<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:37:41.702+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The pig that wanted a cold berry rub</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110414801360026126</id><published>2004-12-27T22:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:46:53.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A pity a pity.&lt;br /&gt;Imma moving again!&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;It's absolutely irritating that whenever I am in a new relationship I gotta move to a new blog coz sometimes, some ex-es girlfriends, friends, buddies, whatever, just like to "stick their nose plus foot" into my blog and leave a dumb comment thinking that they KNOW IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, young lil farts who are obviously some bloody kaypohchee like to look sneaky lil info so that they can suck up to their elders.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now sucker.&lt;br /&gt;Have a low life losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110414801360026126?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110414801360026126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110414801360026126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110414801360026126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110414801360026126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/pity-pity.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110396744549140334</id><published>2004-12-25T20:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T21:55:23.636+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just reached &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; a couple of hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that being insulted AND scolded the moment i stepped outta the airport..&lt;br /&gt;Isn't exactly the best thing to happen to someone who hasn't been back for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;started right away that she looked at me and she felt nauseous, coz she couldn't believe how fat I am..&lt;br /&gt;And she said she detested me, coz I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is disastrous, and she kept insisting that she knows what's going on in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Melbourne &lt;/span&gt;and all that bull.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, she also added that my friends (aka Dom) are terribly terrified of telling it in my face that I am a fat shit coz they are scared to get scoldings from me?&lt;br /&gt;Hence their answers are always "Auntie I don't kno or Auntie you see for yourself"&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting to add what a terrible housemate I am because of feedback from my friends. (aka Dom).&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pointing fingers at anyhone but I think I had enough of bullshit from my &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt; because of the feedback or rather so called feedback she got from Dom.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop crying on the car ride way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes may I add, she say she's gonna bring me go make a will right away coz she say I'll die of a heart attack and a stroke soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only comforting that happened is that the moment I got home, I saw Dad.&lt;br /&gt;After stopped crying for 5 mins, the whole process started again.&lt;br /&gt;I started pouring and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pa&lt;/span&gt; had a shock.&lt;br /&gt;He figured out what happened, probably "kenna" from her the 1st day I am back.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a very comforting hug, guess that's all I need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dearest &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;The past 1 month has been awesome, and I'm glad that things for us are only getting better.&lt;br /&gt;I want you here with me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110396744549140334?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110396744549140334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110396744549140334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110396744549140334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110396744549140334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-just-reached-singapore-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110364019935836111</id><published>2004-12-22T01:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:50:42.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, just a lil update from my life.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging for a week? Good lord!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the call that made my day was from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;SIA&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;A lady called regarding my air tix, it's booked on Christmas for my return to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Not the 24th anymore!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*jumps around madly once again =D&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, I'm set to go back on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm really happy about it haha...&lt;br /&gt;Lalala...&lt;br /&gt;No not coz I get to spend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; with my family, duh -_-"&lt;br /&gt;But coz I get to spend my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; morning in Melbourne =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I just had a haircut again..&lt;br /&gt;Now now, don't get freaked out when you guys see me in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not... not a butch..., just wanted a change.&lt;br /&gt;Very liberating as compared to my permed hair look half a year ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Lost and Delirious&lt;/span&gt; for a 2nd time with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I watched it, I cried a river.&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I cried a lil stream. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I love the show. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so.. so depressing =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not a lesbian, are you crazy? I'm just Paulie in love with Tori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110364019935836111?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110364019935836111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110364019935836111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110364019935836111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110364019935836111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-yeah-just-lil-update-from-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110309271191781178</id><published>2004-12-15T17:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T17:38:31.916+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is always a reason something is password protected.&lt;br /&gt;For example an email.&lt;br /&gt;DUH. &lt;br /&gt;Why? Because an email consists of your communication with other people and yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the good thing about emails nowadays is that you lose your password, they will send the password to another email of yours that you have when you initially signed up with that new email, in my case, my GMAIL.&lt;br /&gt;Someone.... obviously someone close to me, has attempted to crack my password.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, VERY unforunately, they sent an email to my HOTMAIL telling me to reset my password.&lt;br /&gt;Why so? Coz someone requested to "get" my password.&lt;br /&gt;How smart.&lt;br /&gt;Think again before you try, you fucking moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110309271191781178?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110309271191781178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110309271191781178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110309271191781178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110309271191781178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/there-is-always-reason-something-is.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110300701541309369</id><published>2004-12-14T17:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:51:55.176+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super sian.&lt;br /&gt;Just read an article on online &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Straits Time&lt;/span&gt;s and found out that a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E teacher from NYJC &lt;/span&gt;passed away.&lt;br /&gt;I think he took on our class a couple of times for Mass PE in NY.&lt;br /&gt;He had a funny name, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lim Chih Hong&lt;/span&gt;, and as far as I remembered, we made fun of his name couple of times during my 1st 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;He was involved in a car crash while on a honeymoon with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them died instantly as they crashed into a mail-delivary truck.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/sub/singapore/story/0,5562,290396,00.html?"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Click here for Article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110300701541309369?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110300701541309369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110300701541309369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110300701541309369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110300701541309369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/super-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110286913112488497</id><published>2004-12-13T03:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T03:32:11.123+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find it extremely irritating when I meet those fucked up Aussie blokes who thinks that they can give lesbians a better time just coz they've got dicks.&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, get a fucking life.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago while at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;North Melbourne's IGA&lt;/span&gt; I met this half drunk red neck bloke who saw me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt; walking and yelled,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I COULD GIVE YOU A BETTER TIME CMON! I'LL LET YOU CHAIN ME UP. I'LL MAKE YOU XXXX XXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXX XXX&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ok you get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;I got real mad and yelled back while I walked away "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;FUCK YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Obviously that fucker didn't get it, and carried on&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I'LL GIVE YOU A GOOD TIME, I'LL XXXXX XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ok you get the gist again.&lt;br /&gt;This time round I yelled a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;FUCK YOU and gave him a _|_ finger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bugger didn't get it and carried on yelling as we walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to walk up and punch him if not for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt; making me ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Toorak&lt;/span&gt;, met this buncha old lesbians who were sitting down having coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I think 1 of them spot us walking, and told the other, and the others turned over to stare.&lt;br /&gt;1 of them smiled and gave me thumbs up and said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Have a good time&lt;/span&gt;!" in a very cheerful tone.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are aussies, but why those fucking black sheeps really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Rathi&lt;/span&gt; is back and I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;As I cleaned the maggots out of the thrash, I thought of how the hierarchy in the house for cleaning worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Dom&gt;Rathi&gt;Me&gt;Sheryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110286913112488497?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110286913112488497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110286913112488497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110286913112488497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110286913112488497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-find-it-extremely-irritating-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110273401097909871</id><published>2004-12-11T13:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T14:49:35.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah... What a night at Khokalat with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Trinity kids and my lovely housemates&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Bump and grind, bump and grind..&lt;br /&gt;A pity there was way way WAY too lil crowd awww....&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Qiaoru's&lt;/span&gt; birthday today..&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th Birthday you idiot!&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had fun, and I hope the rest did, it's the company that matters yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v620/chingsthurr/DSC03548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mutters lao zha bo....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110273401097909871?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110273401097909871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110273401097909871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110273401097909871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110273401097909871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110257432788200996</id><published>2004-12-09T17:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:39:30.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a pig that wanted a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;belly rub&lt;/u&gt;, cold one preferbaly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It said "Er.. I want a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cold berry rub&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Upon realizing that it came out wrongly, she tried again.&lt;br /&gt;"I mean I want a cold berry rub." (still cannot make it!)&lt;br /&gt;She thinks again, and squeals...&lt;br /&gt;"Cold berry rub!"&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize that this pig REALLY cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, being tongue tied literally she gives up...&lt;br /&gt;"Just give me a cold berry rub..." -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers of this blog, do give this poor pig a rub whenever you guys can ok...&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawings of the pigs done by someone called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not very sure who she is, but I think the drawings of her pigs are rather cute..&lt;br /&gt;Hence this new blog skin =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110257432788200996?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110257432788200996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110257432788200996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110257432788200996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110257432788200996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/once-upon-time-there-was-pig-that.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110252318585728106</id><published>2004-12-09T03:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T03:32:34.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MADE IT, NO NEED TO RE-DO ANY SUBJECTS NEXT SEM!!&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;RATHI&lt;/span&gt; TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;*goes crazy and jumps around my room at 330am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so excited I think I made &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Rathi&lt;/span&gt; -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Called my mother awhile ago and she went -_-"&lt;br /&gt;"Happy for you ok? Erm.. don't call again... Zzzz..."&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110252318585728106?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110252318585728106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110252318585728106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110252318585728106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110252318585728106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-made-it-no-need-to-re-do-any.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110246081704793265</id><published>2004-12-08T10:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T10:09:08.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep after I gave &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Rat&lt;/span&gt; their morning call.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stop thinking the issue that annoyed the LIFE out of me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Integrity&lt;/span&gt; - Zun1 Yan2. Some people, as young adults, have no integrity.&lt;br /&gt;That annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;Another kinda person that annoys me, liars.&lt;br /&gt;People who pretend that yes yes they understand your instructions and do another sorta thing behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon mate, how low can you go?&lt;br /&gt;To do it unintentionally, that's alright, you're forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is if you actually do it on PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;It's really making me a really angry person now.&lt;br /&gt;*growls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;GTFOOMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don't bother asking me who is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110246081704793265?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110246081704793265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110246081704793265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110246081704793265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110246081704793265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-couldnt-sleep-after-i-gave-qiaoru.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110221176787163281</id><published>2004-12-05T13:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T12:56:07.870+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm chatting with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Cec&lt;/span&gt; on MSN now.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me how many close friends do I have now.&lt;br /&gt;3 years back if you asked me, I seriously lost count, yeah there's too many cliques, how to count!&lt;br /&gt;But now when I look at it, I can stick up 1 hand and that's it! (like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Rina&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Cec&lt;/span&gt;, then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Sisterhood&lt;/span&gt; (I consider Sisterhood as 1), then there's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Yuxin&lt;/span&gt; whom I make an extra effort to wanna meet up whenever I go back.&lt;br /&gt;I really do make an extra effort for her, coz.. I think her boyfriend is an asshole?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to put him down this way, but I can't stand the idea of him getting annoyed with u the last time when you had to dua me to meet him in the end after us not meeting up for half a year?&lt;br /&gt;This time round when I go back, it's gonna be nearly a year since I met you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay for more than 1 month, and I hope we really CAN meet up.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I go back, I feel as if everyone has moved on, and you're still stuck with the time frame when you left Singapore the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Sad as it sounds, but true.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I appreciate it a hell lot when friends bother, little sms or calls, or even make an effort to go down to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Paya Lebar Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; for some pasta or just play pool ar &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Parkway&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babes, love you guys loads... aww... lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110221176787163281?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110221176787163281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110221176787163281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110221176787163281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110221176787163281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-chatting-with-cec-on-msn-now.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110208896339708620</id><published>2004-12-04T02:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T02:49:23.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't make everyone happy can I?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Tamade.&lt;br /&gt;Knnbccb.&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much that a (wo)man can take.&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not pointing fingers specifically at anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Did I mention I've got this fetish for cutting my hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I don't know why, but it seems like a new form of destress for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So when you guys see me in Singapore with bald patches please don't freak out yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110208896339708620?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110208896339708620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110208896339708620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110208896339708620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110208896339708620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-cant-make-everyone-happy-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110195926228031570</id><published>2004-12-02T14:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T14:47:42.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt; screwed me up last night.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much shit to blog down, but oh well, didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Quite sian, hope &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; is having fun in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do hope that she finds someone nice, and encouraged her to give &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Xaviere&lt;/span&gt; another go..&lt;br /&gt;Even a summer fling would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;But that stubborn cow.. Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hoping that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;SIA&lt;/span&gt; would call me up soon and tell me that I've got my seat after &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt; please...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna spend christmas in a dreaded land called Singapore where...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. I'm crazy over this song that I've finally found out the title..&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I repeated the song so many times till &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt; got scared of it lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What if God was one of us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just a slob like one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just a stranger on the bus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Trying to make his way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.:Joan Osborne - What if God was one of us:.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110195926228031570?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110195926228031570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110195926228031570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110195926228031570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110195926228031570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/blogger-screwed-me-up-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110186185257315207</id><published>2004-12-01T03:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T11:48:13.986+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;夜闌人靜﹐&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;我獨自一人在這儿寫日記。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;心裡頭覺得有點怪怪﹐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;那種感覺不知該怎麼描述。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;覺得宜點儿煩﹐又有點矛盾。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;有點空虛﹐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;又有點愧疚。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110186185257315207?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110186185257315207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110186185257315207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110186185257315207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110186185257315207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110152644729371732</id><published>2004-11-27T14:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T14:34:07.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:Zoo@Metro"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zoo@Metro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; with Rat, Lib, Lidia and her lil bro&lt;/span&gt; was honestly good.&lt;br /&gt;The MC was fantastic, he was just freestyling and sounded a lil like Fatman Scoop,  the DJs were just woooot!&lt;br /&gt;Music's great, my only complain is, the crowd was WAY TOO STRAIGHT. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;1 more comment, asian guys normally got no balls.&lt;br /&gt;If they wanna dance with you, their friends will push them, knock them into you, annoy the life outta you then tap on your shoulders and smile sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;I ignored 2 of them last night, for 1, seriously cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;For 2, I really don't like guys.&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer grinding with the female species, lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Poor &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lib's lion king&lt;/span&gt; was there, swear to God that guy deserves to die, but then again...&lt;br /&gt;Guys got no balls remember? So fuck'em yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Leona and Anne&lt;/span&gt; there again, real funny idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Leona told me Anne was gone, and real damn high.&lt;br /&gt;Later Anne told me the same thing. *shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;Ay woman, thanks for the shots u treated us to yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I'll be looking forward to clubbing in Singapore with the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sisterhood&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110152644729371732?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110152644729371732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110152644729371732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110152644729371732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110152644729371732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/zoometro-with-rat-lib-lidia-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110144351629070800</id><published>2004-11-26T15:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T15:31:56.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's 27 degrees now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I  a m  s  o  h o t .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110144351629070800?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110144351629070800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110144351629070800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110144351629070800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110144351629070800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-27-degrees-now.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110139183678852448</id><published>2004-11-26T01:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T01:10:36.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling a lil, don't know how to describe. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; left me a letter and I only got to read it AFTER she left.&lt;br /&gt;Great. Didn't get to talk to her before she left, so yeap.&lt;br /&gt;We kinda had a showdown in the afternoon, after she finally confronted me with a question I wanted to avoid for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;I answered truthfully, and I guess it incurred her wrath.&lt;br /&gt;Some may see me as a bitch, coz yes I do have the intention of taking it further with &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt;. (I'm being truthful here)&lt;br /&gt;So if all of ya have to curse and swear at me, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the breakup with Dom changed me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I really am, but pride has held me back from saying the word.&lt;br /&gt;But the day we broke up, it really broke me bad, I know it broke you too, but what has happened cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110139183678852448?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110139183678852448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110139183678852448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110139183678852448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110139183678852448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/feeling-lil-dont-know-how-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110129946308368316</id><published>2004-11-24T23:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:31:03.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed the blog skin =D&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Machi now, wooot!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I swear this Taiwanese Hiphop group rocks my socks totally!&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm turning cheena.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;.:Machi - Jump 2003:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110129946308368316?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110129946308368316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110129946308368316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110129946308368316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110129946308368316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/changed-blog-skin-d-listening-to-machi.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110100379072699732</id><published>2004-11-21T13:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T13:27:08.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went clubbing with the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Trinity kids&lt;/span&gt; last night.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that the night didn't start well, neither did it end well.&lt;br /&gt;I've got issues, major ones, and I gotta keep them under control, no it's not about &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Leona&lt;/span&gt;, she and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt; tried everything to .................................... Thanks a lot =)&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; in the club later, I might have been too harsh a lil and made her cry.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it's not easy, I'm really feeling like shit, and I would only want to talk to her when she's sober.&lt;br /&gt;Then she headed to the toilet to cry. Then all my clubbing khakis went in to console her.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that it's really times like this I'm glad these friends around.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Siew and Em&lt;/span&gt;, thanks a hell lot girls, shit does happen, and I'm glad you guys are around.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of breaking down, had a tendency to punch someone (no it's not &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; I stress) and wanted to walk home immediately, but reckoned that I shouldn't let irrational thoughts get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I really don't mean to make you cry, we'll talk again when you ain't drinking, and hopefully we'll be more clear minded to sort the stuff out. I'm raelly not worth it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sorry for messing up your night too, and yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Leona&lt;/span&gt; your girl is a hella good dancer man =P but I swear she's a real idiot when she started fanning me and dance at the same time I was like &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt;, thanks a hell lot for lending me your shoulder, really glad to be able to talk to you about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;, (I don't know if she reads this) thanks for making me throw up, I really needed it =)&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt; too, I'm really glad that she's around to take care of &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night, these friends of mine displayed their way of caring in different ways and I really appreciate your help a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;I really really really wouldn't have been able to survive the night without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are unbelievable, and friends &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; family =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110100379072699732?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110100379072699732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110100379072699732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110100379072699732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110100379072699732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/went-clubbing-with-trinity-kids-last.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110076423393688451</id><published>2004-11-18T18:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:15:32.783+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Past few days, I've been chilling.. and just chilling..&lt;br /&gt;In the comfort of my own room, seeking solace in Gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally qie-ing with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt; chatting with a few others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty alright lately, tanned a lil with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/span&gt;, which I believe there's still no difference in my skin colour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rat's&lt;/span&gt; paper has finished too, hope she's feeling alright. (HAPPY NOW??)&lt;br /&gt;Guys stink la woman... =P&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yanshan&lt;/span&gt;, that woman always makes me think of stuff I don't realize about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;The JC &lt;strong&gt;CS&lt;/strong&gt; seems to be long gone, I know she hated that &lt;strong&gt;CS&lt;/strong&gt;, lol..&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. I'm just more jaded now. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;I like talking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Yanshan&lt;/span&gt;, she makes me think bad shit about myself =D (Shan-ism)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry sucks man, I shall post another pic of me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Was webcamming with the twins in the afternoon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/piperandme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 21 Year and 6 months today.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's really a new me. *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;This day, really means something to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110076423393688451?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110076423393688451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110076423393688451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110076423393688451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110076423393688451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/past-few-days-ive-been-chilling.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110047343573869038</id><published>2004-11-15T09:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T10:03:55.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get extremely annoyed when people don't let me do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;When I can't have things my way, and when people goes through my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind, karma, karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm together with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt;, you'll be the first to know.&lt;br /&gt;So stop speculating on your blog, and study hard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm single now, and living my own life.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish as it may sound, but I'm contented with how things are between me and you and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't, DO NOT probe and probe, and be paranoid about stuff that will just make the whole house go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;If it happens, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'm at an open end already.&lt;br /&gt;*poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110047343573869038?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110047343573869038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110047343573869038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110047343573869038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110047343573869038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-get-extremely-annoyed-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110021917479305007</id><published>2004-11-12T11:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:26:14.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I can't agree that your request..&lt;br /&gt;Like what Cat say, I'm an Ice queen.&lt;br /&gt;But the day that I'll allow that, is the day when you have no more feelings for me, so yeap.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, study hard and good luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days has been hectic, with people asking me what's going on in my life, people asking my how's my exams..&lt;br /&gt;Technically I screwed my exams up.&lt;br /&gt;How badly?&lt;br /&gt;I've got no idea baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that consequences of posting up such sensitive stuff on the world wide web..&lt;br /&gt;Things spread..&lt;br /&gt;They go back to Singapore, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But this concerns just 2 of us, so I honestly don't care.&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st day, I questioned myself how am I suppose to face the world without you.&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, you asked me if I could pretend that nothing happened, we didn't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd day, I was real confused about everything&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th day, I finally stopped crying and you started.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a few days now, and I've finally feel very stable and won't let anything hurt me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110021917479305007?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110021917479305007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110021917479305007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110021917479305007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110021917479305007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-sorry-that-i-cant-agree-that-your.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-110008539729022733</id><published>2004-11-10T22:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:16:37.290+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But things that has been said, can't be taken back just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I really just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;If giving a choice, perhaps that day shouldn't have happened at all.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many ifs, but I don't want to look back now.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that you are alright.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of good girls out there, much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough for you, please try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;There's been so much ups and downs the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I actually did plan the future, with you.&lt;br /&gt;But after so many times of patches and breaks and quarrels, I guess this story should come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;It's been too painful for you, and for me, it's really for the better of us.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But I really can't feel, and my mind is really made up.&lt;br /&gt;What will happen, will happen in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;If we're meant to be, let fate decide it.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I'll just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who hate me and love her must be shouting in glee now.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever really.&lt;br /&gt;Hate mails can be directed to &lt;a href="mailto:chingy@gmail.com"&gt;chingy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-110008539729022733?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/110008539729022733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=110008539729022733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110008539729022733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/110008539729022733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/for-you-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109992422475852352</id><published>2004-11-09T01:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T01:30:24.756+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>擱淺&lt;br /&gt;那首周杰倫的歌﹐我不停的播着﹐&lt;br /&gt;准確的描述我心中的感受。&lt;br /&gt;那種罪惡感﹐ 沒人能了解。&lt;br /&gt;有時候﹐我真希望感情這回事沒那麼複雜。&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109992422475852352?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109992422475852352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109992422475852352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109992422475852352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109992422475852352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109992350157013340</id><published>2004-11-09T01:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T01:18:21.570+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This heart of mine, has gone.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Like a white washed wall, full of graffiti that has got no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Can't feel.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't.&lt;br /&gt;Only time can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only on our good days, I read as much as I could about me.&lt;br /&gt;Normally it's negative stuff, hardly a positive one.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know lah.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry, I really am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for looking after me during my exam time now, whipping up dinner and stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really appreciate what you are doing for me. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Jay Chou - Ge Qian:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109992350157013340?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109992350157013340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109992350157013340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109992350157013340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109992350157013340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-heart-of-mine-has-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109988112935207611</id><published>2004-11-08T13:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:36:04.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so calm now, it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 days, I've been going crazy, trying to seek solace, tried everything possible.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the point of this entry is that, I have too much in my brain now, and I honestly don't give a fuck about victimizers.&lt;br /&gt;They can eat my cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love issues, exam issues, money issues.&lt;br /&gt;All will be settled in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life, I've met many kinds of people.&lt;br /&gt;People who just take and take&lt;br /&gt;People who just give and give&lt;br /&gt;The kind that I hate most, is the ones who take and take and totally forgets about the fact that they took.&lt;br /&gt;It's an undeniable fact.&lt;br /&gt;They did take.&lt;br /&gt;So..  shut the fuck up =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got less than 24 hours to study.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109988112935207611?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109988112935207611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109988112935207611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109988112935207611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109988112935207611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-so-calm-now-its-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109966389006420290</id><published>2004-11-06T01:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:12:03.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm standing in the middle of the bridge now.&lt;br /&gt;Where one an is broken, the other is torn.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to take a step towards the broken side, I'll be a step further away from the torn.&lt;br /&gt;If I take a step towards the torn side, I'll be a step further away from the broken.&lt;br /&gt;Why is life made up of all such complicated stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Why.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to stabilize, and be in control.&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;*poof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109966389006420290?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109966389006420290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109966389006420290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109966389006420290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109966389006420290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-standing-in-middle-of-bridge-now.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109956086162103805</id><published>2004-11-04T20:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:07:24.250+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days, cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;Distracted by so many things, cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;Gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;People walking around library.&lt;br /&gt;Chit chat chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;And other stuff&lt;br /&gt;*digs hole and buries myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;If this goes on, sem 2 really CANNOT make it -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Concentrated pretty well when Carol was around and we did our planning questions together.&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later got friggin restles, start getting distracted again.&lt;br /&gt;CONCENTRATE ON THE FRIGGIN EXAM LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so damn grrr before. =(&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta numb myself with plenty of RnB now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;SIGH.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109956086162103805?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109956086162103805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109956086162103805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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ebay cars are killing me, gotta stop looking at them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then I see the contact on MSN of the girl that I let down a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at it, I just feel so fucking guilty that I led her for a lil roller coaster ride and just got rid of her like that.&lt;br /&gt;She warned me about herself, that she's dangerous and I played her out before anything happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Argh...&lt;br /&gt;The thought just kills me and makes me feel like a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had the courage to apologize to her, but me being a wuss, tough on the outside, weak on the inside..&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are other lil stuff, that are just bad for my mental health.&lt;br /&gt;Such as gunbound and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;These lil addictions, I'm sucker for them, I wish I could just stop thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Start studying... please.&lt;br /&gt;.:Liz Phair - Why can't I:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109936942482341533?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109936942482341533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109936942482341533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109936942482341533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109936942482341533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/exams-are-coming-yet-im-distracted-by.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109931311172823526</id><published>2004-11-01T23:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:45:11.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So bored of studying I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to work on my &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Origins &lt;/span&gt;essay now, surfed around&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Webraft&lt;/span&gt; student site&lt;br /&gt;(People do that when they are bored)&lt;br /&gt;I found this name that nearly made me puke milk.&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's the deal, the uni email works in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;If your first name is &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ebola&lt;/span&gt; and Last(family) name is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Monkey&lt;/span&gt;, your email would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:e.monkey@unimelb.edu.au"&gt;e.monkey@unimelb.edu.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl... Man.. I pity her..&lt;br /&gt;Her first name is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So common right....&lt;br /&gt;But guess what's her family name....&lt;br /&gt;It's erm &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lowcock&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Not as if her family name isn't bad enough..&lt;br /&gt;the whole email turned out.. to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:s.lowcock@unimelb.edu.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;s.lowcock@unimelb.edu.au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109931311172823526?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109931311172823526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109931311172823526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109931311172823526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109931311172823526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-bored-of-studying-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109922545136005845</id><published>2004-10-31T23:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:25:37.993+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that are plagueing me down big time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My exams are in &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; days time, and I only realised it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The papers that &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt; sent me to sign for the shophouse they bought for me for my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt;, I haven't done so. That must be done in less than 7 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In order to get the papers signed, I gotta do it in front of a lawyer. That would cost me &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;$300&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I got less than &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;$600&lt;/span&gt; to last me till I go back in december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HOW????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109922545136005845?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109922545136005845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109922545136005845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109922545136005845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109922545136005845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/things-that-are-plagueing-me-down-big.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109904321006387459</id><published>2004-10-29T19:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T19:46:50.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been hooked to the idea scamming back dumb scammers who send u dumb emails about sending money and all that bull...&lt;br /&gt;Lately, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; and I were really interested on &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt; cars, hence the surfing and exchanging of emails between those sellers.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, we actually came across 3 scammers and played along a lil.&lt;br /&gt;The emails we got back from them, seemed rather genuine, especially the dude who managed to make 1 of his mails end with a @ebay.com&lt;br /&gt;Bloody ebola monkeys I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ebola monkeys, I saw AN ebola monkey in Uni a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;EWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't mean a monkey monkey here.&lt;br /&gt;I mean something not very-human and quite ugly..&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt; and her lil &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rat&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ron Yau oh Ron Yau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bad bad girl!!!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109904321006387459?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109904321006387459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109904321006387459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109904321006387459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109904321006387459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-been-hooked-to-idea-scamming-back.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109877727336066928</id><published>2004-10-26T17:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:02:12.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping and couldn't stop stereotyping blogs that I see.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few things that I've noticed in most blogs.&lt;br /&gt;If you're in for a good laugh... READ ON... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Singaporean&lt;/span&gt;, you would either be whining who you hate, missing your boyfriend, wondering why love doesn't come your way, cursing Jerry Ong from Singapore Idol, or just be a egoistic narcisstic prick like me who post pics of myself up on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;, your blog would either be cheena, filled with chinese song lyrics (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;applies to most Singaporeans too&lt;/span&gt;) or which girl in the kampong that you'll love to shag (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok I was kidding&lt;/span&gt;), but chances are, I'll have problems deciphering your english =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Hongkonger&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn't say Honkee for the love of Sindy and Sharon&lt;/span&gt;) you'll have all sorts of fancy cute stuff in your blog, and 90% of your blog is pink(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;applies to 14 year old Singaporean girls too&lt;/span&gt;). Not to mention, the V-sign in mostly every picture that you post in the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chinaman&lt;/span&gt;, I wouldn't understand a sh*t in your blog. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually I do, but I pretend that I don't so that I can "click" better with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sophisticated upper class girls from english girls school&lt;/span&gt; and blend in with the rest of the banana Singaporeans&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;If you were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Arab&lt;/span&gt;, I really wouldn't understand your blog. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really won't, now don't come blow up my house please&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt;, you'll be dissing Bush or Kerry, and criticizing all their policies. It makes me wonder why don't they stop blogging and start campaigning for a new political party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Australian&lt;/span&gt;, you.... simply won't blog. Coz you're too backward to hear of something called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I foresee being cursed by everyone who reads the blog, lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not to be held responsible for this, so yeap. Just a random thought&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109877727336066928?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109877727336066928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109877727336066928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109877727336066928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109877727336066928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-was-blog-hopping-and-couldnt-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109863125857009183</id><published>2004-10-25T01:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T01:22:24.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; tells me that I look like a " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 year old Funky auntie who sits in Cafe Cartel sipping coffee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;With THIS HAIRDO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/messy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109863125857009183?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109863125857009183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109863125857009183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109863125857009183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109863125857009183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/dom-tells-me-that-i-look-like-30-year.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109843518233534494</id><published>2004-10-22T18:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T18:53:02.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New haircut @ Dom's hairstylists. =D&lt;br /&gt;Feeling liberated already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/small2edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited with Photoshop with the gain effect to lessen the sharp brightness on the left =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109843518233534494?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109843518233534494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109843518233534494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109843518233534494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109843518233534494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-haircut-doms-hairstylists.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109835738962405913</id><published>2004-10-21T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:16:29.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally figured out why I love &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt; so much.&lt;br /&gt;Because whenever I am so damn angry, I take it out on her.&lt;br /&gt;And all she does is twitch her ears backwards and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later she forgets everything and all she want to do is lick your hands and be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be 1 of the days to start reading "The Notebook" soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109835738962405913?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109835738962405913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109835738962405913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109835738962405913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109835738962405913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-finally-figured-out-why-i-love-piper.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109834418904812002</id><published>2004-10-21T17:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:40:48.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the idea of quarrels/shouts/noise.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst talking to Ma today, she suddenly broke down and told me that she and Dad quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;He was being a freaking stubborn and unreasonable moron.&lt;br /&gt;He screamed at her, insisting he's right, she does the same.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, Ma is her cool self, Dad's fucking mouth, has to call her ONE damn name that most woman would find derogratory.&lt;br /&gt;Ma cried like mad, and someone the tear virus just got transmitted across the phoneline.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all like that.&lt;br /&gt;Why.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;just shut the fucking trap.&lt;br /&gt;Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109834418904812002?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109834418904812002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109834418904812002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109834418904812002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109834418904812002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hate-idea-of-quarrelsshoutsnoise.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109819319038155315</id><published>2004-10-19T23:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T23:39:50.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me how cool &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;A bright pink &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bond's&lt;/span&gt; singlet for her.&lt;br /&gt;An a "Lesbian" pillow case cover at the background bought from &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ig's Heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My gay bitch =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/gaypiper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dom's&lt;/span&gt; new camera rocks, woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109819319038155315?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109819319038155315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109819319038155315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109819319038155315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109819319038155315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/tell-me-how-cool-piper-is_19.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109809306507216358</id><published>2004-10-18T19:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T19:51:05.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt; called me yesterday to talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;Yak yak yak, yak yak yak.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she asked me, "You remember you niece &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yiling&lt;/span&gt; right?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "yeah? why wassup with her?"&lt;br /&gt;She went like "She just got married last month!"&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fell off the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, she's my niece, only 21, (same age as me) and married?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Not a good thing, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Good lord.&lt;br /&gt;This is erm.. A lil too much for me to take, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I knew she wasn't the studious type all along, mixed with the wrong company, and her step mother is one hell of a fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But she was a good girl, and some part of me just wish that I was closer to her during our teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;Things might have turned out different.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109809306507216358?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109809306507216358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109809306507216358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109809306507216358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109809306507216358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/ma-called-me-yesterday-to-talk-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109798428985801826</id><published>2004-10-17T13:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:38:09.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nic's 20th yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Sindy, Lib came down, and we whipped up dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say that I really shouldn't have taken my chikuteh (chicken bakuteh) because of my gastric flu.&lt;br /&gt;But it was all good, the char siew chicken wing, egg plant and my chickuteh was pretty yummy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; mixed drinks for them later in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Remininced the good old times in Chung Cheng, and &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; found out what the hell does chibusa mean.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/homiesforlife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta check out the old photo where we had that we took in Chung Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;Man! It'll be a hell of a comparison haha...&lt;br /&gt;Here's the birthday girl and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/bdaegirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seating partner that I had.&lt;br /&gt;The one that endured my mess.&lt;br /&gt;The one that endured my bitings.&lt;br /&gt;The one that endured my whinings.&lt;br /&gt;The one that endured my shit basically =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about me puking and lau-saing yesterday, hope it didn't scare you guys =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109798428985801826?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109798428985801826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109798428985801826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109798428985801826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109798428985801826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/nics-20th-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109790716331874442</id><published>2004-10-16T16:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T16:12:43.316+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jerry Ong's FINALLY outta Singapore Idol, good lord!&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I'm beginning to sound like a Singapore Idol groupie, it's NOT GOOD at all, lol..&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta say that the videos are honestly darn entertaining. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt; my lil shithead went to dig the bin yesterday, as a result, guess what I found in her fur..&lt;br /&gt;A dead spider, and rice stuck to her fur.&lt;br /&gt;Rat and I had to pull out the dirt outta her face with all the baby wipes that we got.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shithead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy 20th &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Chinling&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Still prefer calling you that, lol..&lt;br /&gt;Bakuteh will be served promptly with the other 2 dishes that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lib and Sindy&lt;/span&gt; will prepare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done any studying this week.&lt;br /&gt;Not good, NOT good.&lt;br /&gt;Been down with gastric flu the past 2 days, it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore was a lil traumatized by a certain noise made by a certain someone with a certain someone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109790716331874442?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109790716331874442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109790716331874442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109790716331874442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109790716331874442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/jerry-ongs-finally-outta-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109768623672155076</id><published>2004-10-14T02:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:50:36.720+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My famous quote "Here in Melbourne, friends are family" seems to be getting around.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when friendship starts going downhill, maybe all it needs is a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An apology, an apologetic person, an open mind, a forgiving person&lt;/em&gt;, and a new friendship is ready to go again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all deserve a 2nd chance in life.&lt;br /&gt;I believe we do.&lt;br /&gt;My previous entry sounded a lil harsh, but we are human after all.&lt;br /&gt;It may sound so fucking easy when I say forgive, but when it's over, just let and live.&lt;br /&gt;The damn troubled bitchy betraying lil world around us, might just be a better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too messed up myself to be involved in politics, I just wish, all these was just a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;We've all been through betrayals, bitchings, hurtings, all that shit that any good or bad friend can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But forgiveness is something I believe, that is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;Till today, I find it easy to preach to someone about forgiveness, but I can't fucking handle it myself.&lt;br /&gt;The fucking bitch who betrayed me in AHS, till today, I wish she'll burn, just fucking burn.&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;Coz what she done to me, is unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;It still haunts me today, but without her, I wouldn't be where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;At least not in Melbourne, not great friends like &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yuxin, Cecilia, Janani, Jeslyn and my great housemates Rathi and Sheryl plus the love of my life Dom&lt;/span&gt; and many others would I have met.&lt;br /&gt;In some way, I look at that shit that happened, and see that I do get something positive out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Let and live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs to be done, will be done on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a better day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a day on &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 22nd birthday my love&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109768623672155076?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109768623672155076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109768623672155076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109768623672155076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109768623672155076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-famous-quote-here-in-melbourne.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109767146926743302</id><published>2004-10-13T22:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:44:29.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointment sets in when you have expectations.&lt;br /&gt;You have certain expectations when you are close to someone.&lt;br /&gt;The image portrayed by people, allow you to set certain standards and think of what you may expect from them.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, life's just a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I didn't have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;Coz friends are family, and family don't do shit to hurt another one.&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dedicated to a friend who was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Good to hear that you're doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109767146926743302?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109767146926743302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109767146926743302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109767146926743302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109767146926743302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/disappointment-sets-in-when-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109759098607220893</id><published>2004-10-13T01:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T00:23:06.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; found out what I got for her even before she saw it.&lt;br /&gt;No not coz it's her wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;No not coz someone told her.&lt;br /&gt;But coz she was at my desktop and her buddy &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; msged me again while I was preparing dinner.&lt;br /&gt;So, the very smart &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; suspected that something was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Through my Chat logs she found out I got her everything on her wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;Next she found out that &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; planned to surprise her 1 day after her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone in for &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; stew? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding la &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;, you're still the cutest &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; I know la.. =x&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I left &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; with nothing to buy coz I bought &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; a big Northface bag, a maglight, a Spanish phrase book and a Gecko shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda broke, but the look on &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom's&lt;/span&gt; face is priceless =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled to Crown to catch Sharktale.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome show, must watch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Happy 5th Monthliversary once again my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109759098607220893?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109759098607220893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109759098607220893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109759098607220893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109759098607220893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/dom-found-out-what-i-got-for-her-even.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109754336432711416</id><published>2004-10-12T11:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T11:09:24.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a lovely 5 months =)&lt;br /&gt;Shall whip up dinner tonight to remember this day, haha... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weather is SO HOT, it's NOT funny.&lt;br /&gt;Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; and I are melting in my room and I'm in good mind to permanently move to Dom's room if not for &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a peak of 32 degrees today.&lt;br /&gt;HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that I wish they never stop raining.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm in good mind to shave &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt; totally bald in case she dies of a heat stroke when I'm back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;That irritating lil bugger would look so ugly, but doesn't matter, I love her the same, lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109754336432711416?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109754336432711416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109754336432711416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109754336432711416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109754336432711416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-been-lovely-5-months-shall-whip-up.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109731590385648477</id><published>2004-10-09T19:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T20:14:36.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My assignments have finally all ended, did pretty ok for the last research essay..&lt;br /&gt;A h2 =D.. Waiting for the rest to come back.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was chatting with&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Rat and Siew&lt;/span&gt; after lects.&lt;br /&gt;She saw the bruises that I had (from &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;) and was kinda shocked, haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; and I were fighting and pinching each other to death..&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the 2 percent who are in a violent homosexual domestic violence. =P&lt;br /&gt;Poor me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke of a few pretty scandalous people in &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some of which, just reached here..&lt;br /&gt;*tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;Scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;Bitched about some people who always had the illusion that some people simply can't let go of them..&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, just can't stand the sight that people are happier than them..&lt;br /&gt;*sings.. Black black heart...&lt;br /&gt;Just glad that these pests are gonna leave my area soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reminincing the road trip with &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Where I couldn't stop singing Maroon 5's She will be loved in order to keep &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; awake..&lt;br /&gt;And waving to those big burly man who drives the HUMONGOUS truckers..&lt;br /&gt;If my memory doesn't fail me, I think most of them waved back when I wave at the, =D&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for february =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the "The Notebook" baby =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109731590385648477?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109731590385648477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109731590385648477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109731590385648477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109731590385648477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-assignments-have-finally-all-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109724747431125540</id><published>2004-10-09T01:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T00:57:54.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://similarminds.com/images/leader/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rathi is Ghandi.&lt;br /&gt;And I am erm. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109724747431125540?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109724747431125540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109724747431125540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109724747431125540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109724747431125540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109714761865807843</id><published>2004-10-07T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:19:58.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love the new blog skin =D&lt;br /&gt;It's a tribute to the dudes and babes who's made a difference in a life...&lt;br /&gt;Be it housemates, clubbing mates, bitching partners..&lt;br /&gt;Friends, are family.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget the one who I love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you don't see your pic here, either you're not important enough..&lt;br /&gt;Or.. You just haven't taken a picture standing next to me..&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hint hint to all those who wants to be on it hahaha... =x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love you guys, thanks for being with me, be it the best period or darkest period.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! You guys are a part of me, and will always be =D&lt;br /&gt;*muackz muackz muackz (my goosebumps all coming up lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109714761865807843?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109714761865807843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109714761865807843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109714761865807843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109714761865807843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-new-blog-skin-d-its-tribute-to.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109694310038325686</id><published>2004-10-05T13:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:29:29.873+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't believe it, my gym membership photo TURNED OUT LIKE THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Think I look more like someone who lost her eyes in an accident on the ORBITUARY PAGE.&lt;br /&gt;*curses Melbourne Uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/gym.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I signed up for gym with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;, figured that I've been gaining too much extra weight, so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Ran on the threadmill on sunday, 30 benchpress, 30 backpress or I don't know what it's called, and some other rowing and cycling shit was done in the uni gym.&lt;br /&gt;I feel fitter already lol =x (pops some chocalates into the mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through my old mails, got reminded of a few arguements I had with&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Cec and Yuxin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just glad that we're still chummy. =)&lt;br /&gt;Take care girls, miss you 2 loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Jay Chou - Wai Po:.&lt;br /&gt;p.s &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cec&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna kil you for not informing Jay chou's new album is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109694310038325686?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109694310038325686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109694310038325686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109694310038325686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109694310038325686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dont-believe-it-my-gym-membership.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109682024186068234</id><published>2004-10-04T02:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T02:20:54.623+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna blog this down, be it or not some &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;City Harvest Church&lt;/span&gt; Member's gonna read it or not..&lt;br /&gt;You guys heard of the &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/span&gt; yeah?&lt;br /&gt;There this loser name &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jerry Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who's from that church asking his church members to vote for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/final_jerry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that twerp there? According to Kelly, no looks, no voice, no style.&lt;br /&gt;A very gay looking one I say.&lt;br /&gt;He's in the &lt;strong&gt;Final 9&lt;/strong&gt;, DUH...&lt;br /&gt;An example of 1 of the many reviews I saw on the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/span&gt; page from fellow Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;eddie     Rating : 1/5    September 30, 2004If this guy chosen as a Singapore Idol and go compete on the World Idol, I don't know where to put my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... A very Singaporean comment I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been too lazy to blog for the past few days, anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Dom and her German friend who's a lesbian..&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't spot her in the crowd, turned out she spotted my bag (which is made up of very gay colours) from quite a distance away..&lt;br /&gt;Wonders of the rainbow flag.. ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109682024186068234?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109682024186068234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109682024186068234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109682024186068234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109682024186068234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-gonna-blog-this-down-be-it-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109644274308792444</id><published>2004-09-29T16:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:28:51.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This entry is made up of mainly photos, be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are some pics from the Sydney and Canberra trip. =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, there won't be pics on days that you can actually see my BAD BAD BAD hair day, lol..&lt;br /&gt;1st day.. @JuJu Jap Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/1dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day@Harbour Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/4underbridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pic @Harbour Bridge with &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/2bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer, havoc &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;, with a thick and juicy sausage in her mouth =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/3cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long lost friend that I met up during the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; trip after 8 years, we talked so much I had nearly no voice the next day. Name? &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt; =) I love that girl, even she thought that ........ was acted like a biatch haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliament house in &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Canberra&lt;/span&gt;, magnificent architecture they have there, I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/5parliament.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Cat and Juliet&lt;/span&gt; at the War Memorial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/6museum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fat ass pic taken by &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; at the Museum, it wasn't deliberate, I just happened to stand on the rays, and yeap. My fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/5museum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Floriade,&lt;/span&gt; pretty pretty flowers, PLENTY of tulips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/7floriade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell... my Bondi fish and chips, forgot to take pics! ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the roadtrip was great, even though most of the money was spent on petrol *grumbles and grumbles.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it's been cool, quality time spent with &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;, and special thanks to the self-sacrificial &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; who let us put up at her place and yada yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;You get the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;s'&lt;/span&gt;05&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next february, ANYONE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109644274308792444?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109644274308792444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109644274308792444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109644274308792444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109644274308792444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-entry-is-made-up-of-mainly-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109578188923688611</id><published>2004-09-22T01:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:51:29.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sydney and Canberra&lt;/span&gt; here I come! (in a matter of 7 hours?)&lt;br /&gt;Quite excited =D *jumps around again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, collected my Crumpler finally, bought some assesories, planned to buy more but it'll burn more holes in the damn wallet, so what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;(next target, the holder for my Palm)&lt;br /&gt;Really sleepy now, hope that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; will have a good sleep and have a good drive tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt; will be left in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Rathi's&lt;/span&gt; care, thanks woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sheryl and Wen&lt;/span&gt; and their gang will head down to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Brisbane&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN WOOOT! Don't hanky panky ah... =P I'll seeya guys 10 days later..&lt;br /&gt;Burner screwed me up, so what the fuck, no new songs for the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I got to say this.&lt;br /&gt;I called &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt; to tell her what I'm doing this hols.&lt;br /&gt;All she said was,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good luck, have fun&lt;/span&gt;! And she totally means it!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. I can't believe it, normally she'll nag or smth and scold I don't know, but she only added 1 statement and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;drive safely hor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Really makes me feel bad, coz the trust that my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt; have in me seems to be increasing.&lt;br /&gt;Will try not to fail her. But of course, I can start with going more often to school...&lt;br /&gt;That'll have to start after the 2 week break of course.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109578188923688611?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109578188923688611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109578188923688611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109578188923688611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109578188923688611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/sydney-and-canberra-here-i-come-in.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109568216208878600</id><published>2004-09-20T22:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:10:21.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom's &lt;/span&gt;sleeping like a baby on my bed =)&lt;br /&gt;Guess she really would need a good rest these 2 days, coz we'll be driving up to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; then to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Canberra&lt;/span&gt; for around 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;7 hours drive to &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; -_-"&lt;br /&gt;*wooot!&lt;br /&gt;My first roadtrip with a loved one =P&lt;br /&gt;*hops around happily like Piper&lt;br /&gt;Will be heading down with &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stef, Venus and Dom's friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Really can't wait for this getaway. =D&lt;br /&gt;Suckers in &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Singapore and Melbourne&lt;/span&gt;, don't miss me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Crumpler&lt;/span&gt; bag is ready for collection, haha...&lt;br /&gt;Can prance around &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; in it waiting to get bashed up lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109568216208878600?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109568216208878600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109568216208878600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109568216208878600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109568216208878600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/doms-sleeping-like-baby-on-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109549194997512665</id><published>2004-09-18T17:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T17:20:33.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/1633/640/crumplernil%20002.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/1633/320/crumplernil%20002.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new crumpler bag i customized and designed myself =). tell me my money is worth it, and i won't get bashed up coz it carries the colour of a rainbow flag? lol =P&lt;br /&gt;(singaporeans who don't know what's a rainbow flag, it's the pride flag for queer people, but then again, for singaporeans who don't know what are queer people, they are simply people who are not heterosexual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109549194997512665?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109549194997512665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109549194997512665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109549194997512665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109549194997512665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-crumpler-bag-i-customi_109549194997512665.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109522346899667597</id><published>2004-09-15T14:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T14:44:28.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/1633/640/plag.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/1633/320/plag.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the 49% are made up of either primary student or sec schkids who don't know what plagiarism is, or JC kids who never had a chance to plagiarize coz GP essays are usually due in class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109522346899667597?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109522346899667597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109522346899667597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109522346899667597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109522346899667597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-my-opinion-49-are-made-up-of-either.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109498034060338662</id><published>2004-09-12T19:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T19:17:41.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Happy 4th Monthliversary baby =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we didn't go out for dinner, but check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/dinnerdom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; cooked this, all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mashies, Salmon, and the Cheesy Mushroom Chicken Fillet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by my favourite Champagne, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Riccadonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It would be so nice, growing old with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109498034060338662?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109498034060338662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109498034060338662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109498034060338662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109498034060338662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-4th-monthliversary-baby-no-we.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109496634053923493</id><published>2004-09-12T15:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T15:25:37.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For once my cooking was very much appreciated by &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In the case of my dear fish soup (thank to mama's teachings, there shall be more soups to come)&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy, rushing assignments, screamings, stressed up household, everyone going bonkers altogether.&lt;br /&gt;Told Pa that I screwed my presentation, he was really nice about it, and just told me to try harder next time (he doesn't know the weightage of my assignment or I think he won't tell me to just try harder next time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, got a new &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Canon&lt;/span&gt; printer again. (Image Class MP360)&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it, 3 Canon printer in 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;It's either I'm really a dumb arse to keep buying lousy &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Canon&lt;/span&gt; printers that keeps spoiling, or the design of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Canon&lt;/span&gt; printers are really irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;I really like the look of this one though.&lt;br /&gt;It's a printer scanner and copier (so that I can copy rathi's notes without losing it =P)&lt;br /&gt;The housemates are very welcomed to use it only if they supply me my next batch of ink and paper or they can pay me 5 cents for every copy (Singapore standard)&lt;br /&gt;So technically if if everyone prints a few page everyday I'll get the cost of my printer back soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes... the house seems to be like a lil aquarium now...&lt;br /&gt;ALL the sucker fishes are out in action.&lt;br /&gt;Hint: pendants on the neck. =P&lt;br /&gt;Haha... =P&lt;br /&gt;.:Twista - Sunshine:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109496634053923493?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109496634053923493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109496634053923493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109496634053923493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109496634053923493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/for-once-my-cooking-was-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109474275469342596</id><published>2004-09-10T01:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T01:12:34.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I personally don't like the idea of posting "whole song lyrics" on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;But this is too beautiful to give it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, direct, straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;And it's &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;for Dom&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;When I wake up in the morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And the sunlight hurts my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And something without warning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bears heavy on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And the world’s alright with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Just one look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And I know it’s gonna be a lovely day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;When the day that lies ahead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Seems impossible to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;When someone else instead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Always seems to know the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ChorusWhen the day that lies ahead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Seems impossible to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;When someone else instead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Always seems to know the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;.:Bill Withers - Lovely day:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s for letting me cry like a water tap on your shoulder yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109474275469342596?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109474275469342596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109474275469342596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109474275469342596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109474275469342596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-personally-dont-like-idea-of-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109471902351926937</id><published>2004-09-09T18:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:37:03.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, there is only so many things we can do, and only that few people that we can help.&lt;br /&gt;You can't go around killing those chao cheebye terrorist can you?&lt;br /&gt;Neither can you stop buying brand names that are associated to terrorist coz there ain't such shit, or using less of a certain something to make their numbers decline or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;They ain't companies, neither are they ozone layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Russian hostage crisis case, it just makes me feel crap.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel helpless, when you see someone who needs help, but you can't do no shit to help them.&lt;br /&gt;There's also times when you wanna help, but you ain't allowed too.&lt;br /&gt;There is ALSO another kind. You wanna help, but just as you are about to help, you think they don't deserve it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Some just fall into the 3rd category I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109471902351926937?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109471902351926937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109471902351926937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109471902351926937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109471902351926937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/sometimes-in-life-there-is-only-so.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109446966048223596</id><published>2004-09-06T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T21:23:47.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up to something disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;B een following up a lot on the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt; terrorism crap.&lt;br /&gt;I've been following up so much that &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; says "For the past 3 mornings, everytime I wake up you tell me the same news. Can you tell me something else"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 350 people dead, among them half of them children.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking low blow I say, those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chao chee bye terrorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For those in &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; who might never see these pics..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/1633/640/r_13_gallery__403x550.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/1633/320/r_13_gallery__403x550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109446966048223596?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109446966048223596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109446966048223596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109446966048223596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109446966048223596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-morning-i-woke-up-to-_109446966048223596.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109443862388631375</id><published>2004-09-06T13:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T12:43:43.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a wonderful morning today to wake up next to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy happy girl &lt;em&gt;wor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Lisa Ono - I wish you love:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109443862388631375?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109443862388631375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109443862388631375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109443862388631375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109443862388631375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/such-wonderful-morning-today-to-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109426452464598348</id><published>2004-09-04T13:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T12:22:04.646+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never do over rate my existence in people's life, I think it's too shameless to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened in the past with those groupies never ending bitchings, I got over that too.&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously can I just get on with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's in a mess, and I'm upset coz I'm still not getting any sms-es from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the dumb auto roaming sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please don't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fall off the edge soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109426452464598348?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109426452464598348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109426452464598348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109426452464598348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109426452464598348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-never-do-over-rate-my-existence-in.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109400491018327479</id><published>2004-09-01T12:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:23:28.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shoutings, screamings, authoritative, all are very antagonzing to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate, I hate, I hate.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell the differences, too bad for you coz I can.&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference in "Can you help me find blah blah blah" from "WHERE THE HELL IS BLAH BLAH BLAH"&lt;br /&gt;Go figure man really.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't blog into detail because I realize that everytime I do that it gets me into trouble but not others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Life is simply not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Life's like a cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When it gets hard, fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my room looks neater now.&lt;br /&gt;Looks great, new furnitures, and I did the layout myself and I've got lots of space.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Piper&lt;/span&gt; to roll around, for me to run after her to spank her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, it's really depressing when i switch to my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;93909278&lt;/span&gt; sim card.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly get any sms-es from Singapore anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's usually the dumb auto roaming msg.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anyone in Singapore remember my existence anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that kaypoh chee in &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;NUS&lt;/span&gt; who thinks that "our blog" still existed, it's not there, so don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;By the way thanks for informing &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; that it's accesible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109400491018327479?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109400491018327479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109400491018327479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109400491018327479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109400491018327479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/09/shoutings-screamings-authoritative-all.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109370901776780784</id><published>2004-08-29T01:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T02:03:37.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long long long 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Helped &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/span&gt; dye hair, then for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;She's a real interesting character, nice to talk to and blah, esp when talking about homo issues, haha..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Quarreled with &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt;, and my pride issues refused to make me be the 1st to apologized till I got drunk while clubbing at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Brown Alley&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Suanne&lt;/span&gt; and all, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Qiaoru&lt;/span&gt;.. blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Club Brown Alley&lt;/span&gt; yesterday with them all, saw so many shufflers for the 1st time, simply awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jane and Leona&lt;/span&gt; can shuffle quite a bit wor... haha.. Don't be shy..&lt;br /&gt;It's like techno here ain't the ah-lian shit in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne people appreciate techno and they do the shuffles really well, woot!&lt;br /&gt;Inspired me to learn a lil, lol...&lt;br /&gt;But not till I learn not to down shots like mad and puke after that... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we've finally moved.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long and very tedious day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; came over, finally made up and all, and we tried fixing up the ikea furnitures that came..&lt;br /&gt;My arms are aching like mad after screwing so many nails and blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;But gotta thank &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; anyway for doing most of the work.. *muackz =)&lt;br /&gt;She handled everything from the agent to the activation of phonelines to calling &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Harvey Norman&lt;/span&gt; and blah blah... =)&lt;br /&gt;In other words, &lt;em&gt;bao ka liao&lt;/em&gt;... hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the new place, I'll say that it definitely feels a lil closer to my Singapore home and yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic I say...&lt;br /&gt;But of course, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rat&lt;/span&gt; and I really  hope that &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/span&gt; would settle in soon and stop running around so much, and of course, learn to take up more responsibility.. (&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sisterhood&lt;/span&gt; rules, haha..)&lt;br /&gt;No Gunbound for more than 24 hours already, hands are shaking... *poof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109370901776780784?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109370901776780784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109370901776780784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109370901776780784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109370901776780784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-been-long-long-long-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109315913061880058</id><published>2004-08-22T17:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T17:19:36.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; is so bored too.&lt;br /&gt;We're in our own homes and I'm so bored I'm on the verge of tearing ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.So I shall post the pic that everyone is waiting for, haha...LOOK carefully =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img43.photobucket.com/albums/v132/hoddynoddy/mom_and_me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;my femme girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; and her mom, at the wedding where we ALL met.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..Feel free to drop some comments&lt;br /&gt;Notice the pink font? =P&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling I might get stoned to death for this haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109315913061880058?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109315913061880058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109315913061880058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109315913061880058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109315913061880058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109283741633690542</id><published>2004-08-18T23:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:58:25.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall &lt;em&gt;hao lian&lt;/em&gt; a bit and show a lil of my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;muskles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; or so my baby calls it.&lt;br /&gt;We were webcamming just now and she caught a glimps e of my&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; muskles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I plan to join the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;weightlifting club in Melbourne Uni&lt;/span&gt; if Uni had one (&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;inspired by Olympics&lt;/span&gt;), she say she'll dump me if I do so..  *sob.&lt;br /&gt;It's not too big isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I seriously have NOT done any weight or pushups for the past 3 months, I swear, neither have I been breaking whatsover.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/Picture029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109283741633690542?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109283741633690542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109283741633690542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109283741633690542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109283741633690542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-shall-hao-lian-bit-and-show-lil-of.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109282585598339118</id><published>2004-08-18T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T20:44:15.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got no motivation to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;NO MOTIVATION.&lt;br /&gt;I've got an assignment due tomorrow and I haven't typed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought the new bitch out for a ride..&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun.. I gotta say it's quite powerful.. =P&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Safeway, bought some groceries...&lt;br /&gt;Boring day man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel like sometimes there are just days where you just wanna laze around at home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109282585598339118?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109282585598339118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109282585598339118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109282585598339118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109282585598339118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-got-no-motivation-to-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109274157428516508</id><published>2004-08-17T21:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:19:34.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've gotta introduce you guys the new bitch in my life man. =)&lt;br /&gt;What's more, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; approves of her, and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Piper's&lt;/span&gt; kinda alright with this new bitch too, lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/mybike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;new GT Mountain Bike&lt;/span&gt;.. *beams =)&lt;br /&gt;Cost quite some dough, but it was all good, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; was traumatized at the way I bought the bike without even thinking much, haha..&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; gave her the first ride of her life, sadly it ain't me (she de-flowered the bike before I had a chance)&lt;br /&gt;But I shall be bringing it around more often... =D&lt;br /&gt;Really missed the times where I cycle to work and just chill by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can go cycling with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; to catch the sunrise, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SoOoOo RoMaNtIc HoR yOyO sUaNnE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lolxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109274157428516508?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109274157428516508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109274157428516508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109274157428516508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109274157428516508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-gotta-introduce-you-guys-new-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109258528807846410</id><published>2004-08-16T01:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T01:56:14.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got an email from someone who used to be really close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got no idea what should I really say.&lt;br /&gt;I just I'll just be here then, and see what I can do and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain in my appendix is killing be, gotta be the constipation I swear.&lt;br /&gt;For all those who still don't know, I had food poisoning for quite a few days, non stop lau sai-ing for 3 whole days every 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dom and Suanne&lt;/span&gt; tells me to go eat prunes or drink prune juice, think I'll do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Dom&lt;/span&gt; has reckoned that we should called it quits regarding the last so called sarcastic entry or so she said about my 10 reasons why I love Dom thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, 1 punch in her fact, a kick back in mine, we're quits =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to pack, and reading the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;origins of Europe's architecture and planning&lt;/span&gt; really isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me, I'm stoned.&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; the story of me and a few close girlfriends of mine &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;catching a theif in CCHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss times where life in secondary school was much simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.:Housten ft Chingy and Nate Dogg - I like that:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song rocks my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109258528807846410?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109258528807846410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109258528807846410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109258528807846410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109258528807846410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-got-email-from-someone-who-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109250116017623146</id><published>2004-08-15T02:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T14:42:14.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>due to the endless amt of bu shuang-ness, annoying comments, arguements and quarrels triggered of by that v truthful entry, i decided to remove the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that includes not blogging anymore too.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109250116017623146?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109250116017623146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109250116017623146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109250116017623146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109250116017623146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/due-to-endless-amt-of-bu-shuang-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109223329559293607</id><published>2004-08-12T00:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:08:15.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At 12.00am in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy 3rd Monthliversary dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom:&lt;/strong&gt; Technically we are still not together coz you haven't jio me back *grin lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;murderous thoughts&lt;/em&gt;) ok forget it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At 12.01am in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Phone rings, I pick up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't like that leh... blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; ok fine. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND...????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom:&lt;/strong&gt; ok LOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;murderous thoughts once again&lt;/em&gt;) *grumble grumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Technically I've turned from single to not available within the 1st 2 minutes of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Since it is such, &lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; is only my girlfriend from today onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*growls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Happy one day Dom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109223329559293607?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109223329559293607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109223329559293607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109223329559293607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109223329559293607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109194055669068590</id><published>2004-08-08T14:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T14:49:16.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our move to &lt;strong&gt;Leveson&lt;/strong&gt; is more or less confirmed by the end of this month, wooot!&lt;br /&gt;So happy now lala...&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt; problem lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rat, Sheryl and I&lt;/strong&gt; went to &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;QV&lt;/span&gt; to pick up boxes, believe it or not we look like modern karang gunis.&lt;br /&gt;A lil embarrassing, but a hell lotta boxes were there! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid diarrhoea last night killed me, I woke up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just to stay in the toilet and lau sai.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the shit isn't that kinda explosive kind, but the moment I sit on the toilet bowl it just flows and flows as if I was peeing thru my ass or smth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like crap man... SIAN...&lt;br /&gt;From yesterday till today, lau sai more than 20 times already..&lt;br /&gt;Called &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she said I probably ate really really bad food (I'm gonna sue the fucking Uni), so it's probably food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; bringing porridge over now.. I love that girl to bits, she's always &lt;em&gt;so so.. so.. so there. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read the blog we share.&lt;br /&gt;That girl has problems with erm.. colour contrast in her entries.. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;If you guys read our blog you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, you'll never know the password, lalala..&lt;br /&gt;I shall go lau sai some more. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s to be honest I am beginning to enjoy lau sai-ing hoping that I'll lose weight lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109194055669068590?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109194055669068590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109194055669068590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109194055669068590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109194055669068590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/our-move-to-leveson-is-more-or-less.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109188515559311849</id><published>2004-08-07T23:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:25:55.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had diarrhoea &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;9 times&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;If this is not food poisoning I don't know what is this.&lt;br /&gt;*puke.&lt;br /&gt;There's the song that I keep repeating that annoys Dom a hell lot, lol..&lt;br /&gt;It's "Welcome to Atlanta by SD feat Snoop Dog"&lt;br /&gt;Rocks my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gunbound&lt;/span&gt; rocks my world too.&lt;br /&gt;I strongly recommend &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gunbound&lt;/span&gt; to all 21 year old no-lifers like me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm beginning to get Sheryl hooked.&lt;br /&gt;Wooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109188515559311849?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109188515559311849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109188515559311849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109188515559311849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109188515559311849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-had-diarrhoea-9-times-today.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109175365275495207</id><published>2004-08-06T10:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:54:12.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like this month, looks a lil like the season of all breakups.&lt;br /&gt;I see friends, close friends, not so close friends, acquaintance all couples either on the verge of breaking up or have broke up.&lt;br /&gt;I myself nearly did, till the 1.5 hr walk I took to her place in St Kilda saved our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Cec and Ian.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's going on too.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Housemate and boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's going on too.&lt;br /&gt;Is winterfall spell the fall of relationships or what?&lt;br /&gt;Read other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Girls tired of fighting for their partners.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe for some, it may be another april fool's joke.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, it's a lil depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that this thunderstorm would be over for everyone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109175365275495207?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109175365275495207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109175365275495207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109175365275495207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109175365275495207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-seems-like-this-month-looks-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109161685660917498</id><published>2004-08-04T20:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T21:06:48.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thunderstorm over.&lt;br /&gt;*phew.&lt;br /&gt;I walked from home till St Kilda yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Took more more than an hour, walked in the rain till my legs got numb and &lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; gave me a leg massage =P&lt;br /&gt;=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read &lt;strong&gt;Wyn's&lt;/strong&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;Felt kinda sorry for her and her girl.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be surprised that shit like that may just happen to me due to the large amount of people out there who seriously wants me dead. (maybe I'm over-rating)&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Girl tells friend she's les.&lt;br /&gt;Friend thinks that she's doing girl a favour and just digs as much shit out of girl as possible and runs to tell friend's parents.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO???&lt;br /&gt;I think 2 people in love should just be in love and full stop.&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a FLYING FUCK WHAT THE HELL THEIR SEXUALITY IS??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109161685660917498?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109161685660917498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109161685660917498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is gloomy, thunderstorms are brewing, or rather, we're in the midst of them.&lt;br /&gt;I went through their blogs, both of them are talking about the same thing that dogs would never forsake us.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when I look back in time, I'll realize that perhaps all along, it wasn't &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; fault.&lt;br /&gt;It was mine.&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, I seemed to be more or less convinced that maybe I'm the one who have failed &lt;em&gt;the others&lt;/em&gt; all along.&lt;br /&gt;It's not their fault.&lt;br /&gt;It's my character, it's my whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It's me, I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;All along everyone convinced me that it was never my fault.&lt;br /&gt;What if their friends tell &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; the same?&lt;br /&gt;So who's fault is it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that it actually might be mine.&lt;br /&gt;It's the attitude, and the pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109150850552595448?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109150850552595448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109150850552595448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109150850552595448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109150850552595448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/everyone-in-house-in-other-words-rat.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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just don't know how to be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Not a great daughter either, disappointments that I fill my folks all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Even acquaintances that I've never met before laugh about me in their blog just coz of a horrifying encounter with someone from the net that has technically made me a laughing stock among their friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's just another lousy day.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that everyone would just get on with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109143278890087047?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109143278890087047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109143278890087047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109143278890087047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109143278890087047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-realized-that-lotta-things-that-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109101488757091953</id><published>2004-07-28T21:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:41:27.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that I haven't blogged for so long, it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with helping people set up blogs, including mine and Dom's.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a blah day, don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melbourne's&lt;/strong&gt; weather is so gloomy and depressing it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked to school today, I look up and I see balding trees and I feel sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;The weather's so darn cold, wonder how it's like to be a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;But I really do like that bald tree outside the &lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt; building, shall take a pic of it tomorrow. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheryl's&lt;/strong&gt; been here for a few weeks already, guess she's settling down slowly, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;As I did my stir fried chicken today, she stared on attentively, so scary I swear.&lt;br /&gt;It was like the omg teach me everything you've learnt now pleaseeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom's&lt;/strong&gt; supp paper which will be on is stressing her up a lil.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's best if I leave her alone to chill and study a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be here if I'm needed.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time... *poof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109101488757091953?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109101488757091953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109101488757091953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109101488757091953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109101488757091953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-realised-that-i-havent-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109050133178734420</id><published>2004-07-22T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T23:02:11.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An eventful day today.&lt;br /&gt;Did a hell lotta things with Dom today..&lt;br /&gt;Went Funan to settle the camera stuff... Blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy clothes... Topshop and Zara.. Blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;It's a lil sad coz I never did any shopping for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason is coz I fell out with Ma again?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the 99 bucks Zara jacket can pacify her. &lt;br /&gt;If not too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met Lib's mama.. she passed me a big bag of stuff.. let's say 2kg?&lt;br /&gt;Then 3 days ago met Yuki, that guy passed me a bag of stuff too, let's say 3 kg?&lt;br /&gt;Then tomorrow before I get on the plain, Sheryl's dad gonna pass me I presume another 3 kg?&lt;br /&gt;2+3+3=8kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baggage limit is like what? 30 kg?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray all go thru tmr, if not I'll start dumping stuff in the airport again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109050133178734420?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109050133178734420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109050133178734420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109050133178734420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109050133178734420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/eventful-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109041958878678505</id><published>2004-07-22T00:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T00:19:48.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;Singapore-China-Taiwan issue&lt;/strong&gt; is annoying the life outta me so much that I'm gonna get a lil political in this entry of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Supporters of &lt;strong&gt;Country C&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I suggest you don't read this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DPM Lee&lt;/strong&gt;, who is suppose to take over our Pri&lt;strong&gt;me Minister Goh's &lt;/strong&gt;place this August 12th has recently made&amp;nbsp;a trip down to&lt;strong&gt; Taiwan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The reason is to visit based on personal stuff and to visit old friends.&lt;br /&gt;Out of courtesy, we "informed" &lt;strong&gt;Country C&lt;/strong&gt; aka&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; the country-that-has-produced-plenty-of-tourists/prostitutes/CUNTS-who-roam-in-Geylang-everyday-and-night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our dear &lt;strong&gt;Country C&lt;/strong&gt; upon hearing the news, ordered us not to visit Taiwan or bear the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DPM Lee&lt;/strong&gt; went ahead. (weehee! Singaporean pride)&lt;br /&gt;But did come back with an explanation on why.&lt;br /&gt;Now fucking &lt;strong&gt;Country C&lt;/strong&gt; got mad and decided to reduce flights from &lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;CUNTry C,&lt;/strong&gt; and cancelled a couple of business deals with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUNTry C&lt;/strong&gt; claimed that we should have never visited Taiwan coz of the blah blah never ending Taiwan belongs to &lt;strong&gt;CUNTry C&lt;/strong&gt; business and our visit is promoting &lt;strong&gt;Taiwan's &lt;/strong&gt;business.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand what is &lt;strong&gt;CUNTry C's&lt;/strong&gt; business.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has been so liberal and n lax in terms of letting their &lt;strong&gt;CUNTry C CUNTS&lt;/strong&gt; roam in Geyland, the government doesn't dare to do no shit for fear of the great &lt;strong&gt;HOLEy CUNTry C's&lt;/strong&gt; power.&lt;br /&gt;There was even an interview with the &lt;strong&gt;CUNTry C diplomat&lt;/strong&gt; and that stinking cunt said that &lt;strong&gt;WE, SINGAPOREANS&lt;/strong&gt;, should be taking the first move now that we have yada yada (incurred their wrath).&lt;br /&gt;In other words, &lt;strong&gt;APOLOGIZE&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, apart from them having a big ass cunt, I can't see what else they can do.&lt;br /&gt;True, their powers are increasing, and yada yada they are gonna be a super power so get over it will ya?&lt;br /&gt;We've got &lt;strong&gt;Singaporean pride&lt;/strong&gt;, we don't need to take orders from &lt;strong&gt;CUNTry C&lt;/strong&gt; and yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, and &lt;strong&gt;Cuntry C Cunts&lt;/strong&gt; reading this, do fuck off =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are simply overrating their existence and powers.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109041958878678505?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109041958878678505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109041958878678505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109041958878678505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109041958878678505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/singapore-china-taiwan-issue-is.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109025172685950346</id><published>2004-07-20T01:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T01:42:06.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall watch King Arthur alone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't fall down on my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and apologise to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz that aint my style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;.:411&amp;nbsp;feat Ghostface Killah - On My Knees:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109025172685950346?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109025172685950346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109025172685950346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109025172685950346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109025172685950346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-shall-watch-king-arthur-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-109020171358765817</id><published>2004-07-19T11:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T11:48:33.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wierdest thing on earth has happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;For months, Dom has been telling me that she's gonna be back for her cousin's wedding and blah blah, telling me she's gonna wear a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, oh ok, damn, I'm never gonna have a chance seeing her in a skirt!&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my parents recieved an invitation to a wedding they couldn't quite figure out who it was. (ie. patient or friend or blah)&lt;br /&gt;So Pa sent me instead, and I was like DAMN SIAN AH!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while I was on my way home, Dom called, telling me that the wedding was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I was like HUH??? The wedding that I had to attend was yesterday too!&lt;br /&gt;Asked her where it was, turned out to be near XXX.&lt;br /&gt;Asked her what's the name of the restaurant she don't know how to read.&lt;br /&gt;But after much verfication we realised that we were going for the same wedding!&lt;br /&gt;And I was gonna see my macho girlfriend IN A SKIRT!&lt;br /&gt;*faints.&lt;br /&gt;It was simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway found out that it was her uncle who invited us and her uncle is the commitee member or something of the don't know what association and my dad's the Vice-pres, they have meetings together.&lt;br /&gt;Dar is right.&lt;br /&gt;Our paths cross so many times but it's a good thing that in the end we're together =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-109020171358765817?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/109020171358765817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=109020171358765817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109020171358765817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/109020171358765817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/wierdest-thing-on-earth-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108993847918807442</id><published>2004-07-16T10:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:41:19.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I'm pissed with, is that the fact that I'm leaving on the 23rd and we aren't gonna meet no more, and you don't even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna be there forever, stuck in this hot lil island.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be here forever stuck in this place too.&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the 6 years worth of friendship ain't worth it to hang out with us for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;You got no idea how much this hurts when i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;This trip back stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108993847918807442?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108993847918807442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108993847918807442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108993847918807442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108993847918807442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-im-pissed-with-is-that-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108973335159085363</id><published>2004-07-14T01:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T01:50:40.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This disappointment, is too much for me to take.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; everyday at the hostel, in Uni, &lt;strong&gt;he's&lt;/strong&gt; gonna be in Singapore with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; see that?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I missed out the last 1 year of your life totally when I left for Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was even earlier than that, I might have actually been outta your life since JC1.&lt;br /&gt;But is spending a few hours with a friend of nearly 6 years that difficult?&lt;br /&gt;Is a movie and lunch that difficult after half a year of not meeting up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are committed to your boyfriend, you have to see &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; if not he'll die not seeing you every few days I understand.&lt;br /&gt;You have to go for your camp, I understand, that's why we agreed to meet before you go, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;But you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to meet up, before you go for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter even if the most of them couldn't come?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just a few of us I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I get to remininse the times our buncha friends spent in &lt;strong&gt;CCHS&lt;/strong&gt;, coz I get to remininse the happy times.&lt;br /&gt;But no, that will not happen tomorrow, because you have to meet your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 page long letter you wrote to me, I read it everytime I cry.&lt;br /&gt;When I realise that you thought you played such a small role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I cried my way back the 1st time I left Singapore when you didn't come, I badly wanted to pass you stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I cried my way back the 2nd time, when I read your letter again.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I read it, or I think of it, I get upset, I tear, I cry, and I feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I don't know. Are the tears worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post is full of angst, it's written in a fit of anger, yes.&lt;/strong&gt;But broken promises, and the hope to see an old friend before I leave for Melbourne, has been dashed again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone in Singapore has moved on with their busy lives, except for me.&lt;br /&gt;Except for me.&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, if I can't make it anymore explicit, I'm declaring WAR on your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;And if this would make things worse between us, I'll repeat this again.&lt;br /&gt;I still hate your boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108973335159085363?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108973335159085363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108973335159085363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108973335159085363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108973335159085363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-disappointment-is-too-much-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108969987611466130</id><published>2004-07-13T16:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T16:25:29.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img52.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/myconvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108969987611466130?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108969987611466130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108969987611466130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108969987611466130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108969987611466130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108934682428559485</id><published>2004-07-09T14:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T14:41:06.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Femme quest was crappy, no one gave a hoot about them really..&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, clubbing was alright last night, with &lt;strong&gt;Dom, Jane and Suanne, Leona and Siew and their buncha friends..&lt;/strong&gt;Miss clubbing with them in &lt;strong&gt;Melbourne&lt;/strong&gt; man..&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, &lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; and I had some negative vibes about seeing people that we might not be too keen to see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; spotted her bunch I-don't-wanna-see-them-but-I-keep-bumping-into-them first. Then I saw mine.&lt;br /&gt;But overall, good thing there was no trouble, the night went pass peacefully =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only night spoiler was when I saw that 2 face (the one whom I believed to have spread the damn rumour and got me into trouble)&lt;br /&gt;She was there on the dance floor, omg. &lt;br /&gt;Bet she must have done loads of bitching and spreading more shit, I really won't be surprised, but I'm not least bothered.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is we all had fun eventually. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom's&lt;/strong&gt; right knee is still a bit weak, I really hope this girl would take care of herself better. (ok fine fine, I'm a bad girlfriend =P)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, everyone was making fun of my "&lt;em&gt;virgin night out on a lesbian night&lt;/em&gt;" clubbing thingy. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;But it was interesting to be there, to see uthe so-called people in the circle, and everyone is everyone else's ex girlfriend blah blah bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;An eyeopener I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once I actually felt totally relaxed and at least smooching my baby knowing that I won't bump into nieces or nephews or cousins for that matter =)&lt;br /&gt;Quality time spent with &lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; the whole of yesterday, I'm rather contented anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108934682428559485?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108934682428559485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108934682428559485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108934682428559485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108934682428559485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/femme-quest-was-crappy-no-one-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108925251660928174</id><published>2004-07-08T12:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T12:13:58.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For only attending less than 3 tutorials in the whole semester for my 2 Planning subjects, and attending only 2 lectures for Psych  in the whole semester, this ain't too bad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img52.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/results.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Now I pray for Dom and Lib for their results. =))&lt;br /&gt;Ma is pleased, so am I.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than pleased man, THIS CALLS FOR PARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108925251660928174?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108925251660928174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108925251660928174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108925251660928174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108925251660928174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/for-only-attending-less-than-3.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108910698705620379</id><published>2004-07-06T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T19:48:38.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, it's been a week since I'm back =)&lt;br /&gt;A rather busy week, the only days that I actually had a proper rest was yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the &lt;strong&gt;Sisterhood&lt;/strong&gt;, before &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl&lt;/strong&gt; left for our lovely &lt;strong&gt;Melbourne&lt;/strong&gt; to babysit &lt;strong&gt;Piper&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I owe her a big one for that. I just hope that &lt;strong&gt;Piper&lt;/strong&gt; would be alive when I'm back, lol..&lt;br /&gt;Here's a screenshot of our conversation when I begged her to show me &lt;strong&gt;Piper&lt;/strong&gt; over my webcam..&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Piper&lt;/strong&gt; terribly, and I'm really worried for her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img52.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/piper2.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been difficult without &lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; when we could just see each other anytime of the day in &lt;strong&gt;Melbourne&lt;/strong&gt; but not here.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Restrictions, limitations. Parents. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't spent much time with her... =( Really miss her like MAD MAD MAD.&lt;br /&gt;She's been rather honest with me, and I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it comes to the &lt;strong&gt;Xena Orange&lt;/strong&gt; issues.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that &lt;strong&gt;Xena&lt;/strong&gt; would SERIOUSLY get over her. Like PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna show my own bitchy self in public, and I love &lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; very much thank you. *growls.&lt;br /&gt;So don't push it, and back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cec&lt;/strong&gt; is coming over tomorrow to chill, haven't met that babe for a million years, oh dear... =Hope it's all good for her and erm.. The annoying things that are neverending... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's sentosa with my baby, that's what I call, quality time. &lt;br /&gt;Femme fest at night with her and &lt;strong&gt;Suanne&lt;/strong&gt; and all..&lt;br /&gt;*poof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108910698705620379?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108910698705620379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108910698705620379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108910698705620379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108910698705620379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/07/man-its-been-week-since-im-back-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108852415337144170</id><published>2004-06-30T01:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T01:51:19.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna miss the lil rascal, terribly. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img13.photobucket.com/albums/v38/rathi84/ccdf4cf8.jpg" height=200 width=300&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108852415337144170?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108852415337144170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108852415337144170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108852415337144170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108852415337144170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-gonna-miss-lil-rascal-terribly.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108827203530220415</id><published>2004-06-27T03:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T12:04:44.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for exactly a week..&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.. But the truth is half the events I can hardly remember, lol..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go check up which part of the brain actually controls our short term memory and do something about it man heehee.. =P&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its something to do with the hippocampus or the amygdala, not too sure, lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; has also shown her tolerance of &lt;strong&gt;Piper&lt;/strong&gt; has been pushed to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;She carries her, pats her, and brings her out to shit.&lt;br /&gt;For an asthmatic-dog-hater like my dearest, I would say that she's really remarkable =)&lt;br /&gt;*muackz for that.&lt;br /&gt;Sieze the day, no time wasting.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta really learn that, and I thank you for being in my life, for being such a great girlfriend, and a tolerant one who can put up w me and my bullshit, my gunbounding, lameness and every ugly side of me =)&lt;br /&gt;The attempt to not let people know that you're back has unfortunately failed, but what the hell, doesn't matter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rathi's&lt;/strong&gt; back in Singapore, and I'm still here slacking from day to day..&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, I'll be back soon mates!! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;Her departure back to singapore made me realise her importance as a housemate as well as a caretaker for &lt;strong&gt;Piper&lt;/strong&gt; especially when I am over at Dom's.&lt;br /&gt;For that, thanks sister/housemate =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gunbounding with &lt;strong&gt;Yuxin&lt;/strong&gt; for the past 2 days, woot!&lt;br /&gt;Our partnership has been remarkable man.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, she's one of the last few people I would imagine to play gunbound. &lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. =) It's been all good yeah... heehee.. Jia you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jiaqi&lt;/strong&gt; is back in &lt;strong&gt;Canberra&lt;/strong&gt; (I finally remember what happened for the past few days)&lt;br /&gt;No more bgirls to break with.. *sob Not like I break in Uni damn often anyway..&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it's been fun, we were rolling around the hall more like it, and popping a bit and freezing a bit.. =D&lt;br /&gt;Gotta break with her when I'm back in Singapore definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a verbal diarrhoea again man.. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Dom's&lt;/strong&gt; making noise that I can't join her up there yet... *poof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108827203530220415?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108827203530220415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108827203530220415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108827203530220415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108827203530220415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-havent-blogged-for-exactly-week.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108778833284945584</id><published>2004-06-21T13:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T13:25:32.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lovely lil island is known to be hot and humid, but I'm darn excited about going back!&lt;br /&gt;Not so soon, but soon enough to make me crave for bbq stingrays with &lt;strong&gt;Cec at ChompChomp&lt;/strong&gt; (which dunno what the hell is it called now) and the &lt;strong&gt;Sisterhood at Newton Centre&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Crystal Jade with Mama&lt;/strong&gt;.. =P~&lt;br /&gt;Important thing is to meet up with the &lt;strong&gt;oldies from Chung Cheng&lt;/strong&gt; just in case they've forgotten Chibu's existence? Haha... Can't wait to see &lt;strong&gt;Yuxin and Doreen&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;There's 1 thing that I dread only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama&lt;/strong&gt; called and said, when I go back, gotta wake up 630am &lt;strong&gt;in the morning EVERYDAY to go jogging with her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;JOGGING????? faints&lt;br /&gt;The idea is very simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No jog, no money, no palmtop for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, gotta jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to the whole house hunting thing again... &lt;br /&gt;They might change their mind about the stupid shophouse in Singapore.... Weee!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is confirmed but it's giving me hope once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby's&lt;/strong&gt; having her 2nd last paper today... &lt;br /&gt;Really hope that she does well =D&lt;br /&gt;After wednesday, it's shopping day everday!!!&lt;br /&gt;And quality time together of course... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108778833284945584?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108778833284945584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108778833284945584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108778833284945584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108778833284945584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/lovely-lil-island-is-known-to-be-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108766224502302795</id><published>2004-06-20T02:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T02:35:37.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Limor's&lt;/strong&gt; was Wooot!&lt;br /&gt;I love I love I love meat...&lt;br /&gt;Swear I'll never be a &lt;em&gt;non-carnivore&lt;/em&gt;, lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lib&lt;/strong&gt; looked good, hope she liked the bag we got her =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img52.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/lib_n_me.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mates since 7 years ago, homies for life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over, it's happy time for me, weehee! =)&lt;br /&gt;Made dinner for my baby and housemate tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Loved the sauce, but guess I didn't make enough food..&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do it more often from now on... =)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm addicted to cooking already..&lt;br /&gt;So long I don't kill the housemate and my baby of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a cold night.. &lt;strong&gt;Dom&lt;/strong&gt; has been over since 2 nights ago..&lt;br /&gt;Guess she's having a tough time at home so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Love hugging my baby to sleep =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Kill Bill 1 with Jiaqi, shall break with her in Melbourne Uni this Monday since I'm so bored..&lt;br /&gt;I want her to teach me the invert... =P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108766224502302795?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108766224502302795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108766224502302795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108766224502302795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108766224502302795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/dinner-at-limors-was-wooot-i-love-i.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108731059852101069</id><published>2004-06-16T00:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T00:48:31.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Read on to laugh at &lt;em&gt;Ching's adventure&lt;/em&gt; today in Carlton.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper in the afternoon, so I went down to &lt;strong&gt;Royal Exhibition Building&lt;/strong&gt;, and reached there just in time, &lt;strong&gt;2pm with Lib and Lidia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went in straight to my seat number, &lt;strong&gt;289&lt;/strong&gt; only to find some guy seating on my seat.&lt;br /&gt;So I went out to check my seat number but couldn't even find my subject code, so I checked with the damn coordinator outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Excuse me, can I find out what my subject code is so that I could get to my seat?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Young lady, your subject xxx-xxx is at Wilson Hall not here."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody who is in Singapore. I nearly cried on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Royal Exhibition Centre&lt;/strong&gt; is technically 20 minutes away from Wilson Hall, which is &lt;u&gt;IN&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Melbourne University&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Royal Exhibition Centre was on Rathdowne&lt;/strong&gt;. *faints.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, &lt;strong&gt;I WAS AT THE WRONG VENUE FOR MY EXAMS WHEN IT HAS ALREADY STARTED 5 MINUTES AGO!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I ran for my life back to &lt;strong&gt;Wilson Hall&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only to find my shorter legs lagging behind the other &lt;em&gt;3 ang mohs&lt;/em&gt; who were running back to Wilson Hall for their lives too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lagging big time. So yeah, I ran to Lygon, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;jumped in front of a cab&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and spoke to the cab driver in the fastest way I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"EXCUSEMECANYOUPLEASEBRINGMETOWILSONHALLIN&lt;br /&gt;MELBOURNEUNIVERSITYFORMYEXAM *stops to breath*&lt;br /&gt;IDON'THAVEENOUGHMONEYBUTIPROMISETOPAYYOUBACKPLEASE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEPLEASEIBEGYOU!!!!!!!" *takes a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;"ok, which college again?"&lt;br /&gt;"MELBOURNEUNIVERSITYISNOTACOLLEGE,ICAN'TBELIEVETHAT&lt;br /&gt;ITURNEDUPATTHEWRONGVENUEFORMYEXAMS!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the nice cabby dropped me off, and took only &lt;em&gt;15 cents&lt;/em&gt; from the 3 bucks worth of coins that I have. (he must be thinking that I must be so poor that I only &lt;em&gt;carry 3 bucks in my Braun Buffel wallet.&lt;/em&gt; But truth is, I didn't have any cash neither did I have eftpos.&lt;br /&gt;I noted his name down and cabby number, will personally make a call to the company to thank him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More bad things happened after my exam, lol.. I can't be bothered to elaborate, but anyway I think this one would be good enough to amust you guys for some time...&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, I'm beginning to love Aussies a whole lots more =)&lt;br /&gt;*poof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108731059852101069?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108731059852101069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108731059852101069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108731059852101069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108731059852101069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/read-on-to-laugh-at-chings-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108726275473987127</id><published>2004-06-15T11:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T12:41:16.583+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't tell if my &lt;strong&gt;iprimus&lt;/strong&gt; friend(ok maybe not a friend) is trying to make a statement by searching for my blog add on google or she just simply doesn't want my link to appear on her address bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawn*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up, and I'm friggin tired man.. =It's like those kinda feelings where you're drained and your energy is sucked out..&lt;br /&gt;My paper's in 3 hours time and yet I'm so friggin cool about it.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just thinking of a rumour I heard..&lt;br /&gt;Set me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Would you let your face go under the knife just so that you could be a model?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Not for me man... *shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;This section of my blog was inspired by this article, Click &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/eyeoneastasia/story/0,4395,252874,00.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to reference it for some darn good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this killer paper, I'll only have 1 more shit paper left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buddha bless me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with a few friends online... (that includes &lt;strong&gt;Cec&lt;/strong&gt; who's leaving for &lt;strong&gt;Bali&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow.. Lucky bitch...)&lt;br /&gt;They seem to all repeat the same thing... (come back now LEH...!)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah.. My surname is a &lt;strong&gt;SIA&lt;/strong&gt;, doesn't mean I own &lt;strong&gt;SIA&lt;/strong&gt; wanna come back can come back instantly right... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;But the "&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;(s)" from them are good enough to make up for that repetitive sentence. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom's&lt;/strong&gt; falling sick again, for some reason, I just wanna speed to her place now and nurse her but the killer papers are annoying the life outta me..&lt;br /&gt;*poof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108726275473987127?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108726275473987127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108726275473987127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108726275473987127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108726275473987127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/cant-tell-if-my-iprimus-friendok-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108702719144481410</id><published>2004-06-12T17:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T17:59:51.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's our 1st month today..&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tough month, due to our never ending accidents (my broken rib, your broken pinkie), our stressful exams that are killing us... Blah and blah..&lt;br /&gt;But it's been a wonderful 2 days that I've been spending with you (fcuk the exams -_-")&lt;br /&gt;and I'm glad we've pulled through... 1 month finally =D&lt;br /&gt;Harry Porter with you later, then back to our studious selves again (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;*muackz and a Happy 1st Monthliversory baby =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to blog no more... *poof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108702719144481410?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108702719144481410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108702719144481410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108702719144481410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108702719144481410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-our-1st-month-today.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108686940433711871</id><published>2004-06-10T22:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T22:10:04.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My very thoughtful girl turned up yesterday afternoon with a couple of bags from Safeway...&lt;br /&gt;My fave drink, chicken, muffins!!!! and cheese!!&lt;br /&gt;She's worried that I've got no food to eat and no time to buy considering the fact that my exams was today..&lt;br /&gt;So much lovin' from my baby =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lovin it..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paper today was screwed of course..&lt;br /&gt;Psychology..&lt;br /&gt;Neuropsychology..&lt;br /&gt;Neurosuckology..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NeuroSUCKology&lt;/strong&gt; more like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was going crazy after the paper, and that &lt;strong&gt;Jane&lt;/strong&gt; still had the mood to do her humping action outside &lt;strong&gt;Royal Exhibition Building&lt;/strong&gt; again -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rat and I&lt;/strong&gt; were going mad and all and sigh. &lt;br /&gt;It's a depressing paper lah basically, everyone agreed.. &lt;br /&gt;Worse still, when I tried to compare answers with my neighbour on the left and the right.. (discreetly of course) EVERYONE HAD DIFFERENT ANSWERS!! LIKE WTF???&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;SIGH......................!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers to come, then I can go over to &lt;strong&gt;Dom's&lt;/strong&gt; place and cook for her or something everyday...&lt;br /&gt;But that's unless she wants to eat my crap of course =P&lt;br /&gt;My cooking's rojak man.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;Endure!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108686940433711871?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108686940433711871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108686940433711871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108686940433711871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108686940433711871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-very-thoughtful-girl-turned-up.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108671388189385680</id><published>2004-06-09T02:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T02:58:01.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not getting townhouse no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma&lt;/strong&gt; called and disappointed me this morning big time.&lt;br /&gt;Getting something even better in Singapore or so she claims.&lt;br /&gt;More expensive, higher resale value.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I want my Viller townhouse.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams in a days time, &lt;strong&gt;Dom's&lt;/strong&gt; exam is gonna be in less than 7 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;I pray my baby will do well.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that every other &lt;strong&gt;Melbourne Uni&lt;/strong&gt; friend of mine, Rathi lah, Jane and Suanne lah, Lib lah, Leona and Siew lah, Sindy lah, Nicole lah and of course me lah will do well.&lt;br /&gt;(I must be turning auntiefied, so many lahs, lol)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Buddha&lt;/strong&gt; bless me thanks =)&lt;br /&gt;(I foresee &lt;strong&gt;Suanne&lt;/strong&gt; rolling once again when she sees the &lt;strong&gt;Buddha&lt;/strong&gt; bless me. No worries babe, your &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; will bless you too lah =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rat and I&lt;/strong&gt; still have SO MUCH MORE to cover for our Psych, so damn screwed lah.&lt;br /&gt;Should have chosen chinese for my extra elective lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, &lt;strong&gt;XIAOKIA&lt;/strong&gt;, please study faster and harder man, if not I get your housemate to spank you on my behalf. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In need of divine intervention now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Dom's&lt;/strong&gt; traumatized after hearing me hmm this song more than 1000 times to her already lol..)&lt;br /&gt;.:Beach Boys - Wouldn't it be nice:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108671388189385680?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108671388189385680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108671388189385680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108671388189385680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108671388189385680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/not-getting-townhouse-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108651618542606070</id><published>2004-06-06T19:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:13:15.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been all good since last night..&lt;br /&gt;My so called cold war with my &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt; ended, differences sorted out..&lt;br /&gt;And yeah.. Just hope that these walls thingy would just go away and she'll understand me better..&lt;br /&gt;Blah, most of you guys don't know what I'm talking about yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Hush hush.. =x&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt; stayed over last night, and showed me the lil sketch book that she wrote down everything else that happened ever since the day we met..&lt;br /&gt;I think my eyes nearly dried up from the crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img52.photobucket.com/albums/v159/hiphoppercs/IMAG0039.jpg width="220" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? It's 20 sunflowers for everyday till the exams end =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, watched &lt;strong&gt;50 first dates&lt;/strong&gt; in the evening and I don't think I've laughed and cried so much while watching a movie before. (yeah yeah, I'm a sucker ok.. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma&lt;/strong&gt; is more or less ok with the price of the townhouse now, and I've brought &lt;strong&gt;Auntie Doris&lt;/strong&gt; to view it too..&lt;br /&gt;She's cool, so it's all good =)&lt;br /&gt;It'll be ready in November... weee!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping to settle this thing ASAP!!&lt;br /&gt;And the study which is going to be the converted to a 4th bedroom will be constructed as I've wished.. &lt;br /&gt;Then when &lt;strong&gt;Cec&lt;/strong&gt; and all and the &lt;strong&gt;Sisterhood&lt;/strong&gt; comes over we'll literall tear the house down. =P&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what, the agent was so scared that I would be affected by the address of the place that he is willing to put it to the number that I wanted, to &lt;strong&gt;18A&lt;/strong&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a hell of a unique house man.. =D&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that it goes through in the end and everyone can stay together and blah..&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that the garage has those kinda parking that allows me to push one button and one car is pushed up to another level so that another car could come in?&lt;br /&gt;Damn cool lah! (ya lah ching is swa ku la what to do. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ballieu&lt;/strong&gt; has more or less been productive today, must be coz I'm in high spirits! *poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we were older&lt;br /&gt;Then we wouldn't have to wait so long&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't it be nice to live together&lt;br /&gt;In the kind of world where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its gonna make it that much better&lt;br /&gt;When we can say goodnight and stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when the day is new&lt;br /&gt;And after having spent the day together&lt;br /&gt;Hold each other close the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy times together we've been spending&lt;br /&gt;I wish that every kiss was neverending&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.:Beach Boys - Wouldn't it be nice:.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108651618542606070?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108651618542606070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108651618542606070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108651618542606070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108651618542606070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-been-all-good-since-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103284.post-108641308710659667</id><published>2004-06-05T15:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T15:24:47.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things that I do make me feel more in control, and feel better.&lt;br /&gt;The whole agent thingy that went on in and outside Ballieu killed me.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody agent kept calling me to confirm whether I wanted it at a certain price.&lt;br /&gt;Ma's cool with the townhouse but now she wants Auntie Doris to just go down with me.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that it all goes through fine in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stressful exam period sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7103284-108641308710659667?l=privatepart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/feeds/108641308710659667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7103284&amp;postID=108641308710659667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108641308710659667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7103284/posts/default/108641308710659667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://privatepart.blogspot.com/2004/06/some-things-that-i-do-make-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>decadent morals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08255315175930167434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
