;The guy that does tiny little surprises here and there.&lt;br /&gt;The guy that goes all the way just for me.&lt;br /&gt;The guy that told me to buy his insurance with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Where have he been?&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/6381436586826552804-7283075258114284456?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7283075258114284456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7283075258114284456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7283075258114284456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7283075258114284456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/tears.html' title='Tears.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-6711583836366653126</id><published>2009-09-25T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:03:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't mind my room being so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;However, I do mind your heart and/or mind is being in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Because I can pack my room as and when I want.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't cure anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just did something incredible, unbelievable and totally unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping at super weird timing.&lt;br /&gt;And waking up at like, evening?!&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to go to bed early, ends up rolling left and right.&lt;br /&gt;I need a change of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have not been going well everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, to a point that I really, and I mean really, feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else I could do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Edison was right.&lt;br /&gt;If I gave in everything I have, I'll be left with nothing if he leave.&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell myself, if I love him, I won't mind giving in everything.&lt;br /&gt;But up to the point now, I'm so afraid of giving anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll be left with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I won't be able to cope.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid one day, one fine day, everything will be back to square one, or even worse.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of everything.&lt;br /&gt;The fear is so strong.&lt;br /&gt;That's pushing me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could crawl to one corner and hide.&lt;br /&gt;Hide away all the fears.&lt;br /&gt;Hide away all the tears.&lt;br /&gt;Hide away the unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;Hide away the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart doesn't allow delete to be possible.&lt;br /&gt;My mind doesn't forget things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;I can't just tell myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes thinking too much just make things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will stop.&lt;br /&gt;My brain don't work this way.&lt;br /&gt;Neither is any part of me working like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so much to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;So much of things to pour.&lt;br /&gt;But you're not listening.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Having buried everything to myself for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know how to open up.&lt;br /&gt;Though I used to do so to you.&lt;br /&gt;But I find it so hard.&lt;br /&gt;So impossible for me to do that now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be your burden.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is a term that never should exist.&lt;br /&gt;Love is nothing without hatred.&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/6381436586826552804-6711583836366653126?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6711583836366653126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=6711583836366653126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/6711583836366653126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/6711583836366653126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/packed.html' title='Packed.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5930819262860079896</id><published>2009-09-24T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:44:18.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Return Trust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm fine, totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;Just for your information.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps more than just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever you think it fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna repeat myself over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make myself so upset over this rubbish issuse.&lt;br /&gt;But, damn it, can't you just stop all this nonsense and behave yourself?!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing more to say about you.&lt;br /&gt;About this.&lt;br /&gt;About us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close one eye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not giving a damn even if you say you can't feel a single shit from me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't even give a fucking damn about my fucking feeling.&lt;br /&gt;So why should I bother?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I get myself so upset?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I cry myself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I do all those things that seem incredibly ridiculous to you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why should I care?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn fucking unfair, to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the fuck you're doing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like this feeling at all.&lt;br /&gt;I predict my life won't be any better after today.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the worst might have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still boiling.&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/6381436586826552804-5930819262860079896?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5930819262860079896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=5930819262860079896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5930819262860079896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5930819262860079896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-return-trust.html' title='Never Return Trust.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-571436238729331990</id><published>2009-09-21T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:41:11.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have got so much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried till there was no tear anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurt till it doesn't feel anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I could trust.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I can believe.&lt;br /&gt;This is a world of liars.&lt;br /&gt;A world of cruelity.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna belong here.&lt;br /&gt;Not any longer.&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/6381436586826552804-571436238729331990?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/571436238729331990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=571436238729331990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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said is truth or false.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer dare to believe in anything, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself a chance - one more, one last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Dated - 19/09/09]&lt;br /&gt;[Time - 12:06AM]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 4 days were the worst and the best of my recent few months.&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna recall what the hell had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't ask me anymore thing.&lt;br /&gt;By that, you're being very kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend stayed over for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th and he's working right now.&lt;br /&gt;We trashed things out, very, very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I gave a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to give up ever again.&lt;br /&gt;After all that I've said and heard.&lt;br /&gt;I know where I belong and where I'm heading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy started DotA again.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, most nights I've been left aside.&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I might not get use to him not being around every night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and cursing at his laptop screen when he died.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please remember.&lt;br /&gt;Your girlfriend always love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-4515161429717762413?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4515161429717762413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4515161429717762413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4515161429717762413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4515161429717762413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/done.html' title='Done.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7716926354520211300</id><published>2009-09-18T04:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:54:01.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intruder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div aling="justify"&gt;I told myself to be gracious.&lt;br /&gt;To be more giving.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of her;&lt;br /&gt;thought of it, makes my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I take it as it's something small.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I mind it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;It's interupting my life.&lt;br /&gt;Intruding my personal space.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate you for causing all this shit to happen.&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/6381436586826552804-7716926354520211300?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7716926354520211300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7716926354520211300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7716926354520211300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;If there is ever such a word.&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly show it either.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT BEING UNREASONABLE.&lt;br /&gt;I've got every reason to be upset.&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/6381436586826552804-4278676024153490188?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4278676024153490188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4278676024153490188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4278676024153490188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4278676024153490188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-and-set.html' title='Up and Set.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5364299294944042319</id><published>2009-09-15T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:09:35.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overlooked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually missed it.&lt;br /&gt;The 17th and 18th.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;I guessed if I don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;And so why should I?!&lt;br /&gt;And it's no big deal either.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm just trying to find excuses.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what could happen if,&lt;br /&gt;I given up,&lt;br /&gt;I choosen another,&lt;br /&gt;I don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one fine day things will turn out better.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should think back and see what have I done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, I've done that for a million times.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it's my choice that was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I overlooked every flaws.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;But it's almost impossible to change into someone you dislike.&lt;br /&gt;That will never happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you.&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/6381436586826552804-5364299294944042319?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7209119307163183378</id><published>2009-09-12T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:26:56.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser, You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's quite a lowly trick that I nearly fell for.&lt;br /&gt;And to think that you could actually get back at me after that?&lt;br /&gt;Dream on!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, wait long long!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, wait till you're dead that day also won't come.&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing but just my toy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn evil.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally met Boyfriend after so many days of war.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not that many days actually.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like quite long to me already.&lt;br /&gt;Treatment wasn't exactly the best.&lt;br /&gt;But still, better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;There were points where I really wanna give up.&lt;br /&gt;There were times where I couldn't hold on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;All I did was to shut myself up.&lt;br /&gt;And hoping everything will be fine by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;It does turn out not that bad though.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for me to come out and face everything.&lt;br /&gt;Solve it for once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks the girls who know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;For accompanying me unknowingly. (:&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/6381436586826552804-7209119307163183378?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7209119307163183378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7209119307163183378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7209119307163183378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7209119307163183378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/loser-you.html' title='Loser, You.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-1843574347473812924</id><published>2009-09-11T05:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:45:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dorothy and YeMing helped me cleaned my hammies's cage.&lt;br /&gt;And now they smell nice nice instead of stinko. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played L4D with them and inclusive of JiaWei.&lt;br /&gt;But he went off earlier to meet his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls came over my house and stayed.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Dorothy is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Yeming is playing with my PSP.&lt;br /&gt;Because I chased her off the computer for me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;*Evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly my fault, partly yours.&lt;br /&gt;I never once said I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Neither did I said it's you.&lt;br /&gt;But why does it seems like I have to coax you like a baby?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seems like I'm the one that causes all this?&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temptation is so great.&lt;br /&gt;So great so that I'm giving in anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Totally the opposite of what I'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;Almost exactly what I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to handle this situation.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's exploding.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough.&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/6381436586826552804-1843574347473812924?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1843574347473812924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=1843574347473812924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/1843574347473812924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/1843574347473812924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-easy.html' title='Never Easy.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-2000584123092860702</id><published>2009-09-10T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:00:37.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;Is that a sense of relief?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks cousin so so so much for printing my whole OFA documents.&lt;br /&gt;Which is like 100 over pages.&lt;br /&gt;And made him went to buy ink for it.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Grace's birthday in school today.&lt;br /&gt;And why are we in school even though exams finished?&lt;br /&gt;Cause of the damn SW make up lesson.&lt;br /&gt;And worse, I still owe her 8hours.&lt;br /&gt;Which is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not giving a damn about it.&lt;br /&gt;Term ended, attendance over! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surprised Grace!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly YeMing had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Grace and celebrate together.&lt;br /&gt;After that slack everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Then facial with Dorothy!&lt;br /&gt;And she's staying over tonight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Was I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;Am I being unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hinting you to ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I've done and said.&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't presume every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;You never know how much I wish for changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to myself.&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/6381436586826552804-2000584123092860702?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2000584123092860702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=2000584123092860702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2000584123092860702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2000584123092860702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-me.html' title='Love Me.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-2993733363981579297</id><published>2009-09-03T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:40:19.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill-It-In-Yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Counting down 24 days.&lt;br /&gt;And right now you're telling me, let's not meet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;But there are doubts here and there.&lt;br /&gt;And curiousity everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me inside slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me what's trust.&lt;br /&gt;I shall answer with nothing but a smile.&lt;br /&gt;For it means nothing more than a word itself.&lt;br /&gt;Who care what's trust all about?&lt;br /&gt;Simple as a word.&lt;br /&gt;Complicated than every single object on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how am I suppose to live a life like this?&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, you'll see me breaking down more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;No need for all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone, for now.&lt;br /&gt;For as long as you want.&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I like.&lt;br /&gt;I need time.&lt;br /&gt;I need space.&lt;br /&gt;I need cash.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you right now, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Fill-It-In-Yourself.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-26867335424179537</id><published>2009-09-01T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:28:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faraway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Roleplay srcipt was crap.&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;So much thing thing to rush.&lt;br /&gt;My excels, words, BZE and PAC.&lt;br /&gt;I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I need more money also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've already start missing Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Bad cause I will surely miss.&lt;br /&gt;And who knows whether it's true for, &lt;em&gt;"Absence makes the heart fonder."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good because I will have more time for myself and friends!&lt;br /&gt;Been quarrelling over accompany time and such.&lt;br /&gt;So, we shall see! =P&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/6381436586826552804-26867335424179537?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/26867335424179537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=26867335424179537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/26867335424179537'/><link rel='self' 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and energy to entertain you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are here!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I've done well for the papers taken.&lt;br /&gt;Quite confident with the pass papers.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need space..&lt;br /&gt;A lot a lot of it right now.&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/6381436586826552804-6746455156511796514?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6746455156511796514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=6746455156511796514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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anger; it's disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say, hard to show.&lt;br /&gt;Though impossible to hide it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor gave 2 days MC and exempted from physical education till end of month.&lt;br /&gt;So, it means that I won't have to attend SW from now till my holiday!&lt;br /&gt;Presentation delayed again.&lt;br /&gt;But teacher decided that we present on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know the details also.&lt;br /&gt;Sandy told me those I stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at Dorothy's on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting, I know.&lt;br /&gt;There were indeed tears and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;So how am I suppose to express all in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many days of conflicts, things actually did change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it does last longer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Not the best ever, still could have been even worse though.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you feel, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm being even more honest than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Never had I been so straightforward with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Please make it work.&lt;br /&gt;Please do give me your best.&lt;br /&gt;For I'm giving mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, hide away the truth that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I rather knowing the truth than to be hidden.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means killing me totally, I'd still wanna know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let me go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-2121201741399732?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2121201741399732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-2912372419589369360</id><published>2009-08-12T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:42:36.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really don't like this few days.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think it's weeks already.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good seem to be going on.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gettting irritating by second, no, nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, just when I thought I'm able to enjoy my one extra day of "weekend",&lt;br /&gt;so many stupid things popped up.&lt;br /&gt;Planned to rush through my homeworks before going out.&lt;br /&gt;But someone &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agreed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to help me in it.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to bring my homeworks - undone and untouched, along.&lt;br /&gt;But some selfish people just don't understand other's urgency.&lt;br /&gt;And only care for herself and don't do what she said.&lt;br /&gt;Still dared to attitude me infront of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Who's supposed to be the one pissed?&lt;br /&gt;Who's the one that goes back on her damn words?&lt;br /&gt;So, that got me planned rushing so damn much of my homeworks after that.&lt;br /&gt;Just because of one selfish inhuman human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then because of another stupid moron,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the time to rush my homeworks after that.&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand Singaporean at all!&lt;br /&gt;How can they be really so selfish, arrogant, proud and honestly, stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to change the fucking lane and avoid cyclist(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Horns are not meant to be use by pushing it down and hold it there all the way.&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS, you're really going to bang that person/vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;But who the fuck in their right mind will horn a cyclist with the distance of 5 cars length inbetween?!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that a father, 34, could actually be so childish to throw an air freshener out of his car.&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, even started a fight with a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;How immature.&lt;br /&gt;I really pity the daughter.&lt;br /&gt;To witness such idiotic act done by her father.&lt;br /&gt;So irresponsible of him.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of role model she have for a father?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of lady will she grow up to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that it's damn unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Because of those kind of people in Singapore, outsiders see us just as what I stated.&lt;br /&gt;And because of those people, I kinda feel ashamed as a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I don't portray that kind of image to other.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's bad having this kind of thinking but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;What is this world becoming to?&lt;br /&gt;Full of selfish people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only want you to know what's going in my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop guessing and start asking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kindly please.&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/6381436586826552804-2912372419589369360?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2912372419589369360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=2912372419589369360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2912372419589369360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2912372419589369360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanted.html' title='Wanted.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4306441376702989529</id><published>2009-08-03T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:42:20.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have the time to blog!&lt;br /&gt;Roarrrrr~!&lt;br /&gt;So much things happening.&lt;br /&gt;Too little time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really can't wake up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Super tiring!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep much for both nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed month.&lt;br /&gt;There's still steamboat next week.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is not thinking well.&lt;br /&gt;Can see from how I blog also.&lt;br /&gt;So many paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday my dear Boyfriend!&lt;/strong&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/6381436586826552804-4306441376702989529?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4306441376702989529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4306441376702989529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4306441376702989529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4306441376702989529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy.html' title='Busy.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4206493604439498252</id><published>2009-07-19T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:55:04.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 birthday, 3 days of celebration. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the 5 girls tricked me!&lt;br /&gt;They 4 of them saying wanna find teachers.&lt;br /&gt;So only YeMing went back with me.&lt;br /&gt;Then the others went to buy Bueberry Cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;With the "un-blow-able" candle on it.&lt;br /&gt;They appeared at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising lah!&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to blow away the flame.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the cheesecake is damn yummy!&lt;br /&gt;They had a card and present also.&lt;br /&gt;Almost the whole class signed on the card with greetings.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet of them!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dorothy, Grace, JiaHui, Sandy, YeMing and the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, meet up with secondary school mates.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought was just a dinner at NewYork NewYork.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was planned quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;End up, it was an early celebration for me, Jacqueline and Peifen.&lt;br /&gt;Both their birthday falls on 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;And they had 19 "un-blow-able" candles on the cakes.&lt;br /&gt;It actually makes the cake look like it's on fire.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Present and card again.&lt;br /&gt;That was my second celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Deep Fried Mars Bar is damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;And they decided to treat me that while I ordered it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks BeeYee, EeWee, Jacqueline, Rachel, PeiLei and PeiFen. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the actually day itself was actually quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped first lesson and went school for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly can go back home.&lt;br /&gt;But have to settle some problem with our project.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed till around 2PM.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend fetch me back home and he went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and waited for Boyfriend to come over.&lt;br /&gt;Then head down to PlazaSingapura.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at The Manhattan Fish Market.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the food there is super nice.&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer this to Fish &amp;amp; Co now.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to walk around and slack because our show is on at 0030.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas we already finish our dinner by 8PM.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Then tried luck at the Prize Catcher machine.&lt;br /&gt;And very luckily, we spent $40 for 5 soft toys!&lt;br /&gt;And a hell loads of Mentos.&lt;br /&gt;Movie for the night was &lt;em&gt;Ice Age 3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute luh!&lt;br /&gt;Though the 3D effect makes me have headache.&lt;br /&gt;But still, the show is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, brunch with mummy at North Point's Sakae Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Kiki to grooming first before heading over.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat until super full!&lt;br /&gt;Damn craving for sushi for a long time already.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy gave me her cellhpone cause mine spoilt on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I actually dropped on the floor and &lt;em&gt;boom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My screen goes black.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought loads of snacks or literally, mummy bought.&lt;br /&gt;Some old old candies - those that I used to eat when I was young and it's like damn hard to find now.&lt;br /&gt;And Bakerzinn macaroons!&lt;br /&gt;Super duper sweet! I like! Nice nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed, I didn't take any photos throughout this 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;Only at NewYork NewYork.&lt;br /&gt;And the photos aren't with me.&lt;br /&gt;No one send or even tag me at facebook yet.&lt;br /&gt;So, too bad!&lt;br /&gt;No photo for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But as I'm kind enough, I took a picture of my Blueberry Cheesecake to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;Especially for JiaHui, cause she was eyeing on my thick layer of blueberry on top of the cheesecake. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzjsGqKqKmA/SmNqr_H-ngI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ABkkGxgC6zc/s320/Image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for the lousy quality of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall upload the presents and cards when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;Or if I don't forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-4206493604439498252?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4206493604439498252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4206493604439498252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5469705362410580639</id><published>2009-07-16T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:47:26.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Record.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright!&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to state down when I attend school and when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Because, TanKL came up to me few days ago and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Xueqi, how come your attendance suddenly dropped so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How come the last week before school holiday you never come school except for Wednesday?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;So long ago and you expect me to remember?&lt;br /&gt;And from my &lt;em&gt;very good&lt;/em&gt; memory, I recalled that I did went to school more than just a day.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I don't have anything to support my words also.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am stating...&lt;br /&gt;I've been to school everyday since school reopen.&lt;br /&gt;Except for 2 days MC on Thursday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;And also skipping SW on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recording for CMB done!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't edit out the extra part.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible, terrible.&lt;br /&gt;And the best is, I haven't do my research.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't even know what and how to do.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever, it's not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing to do now is, go to bed and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha! =D&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/6381436586826552804-5469705362410580639?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5469705362410580639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4182581646700015812</id><published>2009-07-13T06:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:33:19.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know it's kinda over.&lt;br /&gt;But my day ain't.&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's like 6 AM right now.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Like I am getting any sleep later.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid case study.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;I don't get what's the link between &lt;em&gt;Business Environment&lt;/em&gt; and finding a dumb article to do for case study.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I don't understand why we must do case study.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, we have to find that bloody case ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I just have to spend my time from now to 7.30 AM, which is when I will leave house for school, to do that stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;To think that I still plan to meet Boyfriend after school.&lt;br /&gt;Seem like I'm only able to meet him in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if he even wanna meet me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very nice 16th.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what and why things are going on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all my fault?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I never seem to know.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer wanna guess what going on up there.&lt;br /&gt;Because I knew long ago that no matter how hard I try, it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever works.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;I never once questioned myself this much when it comes to relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Because to me, if it's there, it will be there.&lt;br /&gt;If isn't meant to be mine, I won't wanna hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a total different case now.&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you want?&lt;br /&gt;I chose to leave you alone because I just don't want things to get worse.&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/6381436586826552804-4182581646700015812?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4182581646700015812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4182581646700015812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4182581646700015812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4182581646700015812'/><link rel='alternate' 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entirely fine and well.&lt;br /&gt;I only went to see doctor cause I couldn't wake up on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Thus missing loads of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I just rotted at home the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was quite a nice timing to have MC.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have not even start doing my case study yet.&lt;br /&gt;Which I suppose, this case study gonna turn out as crappy as the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;And I also suppose that teacher gonna be so unreasonable when I hand in late.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can prepare to photocopy a whole stack of my MC and smack it in his face.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy agreed to apply the MaxMobile Surflite for me!&lt;br /&gt;And I have already got it.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Boyfriend's work place and applied.&lt;br /&gt;But Boyfriend treated me damn coldly.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he said I attituded him in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping and I don't even know what happened then.&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/6381436586826552804-3300062932472167077?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3300062932472167077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=3300062932472167077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3300062932472167077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3300062932472167077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-3768599103066221869</id><published>2009-07-07T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:15:43.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I don't care if he's going to read this blog like he claim to have.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am 100% sure that I wasn't at fault.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, who the fuck he think he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to repeat the whole story over again.&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't means I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm still super pissed about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting this off so easily.&lt;br /&gt;Just sit back and watch the good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one with temper, attitude and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you have to right to do all those things just because you're one damn teacher,&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you here,&lt;strong&gt; I don't give a fuck about it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, first day of school wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wasn't there for all my lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Physically there but mentally drifted into the content of Dorothy's novel.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I did my PAC assignment, just that I didn't get to hand in before she left.&lt;br /&gt;All was fine until someone trying to find fault with me at the last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Was already quite irritated and angry because Boyfriend don't wanna answer my calls or reply my texts.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this person getting on nerve right after that.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over to Tampines and meet up with Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;Complained every single thing to her.&lt;br /&gt;She is indeed a great listener. (:&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the shopping malls alone after she went to meet her friend.&lt;br /&gt;Continue searching for a present for my sister while waiting for Boyfriend to reach.&lt;br /&gt;Bought one My Melody's head soft toy for her.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda kiddish, but I don't really know what to get.&lt;br /&gt;Beside, she likes My Melody so much as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she didn't get to see or have her present until next week.&lt;br /&gt;Because she went HongKong!&lt;br /&gt;Like so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;During this H1N1 period, she's actually going there for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;And that means, Kiki is here with me! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;Happiness~ LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Though it's kind of irritating that she keep barking at my hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;And I really fear that my Grandma will accidently let her run out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can wake up on time later.&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/6381436586826552804-3768599103066221869?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3768599103066221869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=3768599103066221869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3768599103066221869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3768599103066221869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/screw-you.html' title='Screw You.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-3857005482258329910</id><published>2009-07-04T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:30:47.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm left with the most tedious assignment - BZE case study 2.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even get an article.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, I don't even have a newspaper to start with now.&lt;br /&gt;After so many days of studying with the usual, I've only gotten so little things completed.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really gotta thanks those that help me refill my cup of ice everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Jiani and Jacqueline.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one time for Jacqueline only.&lt;br /&gt;But still, thanks her because it was something she don't do.&lt;br /&gt;And Jiani because she helped the most times!&lt;br /&gt;Plus she's the first person to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Damn daring she is.&lt;br /&gt;Well, definitely sorry to her also.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I keep wasting her time!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;I kept postponing the time of our meeting just because I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, she woke up super early because I told her I wanna eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;But I wasted her time all the way until around 4PM.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she get good grades after studying so many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet many people wonder why I could actually stay in the bathroom for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;I just find that place to be so relaxing, calm and actually blocked me out the world.&lt;br /&gt;I can think properly and logically.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a time for my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;And I just did.&lt;br /&gt;I reflected what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself why did I flared up at Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Answer being quite simple.&lt;br /&gt;He got me really irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, he give me some kind of big shot attitude by asking my getting off my book.&lt;br /&gt;Which already piss me off but I managed to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yes, I know it's bad for my eyes to read at that kind of lighting.&lt;br /&gt;But then, does he have to use that kind of tone to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so disrespected.&lt;br /&gt;And given my attitude and stubborness, thing kinda got worse from there.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that it's kind of ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Second, he always have this stupid habit of looking at girls.&lt;br /&gt;I know, which guy doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;But he is like practically digging his eyes out and look.&lt;br /&gt;And keep repeating that girl is pretty, or this girl is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Which is really getting on my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;1 year plus of being together.&lt;br /&gt;I never had a day without hearing those words.&lt;br /&gt;Even those days when we were out alone without his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Really, if you want to have a pretty and gentle girl to be your darling girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, please go find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I don't fit in that space.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do things just to fake that I can be that type of girl.&lt;br /&gt;When very obviously, I am not and I will not be.&lt;br /&gt;And then I got damn irritated when having late supper few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;When a pretty lady, without bra, on a pretty floppy dress walked pass.&lt;br /&gt;The whole procedure started.&lt;br /&gt;And he kept asking, &lt;em&gt;"Got see not? She never wear bra leh! She very chio loh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I got so pissed that I just told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The next time you're gonna say any girl chio, I'm gonna ignore you for 24 hours."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he started attitude me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way I phrase it or the tone I used.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I was really at the top already.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, am I at fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, today I did some stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I shouldn't have send that text.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I was just seeking for attention. *If Rachel realise. =x&lt;br /&gt;But I totally never expect that kind of replies!&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not entirely surprising.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, deep inside, I just feel it's damn unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, when it comes to relationship, younger guys are more childish.&lt;br /&gt;He said it's not true and he will prove it to me.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked, &lt;em&gt;How?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, &lt;em&gt;By time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet and even sound sincere.&lt;br /&gt;But never true.&lt;br /&gt;After so long, all I can see is the super duper childish side of a typical player.&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe this time I could see something different.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset but I'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is getting draggy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting my breakfast today also.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn lazy to go out now.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to sleep also.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd just stay awake until night and tune back my sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;I bet Boyfriend won't be happy reading all this.&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed a long compo. (:&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/6381436586826552804-3857005482258329910?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3857005482258329910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=3857005482258329910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3857005482258329910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3857005482258329910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/fake.html' title='Fake.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-1359065325644761019</id><published>2009-07-03T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:21:20.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Project meeting cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;I went to ChoonBoon Mac to study with the usual.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't get much done.&lt;br /&gt;They keep on talking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;We're meeting tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I get to have my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I'm getting kinda dull.&lt;br /&gt;As in, sick of my usual life.&lt;br /&gt;I want something different.&lt;br /&gt;Can I request for some surprises? =x&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/6381436586826552804-1359065325644761019?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1359065325644761019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=1359065325644761019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/1359065325644761019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/1359065325644761019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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recording for about 10 - 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even hit the minimum requirement.&lt;br /&gt;Next meet up at Grace's on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;And they are meeting in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I don't even know whether I can wake up tomorrow/later to meet Agnes they all.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, a bit don't feel like going out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;All my BZE assignments not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;The worst is case study 2.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate case study.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;Though I might not have anything better to do.&lt;br /&gt;But case study is just crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;Hammy survived!&lt;br /&gt;And is back to the original cage.&lt;br /&gt;No more loner! =D&lt;br /&gt;Not yet recover but boyfriend suppose the other hammies will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;So he decided to put him back.&lt;br /&gt;He seem happier back there as well.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will improve his recovery speed also.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better end here.&lt;br /&gt;Grace Tan is trying very hard to infect me with her virus  now.&lt;br /&gt;Before I display any of the symptom.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&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/6381436586826552804-4537258781880587121?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4537258781880587121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4537258781880587121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4537258781880587121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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what exactly happened.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was Boyfriend playing with that hamster and Kiki.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather Kiki playing with that hamster.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever it was, Kiki injured the hammy.&lt;br /&gt;And caused it to bled on one side of it's eye.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, Boyfriend and I thought that hammy couldn't survive.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a shock.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, it did survive up to now.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the critical night for him.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for the hammy. )=&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend feel damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he was the one who took it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice this week, I scare the hell outta myself.&lt;br /&gt;First time when Kiki ran out.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I couldn't find her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This was the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm feeling damn itchy all over.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know why exactly!&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Spots like rashes are forming.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't confirm they are rashes!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;My mind is somewhere else also.&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is that, I don't know what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think I don't even know what I'm typing already.&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/6381436586826552804-2421741851895083127?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2421741851895083127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=2421741851895083127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/2421741851895083127'/><link 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decided not to post about anything.&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously there are good and bad things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling very weird lately.&lt;br /&gt;Like part of me gone.&lt;br /&gt;Like there's a missing piece.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't put to word what exactly it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been rather slack on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've only done my PAC assignments.&lt;br /&gt;The main problem would be BZE.&lt;br /&gt;With the practice paper to be done, newspaper article and I've to study for the upcoming test on the first week of school reopen.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so lazy to do research for our CMB project.&lt;br /&gt;Argg. Whatever.&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/6381436586826552804-4820250782972961342?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4820250782972961342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4820250782972961342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4820250782972961342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4820250782972961342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-879938234020679637</id><published>2009-06-24T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:08:43.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a talk with him over MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Which ended up in tears.&lt;br /&gt;So long since then, finally I dare to open it up to him.&lt;br /&gt;I had never been so honest to him.&lt;br /&gt;And it actually feel so great to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;But not totally yet.&lt;br /&gt;He still don't seem to be convinced.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I could feel his concern then.&lt;br /&gt;If only things were as simple as now.&lt;br /&gt;It won't have such ugly situation then.&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If a guy want that girl, they will treat them nice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they get them, they just throw them aside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I find it super true.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the more you don't want that person, the more that person want you.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he might tell others about me last time.&lt;br /&gt;But I supposed it was really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay if I have a bad reputation with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;I admitted and faced up to it.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would ever have this much courage.&lt;br /&gt;But I still did.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, he did forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;However I'll never forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last whole busy week, I finally have some time for myself recently.&lt;br /&gt;But I find myself asking people out to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I just don't feel like staying alone.&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone to be there by my side, literally.&lt;br /&gt;And then I realise, it was damn hard to have one.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just have to depend on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every text message I received, I wished it was from you.&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/6381436586826552804-879938234020679637?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/879938234020679637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=879938234020679637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't know why but the feeling just don't wanna leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking and thinking about it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried to ask myself why.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find any answer, couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have the guts to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when school reopen, everything will be back to sqaure one again.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, no one get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you.&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/6381436586826552804-4497929051184760979?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4497929051184760979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-6175424876002647139</id><published>2009-06-21T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:59:44.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For Everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is getting dumb-er by second.&lt;br /&gt;It's totally pointless for the conversation to continue.&lt;br /&gt;You're not listening to what I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I do so.&lt;br /&gt;I know my fault long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanted me to change.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, it's never easy to change.&lt;br /&gt;And you never know just how hard I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up trying.&lt;br /&gt;It's too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter what I've done, it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I wanna do, it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say, it's always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if I'm trying so hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand a single thing I've told you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever think about what's really affecting me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what is it that you did makes me really irritated?&lt;br /&gt;If you say wanting me to be puncture is just such a simple thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then what about the one thing I'm asking from you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me then, which is even easier?&lt;br /&gt;Basic respect.&lt;br /&gt;It's really countless times I've told you.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even remember when did I start telling you.&lt;br /&gt;It've been so long..&lt;br /&gt;And nothing change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the one being stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-2794429829120374080</id><published>2009-06-20T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:36:12.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's ridiculous, totally!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This is so damn crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that stupid part of my life to repeat itself again.&lt;br /&gt;That was the most ever regretful part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Self control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Rachel last night, last minute.&lt;br /&gt;But supposingly was going to find Boyfriend at Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;However, I couldn't make it there on time.&lt;br /&gt;Because I only left house at 2030 for town.&lt;br /&gt;And cause of that, we quarrelled again.&lt;br /&gt;Like over and over, it's about the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I said, he never listen.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he said, I take it as nothing.&lt;br /&gt;We both never change.&lt;br /&gt;And thus, things got out of hand, fights and quarrels come along.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I want my honeymoon period back. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when my side are so unstable, he popped out.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I misses that feeling.&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/6381436586826552804-2794429829120374080?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2794429829120374080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-6315230548492650217</id><published>2009-06-19T13:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:59:17.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've never wish for a bus journey to be faster;&lt;br /&gt;never had I ever wish for a bus to arrive earlier.&lt;br /&gt;(Except for times when I'm late. However this isn't the case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, trip to Sentosa was fun!&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it wasn't well planned.&lt;br /&gt;The food are real spicy!&lt;br /&gt;And I went back home with a bad sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least is not as bad as YeMing's and Victor's.&lt;br /&gt;Their bodies are all red!&lt;br /&gt;Mine is only at shoulders there.&lt;br /&gt;And my lips are so sore that is it so red even without lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;This will be the only chance to see my with my red lips.&lt;br /&gt;Cause normally I'd look so pale that my lips will also be pale.&lt;br /&gt;And even if I apply anything, it will definitely not be red like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend keep finding fault with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-652031750877872641</id><published>2009-06-18T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T03:28:20.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boyfriend decided to buy 2 female hamsters after the day I fed the 2 males with cotton candy (candy floss).&lt;br /&gt;One female is still very small.&lt;br /&gt;The other is super duper active.&lt;br /&gt;At first I'm afraid they will fight.&lt;br /&gt;But it seem like they get along well in the cage together.&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to bought some extendion of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the cage just stink much much more after the additional of that 2 hammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to Sentosa in less than 10 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still wide awake!&lt;br /&gt;The girls are gonna kill me when they know this.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to wake up on time.&lt;br /&gt;Which I suppose I can, given the wake up call by Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;And then follow by every ten mintues Grace's call.&lt;br /&gt;All the way until I'm fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will enjoy our class outing.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I really wish it wasn't at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&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/6381436586826552804-652031750877872641?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/652031750877872641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-585504885798520671</id><published>2009-06-15T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:02:56.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just fed my hamsters with candy floss. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-585504885798520671?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/585504885798520671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-963277068676589411</id><published>2009-06-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:13:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dislike your &lt;u&gt;respect&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday skipped my last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;And also missed my breakfast with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;*Guilty*&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who planned, end up I never go.&lt;br /&gt;As said, I owe each of them a meal.&lt;br /&gt;Reason for all this - staying up the whole night before.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, shouldn't have followed boyfriend to Jurong on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt my sleeping time, missed school and such.&lt;br /&gt;Worst is the main purpose of him going down to Jurong gone pointless.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he was supposed to study for his paper.&lt;br /&gt;But I was there, so he couldn't concentrate much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, went Haiji Lane or was it Arab Street?&lt;br /&gt;Whichever, went there for sheesha with a bunch of crazy guys.&lt;br /&gt;And it was a terrible choice.&lt;br /&gt;Venue sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature sucks.&lt;br /&gt;People sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesha sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Though it was my first time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not enjoying any of my time there.&lt;br /&gt;For the fact of it, I never once smoke anyway.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'd very much rather boyfriend always go sheesha-ing than smoking every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think the only few things I like there would be the UV light and probably the TV show and the music.&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly the candle could be added in as well.&lt;br /&gt;But halfway through, the candle died off.&lt;br /&gt;So I got nothing to look at after they switched off the TV.&lt;br /&gt;And actually, I couldn't hear much of the music due to the few other groups of people being damn noisy. (Even though we aren't very quiet as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a change.&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/6381436586826552804-963277068676589411?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/963277068676589411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=963277068676589411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/963277068676589411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/963277068676589411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/15th.html' title='15th.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-2003673248937883441</id><published>2009-06-05T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:15:39.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.T.W</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was the last day of examination.&lt;br /&gt;OFA was the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;And I already knew I had made at least one mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;PAC was another headache.&lt;br /&gt;The outcome was totally ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Hais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's mood hasn't been good.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I believe it's one of the worse.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Those things are avoidable.&lt;br /&gt;But it still happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you want me to respect you.&lt;br /&gt;At least show me some basic respect first.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I'm still a girl.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tomboy I am, how close I'm to/with you.&lt;br /&gt;I still need the respect for a girl from a guy.&lt;br /&gt;No point showing me those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I don't take that.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be idiotic, I'll show you what it really means.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show me attitude, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;But don't complain that I'm always showing you attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lost something very precious. )=&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/6381436586826552804-2003673248937883441?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-60169354165023746</id><published>2009-05-27T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:41:12.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I didn't know there are so many misunderstanding/conflicts and what-so-ever around me.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought this class is a very bonding one.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone finding fault with another.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose they are the type that can laugh together but can't cry together.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put it as, they enjoy with you.&lt;br /&gt;But you suffer alone.&lt;br /&gt;Is that always the case?&lt;br /&gt;During Primary school, we're still too immature to understand things like this.&lt;br /&gt;During Secondary school, we only hang out with people who are close to you.&lt;br /&gt;Though backstabbers are everywhere as well.&lt;br /&gt;During Nitec, people are just making use of others.&lt;br /&gt;Either as a companion or just a stepping stone.&lt;br /&gt;Now in Higher Nitec, people don't just backstabbing.&lt;br /&gt;They would just directly kill you right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Should I classified all this as immature/childish?&lt;br /&gt;I know it's totally none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;But look, I'm gonna be with this class for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the middle person/the good person/the bad person.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe leaving it neutral would be the best.&lt;br /&gt;Why care?&lt;br /&gt;They don't even bother about you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;I thought things can be better here.&lt;br /&gt;Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose thing went overboard.&lt;br /&gt;A supposing fun topic actually make someone totally upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;But it seem like no one notice.&lt;br /&gt;Saddening.&lt;br /&gt;Today is just now a very nice day, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better one, not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having PAC mock test tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Plus due date for BZE tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible me.&lt;br /&gt;To think that I actually took cab to school.&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of having my attendance marked for SW.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up with no attendance due to my stubbornness and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SW teacher is a very fucked up one.&lt;br /&gt;Not flexible, not reliable and a total gone case for a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I'm not the type that like to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;She simply just make me dislike Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope things would be better. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-6933088707471094876</id><published>2009-05-27T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:26:03.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School with 2 lessons for today.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pang seh&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;Grace also didn't come school.&lt;br /&gt;Both lazy bums. =P&lt;br /&gt;And then Ikea at Tampines with YeMing.&lt;br /&gt;Super fun.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;I like the meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;But the cheesecake taste weird.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with boyfriend after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then down to YanXiang's until late.&lt;br /&gt;Cause was doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly find myself in a whole loads of homework.&lt;br /&gt;CMB project, I don't know a thing yet.&lt;br /&gt;BZE, tutorial 3.&lt;br /&gt;LPD, resume and cover letter.&lt;br /&gt;PAC, actually nothing for this, just that there is one assignment I haven't do due to absent.&lt;br /&gt;See!&lt;br /&gt;All the modules got at least one thing to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better avoid boyfriend recently.&lt;br /&gt;He's getting hot temper lately.&lt;br /&gt;Do guys have PMS too?&lt;br /&gt;Or he is the only one?&lt;br /&gt;X=&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/6381436586826552804-6933088707471094876?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6933088707471094876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5046787969098681510</id><published>2009-05-25T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:36:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eye swollen, blocked nose and flu.&lt;br /&gt;All because of dusts!&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Make me suffer so much this few days.&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Tampines to see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; doctor.&lt;br /&gt;She one shot gave me a cream to apply for my eye, a pack of tablets for swollen, another pack for easy breathing/comforting my nose and another of antibiotics .&lt;br /&gt;All together with a slip of MC for today.&lt;br /&gt;Plus being exempted from Physical training for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Damn shiok!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday no need to suffer that crazy woman lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed out a lot on school stuffs since last week.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't attend school this morning due to my eye.&lt;br /&gt;And, well, was kinda lazy also.&lt;br /&gt;School's getting better everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still not enjoying myself there.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want things to turn out bad.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna continue my studies.&lt;br /&gt;At least a Diploma would be a lot better.&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/6381436586826552804-5046787969098681510?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5046787969098681510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7436043618828661014</id><published>2009-05-24T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:30:20.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I handed in my Case Study 1 on the dot at 4.30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe just slightly later than that.&lt;br /&gt;But still acceptable alright!&lt;br /&gt;I still took cab back to school just for that.&lt;br /&gt;The worst is, when I asked another teacher for call for my teacher to come out, he went into the staff room and say, "Erick, 有小孩子找你!"&lt;br /&gt;Which means, "Erick, got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little kid&lt;/span&gt; looking for you!"&lt;br /&gt;YanXiang just stood there and laughed on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Then that Erick Chua come out and say, "You little kid then my nephew is what?"&lt;br /&gt;Irritating lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I only just realise yesterday that IT fair started this week.&lt;br /&gt;Once I have not work for fairs, I forgotten the date of it.&lt;br /&gt;Last time used to have people updating me about me.&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to do the job for this and that.&lt;br /&gt;I think I rejected too many offers.&lt;br /&gt;They never contact me anymore!&lt;br /&gt;And it's bad because I want a job so badly now.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm afraid that I can't cope with studies and work together.&lt;br /&gt;The person that's gonna suffer most from my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unable to cope-ness&lt;/span&gt; will be boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, very naturally, I'll tends to vent my stress/unhappiness/anger on him then.&lt;br /&gt;Hais!&lt;br /&gt;See how is my result before I go searching for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;分手两年后我还是想着你&lt;br /&gt;多久没有见过你现在你住在哪里&lt;br /&gt;只怕有一天我们都会老去&lt;br /&gt;只想留一点回忆&lt;br /&gt;能够让我们依靠&lt;br /&gt;为什么人总要等到失去才珍惜&lt;br /&gt;我来不及想告诉你&lt;br /&gt;要永远不分离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6381436586826552804-7436043618828661014?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7436043618828661014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7436043618828661014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7436043618828661014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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can't find a suitable article!&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is the due date.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna be in deep trouble.&lt;br /&gt;So many assignments have not done.&lt;br /&gt;So many things not yet do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding my time is not enough for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time thing used to be..&lt;br /&gt;I have too much time in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm lacking of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda regret not going school today though.&lt;br /&gt;I missed a lot of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, whether coming back to school is the right thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;My environment keep changing time and again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not used to adapting.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as easy anymore.&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/6381436586826552804-9066667963141754303?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-1755600904845272248</id><published>2009-05-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:56:05.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He said he was being childish 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I say, it was more like I was darn stupid then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a great outing today.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so great now.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is like finally I lifted the burden off me.&lt;br /&gt;However, there's something like emptiness inside me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been quarreling with boyfriend lately.&lt;br /&gt;My emotions have been going up and down dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Time for self reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&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/6381436586826552804-1755600904845272248?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1755600904845272248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=1755600904845272248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/1755600904845272248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/1755600904845272248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah.html' title='Yeah.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7849582952181045596</id><published>2009-05-14T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:39:03.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two days back.&lt;br /&gt;Things become worse though.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought everything is turning out fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not.&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/6381436586826552804-7849582952181045596?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7849582952181045596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7849582952181045596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7849582952181045596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7849582952181045596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/14th.html' title='14th'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-5904871570683818081</id><published>2009-05-09T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:46:41.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baluku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The big big bump on my head is still there!&lt;br /&gt;And it still hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Roar!&lt;br /&gt;And my hamster bited me.&lt;br /&gt;So naughty.&lt;br /&gt;That 2 hamsters got 2 totally different personality.&lt;br /&gt;One is super active.&lt;br /&gt;The other is super lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Always sleep sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been a bit out of this world when I was schooling the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't seems to know what's happening around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, school, home/out, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And it just keep repeating over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I think I neglected a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, few weeks back..&lt;br /&gt;Someone - rare, requested to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;Which was like, a super duper big shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been imagining when will this ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;However, sadly, it was too late then.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was having school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;And I never hear from the messager since then.&lt;br /&gt;So ended up, no meeting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think humans are a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Literally, this is a world full of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because we always do useless stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Things that have side effects.&lt;br /&gt;Or even things that directly affect people around, or even the person themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It's just something we can't control or change.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm kinda looking forward to the day the world end.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I feel in school.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is so carefree.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I never wanna step into the working environment ever again.&lt;br /&gt;It's so freaking stress up every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened at work doesn't seems to affect.&lt;br /&gt;But whenever upon reaching home, everything that seems to disappear,&lt;br /&gt;just appear outta nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;I always just don't have the time and energy to react to it.&lt;br /&gt;School is a total different.&lt;br /&gt;I go to school, study or maybe just slacking around, cause basically, I know almost all of what those teachers are teaching currently.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have anything that appear out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;I can just go to bed peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, those were the stress caused by my families.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe everything was just an illision.&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/6381436586826552804-5904871570683818081?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5904871570683818081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=5904871570683818081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5904871570683818081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/5904871570683818081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/baluku.html' title='Baluku.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-535673590466677615</id><published>2009-05-08T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:38:35.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bought my hamster yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Both males though.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we didn't want them to breed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I think they must be so poor thing to endure the ride home from White Sand all the way to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we took cab back and not bus.&lt;br /&gt;If not, they might have already fainted halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the worst part came true.&lt;br /&gt;I was really worried about leaving them with my Grandma at home.&lt;br /&gt;Cause after seeing how she used to treat Kiki.&lt;br /&gt;I just have those phobia of leaving small animals with her.&lt;br /&gt;Is not like she will abuse them.&lt;br /&gt;But more like giving them the wrong things to eat.&lt;br /&gt;And, well, maybe just slightly more violent with them.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, that's how they used to treat pets/animals in the past.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back about an hour plus ago, my hamsters were squeaking!&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Perphaps is the tv volume was too loud.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe something did really happened when I wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend was scared the hell outta him when he heard them squeaking.&lt;br /&gt;He got so worried about them, and kinda ignored me when I was in terrible stomachache just now.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Boyfriend's mother and a few others of his relatives just head over to Shanghai today.&lt;br /&gt;I went down the aiport to send them off also.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda weird though.&lt;br /&gt;His daddy was there too.&lt;br /&gt;The super scary looking face he has.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't talk to me also.&lt;br /&gt;And Boyfriend bought Kinder Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;It is damn expensive, S$8.00 for 3 chocolate eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Er, it's S$7.50 with the GST though.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still damn expensive!&lt;br /&gt;So, it was one for me, one for himself and one for his sister.&lt;br /&gt;After sending them off, the two of us went to see aeroplanes taking off.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't saw much but saw a lot of weird weird aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;White Sand again, to collect my contact lenses and he buy his stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And accompanied him to see doctor at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I saw Noel with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;So long didn't see him, we were like staring at each other first then smile.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to see the doctor more than he does.&lt;br /&gt;Because he bumped my head against the wall edge when I went his house to put my bag.&lt;br /&gt;What a big bully he is.&lt;br /&gt;And it's really swollen right now.&lt;br /&gt;Damn pain.&lt;br /&gt;I was having trouble washing my hair just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;So tired after waking up constantly so early for 5 days.&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/6381436586826552804-535673590466677615?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/535673590466677615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-4353371477589540661</id><published>2009-05-02T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:02:15.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm stucked!&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgotten how to do my PAC homework.&lt;br /&gt;Either I'm too lazy to really think or I really forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not in the study mood already.&lt;br /&gt;Like just after a week of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed, my tummy is getting bigger and bigger, rounder and rounder!&lt;br /&gt;I must have ate too much unhealthy food throughout the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;It's like everytime I got nothing to do, I'll find snacks to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I bet when I start my SW, I'd have a terrible time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I haven't get my SW shirt yet.&lt;br /&gt;And polo tees...&lt;br /&gt;And skirt... I think I only need one more.&lt;br /&gt;AND A 90% BLACK SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;That's the stupidest part.&lt;br /&gt;I saw one that I really like at Converse.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend said wanna keep hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;And he only can keep them at my house.&lt;br /&gt;How nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;Throw the responsibility to me.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I also wanna keep.&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Shall wait until his next payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to my homework.&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/6381436586826552804-4353371477589540661?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4353371477589540661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=4353371477589540661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4353371477589540661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/4353371477589540661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/start.html' title='Start.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-3760742361873041638</id><published>2009-05-01T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:58:32.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a long long week.&lt;br /&gt;School got me waking up at 7 almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;So glad that it's public holiday tomorrow, or rather later.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend wanna bring me to roller blading again.&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;Because he is so dead like a log on my bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;He actually just went to wash his legs without me nagging.&lt;br /&gt;And then automatically went up my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda realise that I tends to neglect him when I'm using the laptop/desktop.&lt;br /&gt;Like becoming my bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake him up later and chase him home.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this thinking of doing my homework right now.&lt;br /&gt;But it is like insane.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time.&lt;br /&gt;I bet my mind is half asleep already.&lt;br /&gt;After so many days lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today lessons were fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cause basically we weren't having any lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Except in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first time I ever laugh so much in a day after so long.&lt;br /&gt;The 6 of us went to Junction8 had lunch during our 2 hours break.&lt;br /&gt;Few of those malays actually went all the way to Causeway Point.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd be too lazy for that. =P&lt;br /&gt;BZE teacher was blur.&lt;br /&gt;He actually didn't remember that our lesson was on 2PM.&lt;br /&gt;He came at nearly 3.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole lesson chit chatting.&lt;br /&gt;Then CA didn't teach much.&lt;br /&gt;I think he did teach.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;Because those are things that I already knew.&lt;br /&gt;So I was playing facebook all the time.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lesson was ended within 10min.&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want boyfriend to fetch me from school!&lt;br /&gt;But last lesson was supposed to end at 5, and today it's 4.10.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go all the way down to Tampines and look for him.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus with Dorothy and chatted about those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;Not sex, porn or whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Tampines around 6.30PM.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend was having R3 and R4 at 6.50PM.&lt;br /&gt;So it was totally no point for me to go down actually.&lt;br /&gt;But that guy was so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;So to avoid conflict with him, I went down.&lt;br /&gt;And he missed his R3 and R4.&lt;br /&gt;And BLAME me for that.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'm not holding the responsibilty.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it have totally nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna buy my bag, water bottle and shoes tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Damn BishanITE.&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just wear any shoes?&lt;br /&gt;And that place is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;I might dehydrate there anytime.&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/6381436586826552804-3760742361873041638?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3760742361873041638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=3760742361873041638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3760742361873041638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/3760742361873041638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiring.html' title='Tiring.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6381436586826552804.post-7052356557902748105</id><published>2009-04-27T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:50:38.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First day of school!&lt;br /&gt;Met Jacqueline and Wanling at foyer.&lt;br /&gt;Was late, took cab.&lt;br /&gt;And damn!&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard to get a cab in the morning at my area.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I was so odd one out!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm the only one wearing home clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda attention seeker lehs.&lt;br /&gt;But no choice, no more stock for smaller size uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Have to wait until Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my class's fun!&lt;br /&gt;I was real worry about being alone for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;However, they didn't left me out much.&lt;br /&gt;Greatly appreciated it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons in computer labs are okay.&lt;br /&gt;But lessons in classroom is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;I could just sit there, doing nothing and still sweat.&lt;br /&gt;It's really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Can't they either add more fans or even air conditioners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Have to reach school by 7.50am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate POA/PAC.&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/6381436586826552804-7052356557902748105?l=the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7052356557902748105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6381436586826552804&amp;postID=7052356557902748105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7052356557902748105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6381436586826552804/posts/default/7052356557902748105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-attitude-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot.html' title='Hot.'/><author><name>Desiree</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NO8TlzqFvVU/Tb7NX5QWHQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Who2DFvXBRc/s220/215301_2000164968035_1360881790_32333463_7760617_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
