<?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-24109020</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:02:45.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayzee Love's Journey to the soon be Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24109020.post-115829531336939280</id><published>2006-09-15T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:41:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive moved to a new site. Get to me for the new link. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115829531336939280?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115829531336939280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115829531336939280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115829531336939280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115829531336939280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-moved-to-new-site.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115774074503036427</id><published>2006-09-09T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T02:39:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a unproductive today was. It's my off day and I wasted it because the boyfriend is having his duty till Sunday morning. :( Sorry for not blogging often. I just don't know what to blog about. Everyday is the same thing. Work, work, work. Not that Im complaining. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked bar for 2 days and Im a very, very happy &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; lady. And since my day one till now, I finally got to go home BEFORE closing for tomorrow and Sunday. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since I do not know what to do. I'll post this pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/beyonce1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://dlisted.blogspot.com"&gt; Dlisted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reason: Beyonce looked ugly in a skirt made out of bananas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/suricruise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://dlisted.blogspot.com"&gt; Dlisted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reason: Because everyone posted this on their blog one way or another. Plus to end the speculation that Suri doesn't exist (or she's an alien), she looks totally adorable. AND it's weird for a white to have &lt;em&gt;sepet&lt;/em&gt; eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/cuteness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://cuteoverload.com"&gt;CuteOverload.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reason: Just random.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay I thought I wanna end today's entry by doing some lame quizzes. But it's super late. Im working at 10am tomorrow. Got to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Psssss: I may be moving to another site soon. Hence, the less update. Im doing some organizing at the other site. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hint: It got to do with Vox.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodnight, Love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115774074503036427?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115774074503036427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115774074503036427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115774074503036427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115774074503036427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-unproductive-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115756252413588711</id><published>2006-09-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:10:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 252px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 271px" width="252" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 3px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 3px solid; WIDTH: 244px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 3px solid; HEIGHT: 243px" height="220" alt="QuizGalaxy!" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Ryn-5-11-11.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What" will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahh... What a thing to be written for my obituary. But hey it's somewhat true. I love to laugh and I love potato. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115756252413588711?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115756252413588711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115756252413588711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115756252413588711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115756252413588711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-will-your-obituary-say-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115738477896249476</id><published>2006-09-04T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:46:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work was fun as usual except for Ms PartyPooper. There's a different story about her everyday I come to work. Haha. Met the BF in the morning to go polyclinic. Got my heart checked. Luckily everything is fine. Also got a cream for my out-of-this-world rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Marina Sq's FoodCourt. And, I got my Tragus pierced!!! It's on the ear for those who don't know. The thick thing near your ear hole (okay I don't even know how to describe). Thanks to FeiFei who tempt me to get it. Right on the spot. Haha. Tina sayang.. I finally did it after countless of "pain or not, pain or not". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much. Im gonna eat Tom Yam cup noodle later. Everyday since 2 days ago. I think Im addicted. Haha. Can you imagine.. My brother bought this delicious looking Japanese Pizza (&lt;a href="http://www.oishipizza.com"&gt;www.oishipizza.com&lt;/a&gt;) and Mom bought me that Tom Yam cup noodle (which I crave since the day before). And silly me chose the cheapass, budget cup noodle. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep. I LOVE MY TRAGUS PIERCING!!! Next would be the tongue. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115738477896249476?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115738477896249476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115738477896249476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115738477896249476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115738477896249476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/09/work-was-fun-as-usual-except-for-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115721342373750083</id><published>2006-09-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:10:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up to a bad start of the day. Was awaken by this HUGE pain in my chest. I couldn't breathe properly. I tried everything. Nothing works. I even tried to sleep sitting down. I was in tears because the pain is unbearable. I was so scared anything would happen to me. I better check with the doctor soon. Im worried for my own sake. Did not turn up to work and I really felt bad because there would be shortage of staff. It's a torture to go through the whole afternoon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasnt bad enough.. Both of my legs are swollen. Due to itchyness. It got so bad I was in tears too seeing my legs. It's like I've got two huge elephant legs. My arms and waist was pretty bad too. I was wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Mom even saw the swollen parts way in the kitchen.. That's how big it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, the BF was there. He made everything better. He bought me Dettol shower cream and Johnson's Baby lotion. It doesn't make things better and I smelt like a hospital patient but it was very thoughtful. &lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all SR staffs who was working just now, Im terribly sorry for not turning up. :( I miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'd like say thanks to Ryf too for yesterday. I was having a bad, bad day. I was hungry so I went to buy some hotdog thing at 7-11. Went to the drink section.. Bought my favourite Vodka. Yes, I know Im very foolish. But I just want to forget about everything. I was all alone drinking and Ryf came down to accompany me. It's a bless to have such a friend. We talked and talked and eventually my spirits are up again. &lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling the chest pain again. It's still bearable but Im having trouble breathing. I hope it won't get worse. Im drinking hot cocoa, as advised from the BF. My body is sticky (&lt;em&gt;and smooth&lt;/em&gt;), from the lotion and I smelt like a sick old man from the hospital. My skin looks like I've got a contagious skin disease or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im praying nothing bad will overcome me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115721342373750083?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115721342373750083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115721342373750083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115721342373750083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115721342373750083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-woke-up-to-bad-start-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115704570526207013</id><published>2006-09-01T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:37:30.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I miss you.. Why don't you care? Do you cry to sleep every night like I do? Or have you forgotten about me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Work was fine just now. Except for the part where me, dear Colin, "big harrassing monster" and Ms Cruella talked about the case. Actually it was settled but that nosey Ms PartyPooper HAVE to tell the upper management. Now poor "big harrassing monster" have to be transferred. Other than that, I had fun! I'm learning to make drinks now! Im gonna be Ms Barista! Hahaha. I love it.. I know how to make Cafe Latte, Hot/Iced Chocolate and Mocha, Baby/Kiddychino.. and so on. I still got to learn how to make cold drinks.. But I made Milkshake before when Ms PartyPooper was not around. Heee. Colin was being his usual crazy self today. And Tina sayang.. She looked so sweet and pretty with her fringe a little shorter. Just a little but made a big difference. I love you darling!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After work, me, As darling and a new guy, Erwan went to the kopitiam at Esplanade to have our dosage of carrot cake, satay and cigarettes. Thank you so much darlings. I've been complaining at work how hungry I am the whole day. We wanted everyone to follow but Tina and Crystal have to go back. Colin wanted to go drink and have beer belly with Jesper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im on an emotional roller coaster ride now. Im so glad that now my life is much more meaningful with my new job. I love it. Everyone there is like a big happy family to me. They treated me so well with whatever problems I may have. I just need to get out of reality for awhile. I want to go for a drink or two with someone. Maybe go clubbing and just dance my problem away. Let's get drunk together, anyone? Amanta? Haha. =P &lt;em&gt;( You're missing in my life, bitch.. I demand we party together!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can someone just give me a hard slap and wake me up from all this? I hate feeling this way.I want to be happy.. Why is it that every single time when I thought my life is perfect, there is always something that stops me from experiencing that feeling? Is it karma? I never experienced the "perfect" feeling all my 18 years of life. How does it feel? Im always one step away. Is it just me? Or does God hates me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joakim is out. I can have my love for cows again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 weeks to go...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115704570526207013?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115704570526207013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115704570526207013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115704570526207013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115704570526207013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115683417722152990</id><published>2006-08-29T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:52:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello!! Been some time since I update.. Was very busy at work for the whole of last week. This week my shift starts in the evening. Yay.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the "big coward harrasing monster" at work. He's the only &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;I hate about my job. How dare he changed the story to the other managers. If you're not guilty, you woudn't be changing stories. You said it was a joke. If it was a joke, why are you desperate to prove that you're innocent? I never changed my story. It happened and I told people what happened. I told the girls about it so you woudn't do the same to them. Somehow almost everyone in the outlet knows and you're so scared, you changed it and told the managers it was my fault. How low can you get? So that when my BF talks to you, you think everyone will be behind you cuz you're "innocent"? You're such a bitch. I got nothing to hide. And therefore, if anything happens, it will be your own wrong doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for my other sayangs who are there for me. I read Tina's blog and it really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was just thinking how badly i'd kick hiss ass and send him rolling down e freaking longkang if he dares do it again. mann, tis is serious luh. u don do tis 'for funn' okayys! it's harrasment, u bitch. i'm starting to build tis i-hate-ur-face-and-guts-so-badly-u-can-just-eff-off feeling towards tt ass. if it ever hpns again uh, u wait. JUST WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;no one hurts my syg. i'll be here for u, u noe tt. so don u worry. wen i'm working wif u, i'll do my best to protect u. and remembr, u can talk to me if u need someone ya -huggs- love u, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sayang Ryn is e second person i've hugged e most longest !! sometimes a hugg is all u need to make tings better. it might not solve EVERYTHING, but, it makes u realize tt someone actually cares. thank u, and it goes e other way round too, my dear(: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tina.. You made my day when I read that. I love you!! Muacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since Im so bored with so many hours to spare.. I wanna do this lame quiz. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can only say YES or NO.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you / comments and asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken a picture naked? YES.&lt;br /&gt;2. Painted your room? NO.&lt;br /&gt;3. Made out with a member of the same sex? NO.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove a car? NO.&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced in front of your mirror? YES.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a crush? YES.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been dumped? YES.&lt;br /&gt;8. Stole money from friend? NO.&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? YES.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight? NO.&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuck out of your house? YES.&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? YES.&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested? NO.&lt;br /&gt;14. Made out with a stranger? YES.&lt;br /&gt;15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? YES.&lt;br /&gt;16. Left your house with out telling your parents? YES.&lt;br /&gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbor? NO.&lt;br /&gt;18. Ditched school to do something more fun? YES.&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? YES.&lt;br /&gt;20. Seen someone die? NO.&lt;br /&gt;21. Been on a plane? YES.&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissed a picture? YES.&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept in until 3PM? YES.&lt;br /&gt;24. Love someone or miss someone right now? YES.&lt;br /&gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? YES.&lt;br /&gt;26. Made a snow angel? NO.&lt;br /&gt;27. Played dress up? YES.&lt;br /&gt;28. Cheated while playing a game? YES.&lt;br /&gt;29. Been lonely? YES.&lt;br /&gt;30. Fallen asleep at work/school? YES.&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to a club? YES.&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt an earthquake? NO.&lt;br /&gt;33. Touched a snake? YES.&lt;br /&gt;34. Ran a red light? NO.&lt;br /&gt;35. Been suspended from school? NO.&lt;br /&gt;36. Had detention? YES.&lt;br /&gt;37. Been in a car accident? NO.&lt;br /&gt;38. Hated the way you look? YES.&lt;br /&gt;39. Witnessed a crime? NO.&lt;br /&gt;40. Pole danced? YES.&lt;br /&gt;41. Been lost? NO.&lt;br /&gt;42. Been to the opposite side of the country? YES.&lt;br /&gt;43. Felt like dying? YES.&lt;br /&gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep? YES.&lt;br /&gt;46. Sang karaoke? YES.&lt;br /&gt;47. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? YES.&lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose? NO.&lt;br /&gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? NO.&lt;br /&gt;50. Kissed in the rain? YES.&lt;br /&gt;51. Sing in the shower? YES.&lt;br /&gt;52. Made love in a park? YES.&lt;br /&gt;53. Had a dream that you married someone? YES.&lt;br /&gt;54. Glued your hand to something? YES.&lt;br /&gt;55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? NO.&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever gone to school partially naked? NO.&lt;br /&gt;57. Been a cheerleader? YES.&lt;br /&gt;58. Sat on a roof top? NO.&lt;br /&gt;59. Didn't take a shower for a week? YES.&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? YES.&lt;br /&gt;61. Played chicken? YES.&lt;br /&gt;62. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? NO.&lt;br /&gt;63. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? YES.&lt;br /&gt;64. Broken a bone? NO.&lt;br /&gt;65. Been easily amused? YES.&lt;br /&gt;66. Laugh so hard you cry? YES.&lt;br /&gt;67. Mooned/flashed someone? YES.&lt;br /&gt;68. Cheated on a test? YES.&lt;br /&gt;69. Forgotten someone's name? YES.&lt;br /&gt;70. Slept naked? YES.&lt;br /&gt;71. Gone skinny dipping in a pool? NO.&lt;br /&gt;73. Blacked out from drinking? NO.&lt;br /&gt;74. Played a prank on someone? YES.&lt;br /&gt;75. Gone to a late night movie? YES.&lt;br /&gt;76. Made love to anything not human? NO.&lt;br /&gt;77. Failed a class? YES.&lt;br /&gt;78. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? NO.&lt;br /&gt;79. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? NO.&lt;br /&gt;80. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? NO.&lt;br /&gt;81. Did you celebrate the 4th of July? NO.&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown strange objects? YES.&lt;br /&gt;83. Felt like killing someone? NO.&lt;br /&gt;84. Thought about running away? YES.&lt;br /&gt;85. Ran away? NO.&lt;br /&gt;86. Did drugs? NO.&lt;br /&gt;87. Had detention and not attend it? YES.&lt;br /&gt;89. Made a parent cry? YES.&lt;br /&gt;90. Cried over someone? YES.&lt;br /&gt;91. Owned more than 5 sharpies? NO.&lt;br /&gt;92. Dated someone more than once? YES.&lt;br /&gt;93. Have a dog? NO.&lt;br /&gt;94. Own an instrument? NO.&lt;br /&gt;95. Been in a band? NO.&lt;br /&gt;96. Drank 25 sodas in a day? NO.&lt;br /&gt;97. Broken a cd? YES.&lt;br /&gt;98. Shot a gun? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... I love doing quizzes no matter how lame is it when Im bored. Anyone got any lame quizzes, get to me okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make delicious tempura prawns. =D&lt;br /&gt;One for one today! Come down Secret Recipe at 9pm! Buy two cakes for the price of one!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115683417722152990?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115683417722152990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115683417722152990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115683417722152990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115683417722152990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-been-some-time-since-i-update.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115609205461712343</id><published>2006-08-21T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:43:02.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow on Monday onwards Im working long hours. Not sure I can take it. But I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys heard of &lt;strong&gt;Bianca Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;? This little bitch is 11 years old but got vocals of some 30 year old woman. I swear that my mouth was wide open when I heard her sing. Oh my god, she got a black soul in her when she sings, I tell you!! Even singers twice her age &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;struggles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to sing the way she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/bianca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 YEARS OLD!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Jvz-zqbnVd4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to watch her at YouTube. I do not like to put videos on my blog.. Haha. So go there yourself. It's worth it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tokyo Drift&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;The Break-up&lt;/strong&gt;? Recommendations? I watched &lt;strong&gt;Click&lt;/strong&gt; last week, and it's worth my $9.50. Haha. Anyone willing to part a few dollars for me? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115609205461712343?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115609205461712343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115609205461712343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115609205461712343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115609205461712343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow-on-monday-onwards-im-working-long.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115600766783183435</id><published>2006-08-20T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:11:17.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hello! Work was fun as usual.. Haha. I heart Tina, Fiza, Lala, Kurseth, Az, Triana (etc..), KitchenBoys (sounds &lt;s&gt;sexy&lt;/s&gt; gay.. hahaha), Colin and Alvin. Though at times I work long hours, time usually pass by fast with these CRAZY people around. Muacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my camera can? I cant post any pictures up! My blog looked so dull and boring. Though it doesn't really matter because there is hardly any souls bother reading my lame blog.. I think. Sooooo... I'll post some &lt;em&gt;zaman dulu-dulu punyer gambar k&lt;/em&gt;? Yes, my Malay sucks terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to show you that I used to have long and pretty hair. I missed it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/DSCK0092.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/DSCK0052.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And BF used to have curly/afro/twisted/long hair too! But unfortunately, those bad, bad government people took it all away. As I was looking through all the past pictures, I realised I missed my ITE ladies so much.. I just met Aisha and "Bubblish" Zee a few days back.. I WANT A GATHERING PLEASE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/the%20grls.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/hahaha.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. That was in 2004. What a wacky BF I have... And I stole all this pictures from NAD. &lt;em&gt;Nad sayang.. thank you eh.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/31556389823225l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh oh oh!! That's me!! On the left. SO CUTE right? Found this picture on my cousin's Friendster. That tall guy is my brother. How THIN he used to be. Now? Tsk tsk... Anyway that was in 1998 at South Africa. I was 11-12 years old. And yes, there're penguins behind us. Yes, it is on sand. Penguins do live in sand too, ok. Not only in snow. So you learn something new? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And may I add that Singapore Idol is so lame? Have you Singaporeans dig your ear with cotton bud? You may need to dig deeper. Can anyone tell me in WHAT FREAKING WAY is Joakim better than Mathilda? My goodness, Joakim can't even sing. I can definitely sing better than him. AND I DO NOT SING! Sheesh. Mathilda is so fucking marvellous. Do Singaporeans even know what is SINGING? Mathilda SINGS, Joakim sounds like a big fat cow about to give birth. It is a singing competition. Not "i-got-good-looks-people-don't-care-what-i-sound-like" competition ok! Once Hady is out before Joakim, I will sworn off SG Idol forever. &lt;em&gt;Please eh&lt;/em&gt;! Hady got fucking good singing techniques.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blog is such a nice place to rant your anger. I need to go poo-poo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115600766783183435?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115600766783183435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115600766783183435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115600766783183435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115600766783183435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-hello-work-was-fun-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115557220245196503</id><published>2006-08-15T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:16:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally another entry. Working life is hectic. You'll be so lazy to blog everyday. You'll be darn tired and just want your ass in bed when you get home. And I've just been working for a week. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I declare: I LOVE MY JOB. People there are sooo sweet and nice. I get to meet interesting people. I get to eat cakes. The staff meals are delicious. What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I don't know what to write about. More like I forgot. On my journey back home, I think about what Im going to blog about. Now my brain is dead. You'll see very little update from now on. And my camera is still giving me problems. I can't post any selfish pictures of myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now in the bus, some immature, acting gangster kids asked me for my number. Must be 15 year olds. You should see how RUDE am I to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115557220245196503?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115557220245196503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115557220245196503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115557220245196503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115557220245196503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-another-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115522880839231054</id><published>2006-08-11T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:53:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO! Im falling sick.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115522880839231054?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115522880839231054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115522880839231054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115522880839231054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115522880839231054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-no-im-falling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115495158940054798</id><published>2006-08-07T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:53:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Absence makes the heart grows fonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss BF so much. Now that I just started on my new job, Im going to miss him more. It feels so different now that we have little time with each other. We are so used to being together every single second. But oh well.. Love you Olie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job is good. Though can be abit tiring. Gosh it's only 4 hours and Im starting to complain. Tomorrow is 7 hours. Haha. Looking foward to tomorrow, cuz most probably be seeing BF before and after work. I start at 5pm. It feels weird to start work in the evening. Lol. The people there are extremely nice. Maybe this time I'll stay on this job for at least 2 months. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a boring entry. I KNOW. Im tired. Im going to bed early. Bleargh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115495158940054798?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115495158940054798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115495158940054798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115495158940054798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115495158940054798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/absence-makes-heart-grows-fonder.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115487705569059304</id><published>2006-08-06T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:12:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something wrong with the wire of my camera so I cant post up all the beautiful pictures for the weekend. :( Yeah, I know. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway GREAT news!! I'll be starting work TOMORROW! Where you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/chocobanana.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. That place selling that cake. *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im VERY excited. But kind of nerve-wrecking too. Haha. I love BF. This time Im gonna buy lots of useless things with my own money kay! Lol. But thank you for supporting me when Im jobless cuz this lazy ass of mine doesn't want to look for one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss BF. Though he's here a just few minutes ago. No more sleeping late for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a great weekend. &lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;. :) Love you Roslie!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115487705569059304?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115487705569059304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115487705569059304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115487705569059304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115487705569059304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-something-wrong-with-wire-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115468079127721381</id><published>2006-08-04T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:55:38.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogspot is such a bitch. It has to go down when I finished writing my entry. Anyway, let's do it all over again. Bitch. Okay.. Here are the pictures from last few days. First off, the swimming-chilling at Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0981%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0984%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0987%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I did not take a picture of myself in bikini. I looked very, very ugly with my tummy the size of Mount Kinabalu. It's so big it's not even funny. Im doing on my abs right now. Don't laugh okay. I know I've not been doing excersises since &lt;em&gt;zaman budak budak&lt;/em&gt; in secondary school. And mind you, I was in atheletics. Though it doesn't really help cuz I will be seating at the benches eating potato chips, cheering on my team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0992%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the one on the way to Marina Square. That's one of the decent pictures we took. My pathetic camera died on me even before we get off the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off about my Mount Kinabalu, I, shamlessly, still have cravings for Fried Rice at Cameron Restaurant. It's somewhere off Little India I think. After the delicious lunch, we made our long, long walk to Sungei Road. A junk heaven. Seriously! There's so much cheap junks I can decorate my house with just a month's pay. Im not going to even describe what kind of things are there. Anything in your head right now, I can assure you, there is. Okay sorry for my little excitement. I know alot of you have been there tons of time. But hey, it's my first. Call me a Singaporean. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that my poor BF wanted soooo much to skate so off we go to Bedok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/Untitled-2%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching skate videos and pros skating, it looked sooo easy to do tricks and ollie everything that is in sight. After trying my one of my first attempts, I sworn off skateboards till the sun rises from the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, look at that skater girl goes. Hahaha. Puh-leaaase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im gonna go blacken my lungs and pollute the air once again. Toodle doo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115468079127721381?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115468079127721381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115468079127721381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115468079127721381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115468079127721381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogspot-is-such-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115444739171842132</id><published>2006-08-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:54:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gagging out my intestines, stomach, liver, kidney and whatnot, I decided to make a new template. Hah. So much for "don't have basic needs". This is purely temporary okay. Yeah I know it's very, very plain. I did the design in less than 30 min, and quickly do the codings. Yes, that is how desperate I am to change my layout. So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus additional links! Wow! Hahahah. But there's nothing much to read in my other links. And the TAGBOARD is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go on and post your hates bitches! Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssss: Since my blog looks so empty without any pictures (I finally did an 'archives' page. =P) here's a little one I made recently. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/%3D%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115444739171842132?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115444739171842132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115444739171842132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115444739171842132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115444739171842132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/updated-after-gagging-out-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115443237794212843</id><published>2006-08-01T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:42:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can gag out my whole intestine, stomach, liver, kidney and whatever that is in the body whenever I see my template. Im so freaking bored by it. I need to change! But I don't have the time. Well, actually I do. I got the whole time in the world. But I don't have the basic need to design in my computer. I can go to BF's house to design. But if Im at his house, I won't get any designing done. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to blog about. Im getting bored of blogging too. Yeah, my enthusiastic-ness dies faster than an ant being stepped by a bully. Haha. Let's talk about my weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so it's the typical "I had so much fun, I went here and I did this" kind of entry. Boring. But who cares?! I had so much fun on my weekends! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was not a good day. About the weather I mean. BF and I are all geared up to go suntanning. But yeah, it started to rain. We did not even set foot on the bus when it rains. We just went ahead. Reached Downtown, it stopped. But no sun. =( So we just swam for like 2 hours? Bought some snacks and sat by the beach... Aww.. So romantic. Fuck that.. It's so hot, ants got burnt on my skin! But I got a nice even tan when I got home. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went to Marina Square.. Walked around. Ate my favourite BANANA CHOC CAKE at SECRET RECIPE! It was heaven, I tell you! I applied a job there. Haha. Well, I may be starting work in a week or two. That was unexpected. Now I can clear the room of messy, crushed, doodled classified papers. I've been emailing companies my resume since Im such a lazy ass to go out for interviews. But none of those bastards call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that we went to Peninsular. I bought a new belly stud! It's beautiful. No pictures yet. My battery died on me. Went home, we have a haircut session. I cut his, he cut mine. YES, I finally cut my hair again. Now it's like the original short I got before. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRET RECIPE people!! Call me okay? I can't wait to work for you! Just pay me with BANANA CHOCO CAKE every month and I'll be a happy &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115443237794212843?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115443237794212843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115443237794212843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115443237794212843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115443237794212843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-can-gag-out-my-whole-intestine.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115393602102710917</id><published>2006-07-27T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:47:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so freaking bored. For the sake of 'updating of ze blog', I'll tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this couple see, who had a kid they thought the world of. They thought so much of him, in fact, that when he was born they sealed him in a special room. Just to be sure nothing would happen to him, they screened everything that went into the room: furnitures, books, food, toys, everything! They even filtered the air to be sure he didn't get any disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on his 18th bday, they opened the room and let him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid took 2 steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and died of excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssssssssss: Im bored of my layout AGAIN. Changing it soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115393602102710917?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115393602102710917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115393602102710917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115393602102710917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115393602102710917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-freaking-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115381041685480853</id><published>2006-07-25T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:53:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay finally a time to blog. So much have happened the last few days. Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Town on Saturday. WE as in BF, me, Faiz and his friend.. Deva? Or something like that. Haha. BF and I wanna take the train but this Faiz wanted to take the bike. So i hop on to Faiz's Vespa while BF's on the other guy's bike. We ride till Eunos and Faiz's bike break down. In the end both of us took the cab to town. That was lame. Told you to take the train... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;strong&gt;Nacho Libre. &lt;/strong&gt;It was hilarious, I tell you!! The sucky thing about the whole movie is that we sat in the front row. Yes people, front row where at the end of the movie you'll have neck cramps. After the movie we head back to Tampines. Faiz came over BF's home and we chill till pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, met my dear Qyn. Gosh, I missed her so much. It's been months. We talked about everything under the sun. And I bought blueberry waffles for BF. Intended to have a surprise breakfast for him, and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it seems that I don't know how to blog anymore. Haha. Im pretty lazy &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. Waiting for BF to be back. We're heading Town later to get my Strawberry Strudel. If you people notice, I had not put any pictures lately. That is quite surprising since Im a camwhore. Mom's holding on to the camera right now. So life is pretty much quiet and slow without cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im blabbering nonsense. I don't feel like blogging. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115381041685480853?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115381041685480853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115381041685480853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115381041685480853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115381041685480853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-finally-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115341063925331131</id><published>2006-07-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:50:39.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I wanna let out my opinion on Singapore Idol. I don't know why this season I'm so keen to watch the performance show. The last season, I only started to watch during the top 5; though I'd still rather watch Nickelodeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore lack of talents, yes? It's rare for me to hear any good vocals locally. Most of them sounds like a fat cow giving birth. But hey, who am I to judge? I myself can't sing. And I know how nerve-wrecking it is to perform live in front of judges and audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only potential ones I see is: Nurul, Hady, Jonathan and Mathilda. I like Rahimah's strong vocal but sadly, I hate her on screen attitude. It's like she's trying to act and talk like someone she's not. And I totally love Mathilda. She sounds black- as in African-American black. She's the best vocally so far. But I doubt she'll make it to the finals. Wanna know why? Because typical Singaporean like you will only vote for the pretty, hunky, slim, cute, emo ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about emo. Haha. Yeah you guys know who I'm gonna talk about. Mr Paul Twohill. What's up with him? Okay I know he got TONS of fans. But I think that guy cant sing. Well he can if its rockish, punkish, emoish songs. He's not versatile. So I don't get it why he made it this far. Personally, he's not even good looking to me. (No offence, fans of Paul) And for goodness sake, cut off that freakishly annoying hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else.. Nurul, sweet voice but can be plain at times. Hady, good voice control. Jonathan, sexy. Jasmine, bad BAD pronounciation. Jay, crybaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others? Too boring to get my attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115341063925331131?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115341063925331131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115341063925331131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115341063925331131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115341063925331131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-i-wanna-let-out-my-opinion-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115325001098063002</id><published>2006-07-19T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:13:30.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love can overcome anything and everything, yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I made my decision. Im sorry if it's a bad timing. You are so sweet to understand what Im feeling right now. Guilty. And it makes me fall deeper in this world of guilt. I wish I could be there for you in this important time of need. But something is holding me back. Though Im still worried for your being. I prayed each night that tomorrow you'll wake up strong and positive. I know you are. With all this happening and ME adding on, you are still standing tall; that is what I admire most about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we chat, I'll try so hard to make you smile and laugh even though I know deep down in your heart, it's impossible for you to be naturally happy. Even though deep down in my own heart, my spirit is incredibly low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure about this whole love issue. Maybe I'm just trying to prove to you I would stand up on my words. I'm trying to prove that I am strong. To prove that I am right and you're wrong. To make you feel the loss of losing me. And a time for you to prove something to me.... I don't know what to do. Sadly, my love for you have swayed.. but not gone. I don't wanna be selfish. My aim now is to distract you from all this unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I'm ready for a rewind of our love. But when I meet you, I just want to hold you in my arms and shelter you from all the hurt you are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I won't have to let go of that last hug.. It felt good.&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/24109020-115325001098063002?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115325001098063002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115325001098063002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115325001098063002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115325001098063002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-can-overcome-anything-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115312119178154735</id><published>2006-07-17T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:26:31.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being home alone have got it's fun. I can blast the music so loud, the neighbours will complain. I can sing and shout tunelessly to Kelly Clarkson's and Mariah Carey's without the world to care. I can try very hard to cook something up in the kitchen with endless mess. I can smoke freely and so much till I die of choking up ashes up my black lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's always good to have Mom around. Im tired of eating blant Maggies, burnt eggs and flat cookies. I need real food! I need cash!! 4 days is sooooo long. &lt;em&gt;"Mom, you better come back fast. While you're enjoying at God knows where in Malaysia, your daughter here is very lonely and hungry."&lt;/em&gt; And she took my favourite shoes along with her.   :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Im so bored (what's new). Sooooooo, I've come up with some pictures of who I miss. You people better be proud and honoured if you're picture is up here. If it's not, it means I see too much of you already or I just don't know you. Haha. Ok here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/missing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/missing2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/missing4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/missing5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/missing6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/missing3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it from me. Im gonna go enjoy some Alicia Keys. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115312119178154735?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115312119178154735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115312119178154735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115312119178154735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115312119178154735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-home-alone-have-got-its-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115306352647224139</id><published>2006-07-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:57:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't give a damn whether we'll reconcile or not.. But for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're single, and you're happy clap your hands!&lt;/span&gt;" *clap* *clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the old chapter closes, a brand new begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssss: I miss my mom.. &lt;em&gt;"Mommy.. faster come back.. I need food!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115306352647224139?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115306352647224139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115306352647224139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115306352647224139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115306352647224139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-give-damn-whether-well.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115263524966637562</id><published>2006-07-11T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:36:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are Spotlight idiots. Love to go there for god knows why. I told BF I wanna buy one of their stores. I could just live there and make millions of art &amp; crafts. Im pretty excited about "Project X" (it's just a random name I give.. it sounds more exciting). &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0895.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My hair is growing fast. And for the first time in my life I don't want my hair to grow! Im going to cut again soon. I thought of colouring my hair jet black. I did it once but the colour fades off when I did my straightening. But jet black is kind of... boring. Everyone wants that now. Think Im going for red. Or purple. =D &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BF say I look pretty in afro. I think I look spastic. Kids will be crying for their mommies if they saw me with this big mess on my head. Shit, even bees and flying cockroaches will be making their nests in there. And it's not sexy when you're making love and your partner's hands got stuck while caressing your magnificient thick hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and thank you darling for the budget shopping trip! I got that cheap ass top for 6 bucks! And a few more cheap ass items, including some new sexy (and oh so cute) lingeries and bags. Thank you for the midnight pizza, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes you have to just forget the rules, follow your heart and see where it takes you. Never apologize for saying what you feel because that's like saying sorry for being real. Never regret anything you said or did because at some point, it was what you wanted. True strength is being able to hold it all together when everyone else is expecting you to fall apart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With that in mind, I made my decision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/featured.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And their pictures are finally featured at BryanBoy.com!! You couldn't imagine how delighted BF was! &lt;a href="http://www.bryanboy.com/bryanboy_le_superstar_fab/2006/07/if_youre_famous.html#more"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to view the page at BryanBoy for bigger pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, I couldn't help but post this picture up!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/adorable.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hahahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115263524966637562?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115263524966637562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115263524966637562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115263524966637562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115263524966637562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-spotlight-idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115245617114785377</id><published>2006-07-09T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:42:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear to God, I will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; forgive what you said.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;till the day I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115245617114785377?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115245617114785377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115245617114785377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115245617114785377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115245617114785377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-swear-to-god-i-will-never-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115211430842866481</id><published>2006-07-05T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:45:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im actually quite stressed up about finding a job.  I don't even know what kind of job I want. I feel bad cuz BF kept asking me to find one. But I hate pressure. I don't want to have pressure in doing what I want and what I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im all excited. Because I got a BIG PROJECT planned. It's only the planning stage now but I hope I will get it done. I've been fantasizing with this idea since the beginning of the year. And last night, as I doze off to sleep, I told myself.. "This is what I want. And that is just what Im going to do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im making myself a nice tuna sandwich... Watching soccer later. Go Portugal! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115211430842866481?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115211430842866481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115211430842866481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115211430842866481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115211430842866481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-actually-quite-stressed-up-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115190881729526361</id><published>2006-07-03T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:42:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a very mundane Monday afternoon. Im so bored. I may be meeting the BF later. Just for awhile. He's posted to Tekong. =( And he have to stay in for a week. Im so used to seeing him everyday, once again, he's taken away from me by some fucked up NS. Oh well, it's just a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Saturday was out at Town. Bought a new shoe. Another pretty one at such cheap price. :) As my pay is not that much, BF promised to buy a pants for me on his next pay. Oh I also bought new bracelets. It's so pretty ala Bollywood dancers. And I bought new 'ball bearing' (this is my own term cuz I don't know what it's called) for my navel ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking aimlessly from Far East to Cineleisure and back to Far East, we met up with Faiz, Yaya and friends. Accompany them to dinner at Ramen Ten. After that we chilled at Burger King and some place outside Wisma. We're pissed off of the fact that we aren't allowed to smoke at 15353975 places. Please &lt;em&gt;lorh&lt;/em&gt;, get over the shit that Singaporeans wont stop smoking even if you increase cigarette's price or banned smoking at almost all areas. People like us will just be oblivious to the rules. Singapore is so strict. It's like we're living in a place for dogs. We have to follow the law, do what they say, blah blah blah. And if we don't we'll be fined a few hundred bucks. Where's the freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from Town we went to Tampines to watch soccer. There's a big screen tv outside Tampines Mall. Watch England vs Portugal. Of course I support Portugal. One thing is that there's Christiano Ronaldo. And I find England very lame. And who the hell is Crouch and why is he in the match? He just looks like a pole. We stayed on and watch Brazil vs France. It totally sucked cuz I support Brazil. Well, whatever. I DO watch soccer but not the fanatic type. Those who talk, eat, shit and pee soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday, BF and me just chilled around Tampines Mall. Ok Im officially bored. What do I do when Im bored? Play Neopets!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115190881729526361?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115190881729526361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115190881729526361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115190881729526361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115190881729526361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-very-mundane-monday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115171492490636693</id><published>2006-07-01T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:48:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Im animated, I would look like that. Get yours at &lt;a href="http://www.zwinky.com"&gt;www.zwinky.com&lt;/a&gt;. I slept at 2am, woke up at 5.30am to go pee. And Im awake ever since. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115171492490636693?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115171492490636693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115171492490636693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115171492490636693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115171492490636693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-im-animated-i-would-look-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115164721658195513</id><published>2006-06-30T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:12:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets play pictionary from all the past weeks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our second day at work; Me, Nad, Yus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boys will be boys...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess who I saw?? My dear, dear AYN. Miss her alot! Muacks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love group pictures! From the left: Nad, Faiz, Farhan, Me n Olie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/a%20few%20days%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And on the last day of work, this is what we do. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the day after work; Olie, Me, Nad, Dino chilling at CB at town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hearts him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I were a lesbian, I'd choose her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/100_0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How cute is this? Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/a%20few%20days%20062.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A mall after my name. *grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/a%20few%20days%20051.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok if you people understand this, it doesn't make sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/a%20few%20days%20060.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; All ready for Momo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/a%20few%20days%20063.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Ryf for a fab night out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok it took me like hours to get all the pictures up. Next time I won't be lazy anymore. I'll upload once there's something new, ok. Im super hungry I could eat a whole cow. Make it two cows. Oh Im so in love with bacon that yesterday, I went all the way to Woodlands to purchase one at the Cold Storage. Haha. Since I only knew there's the Halal section only at Woodlands and Yishun Cold Storage. Lol. I eat alot that one day I'll swear I'll look like a cow that Im gonna eat later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/320/sexylips.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Pout your sexy lips people... Gloss are the in thing now. &lt;strong&gt;Guys love them&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115164721658195513?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115164721658195513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115164721658195513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115164721658195513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115164721658195513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-play-pictionary-from-all-past.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115156162864638340</id><published>2006-06-29T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:13:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday spent the day with Ryf. Went to Esplanade to watch his friend's band perform. And then we just chilled at the rooftop talking about everything under the sun/moon. From Esplanade we walked all the way to Momo. It was a looooong walk. So went in Momo with another 3 of his friends. We watched the Sexiest Male Butt Competition. It was hot! Haha. Not really. Most of them are pure u.g.l.y. One of them have the face of uncles who sit at coffeeshops. Another one wears big pyjamas boxers; i wonder how he think that is sexy.. And there's one who have very little on the behind. And for goodness sake, you are suppose to jiggle your butt, not your balls. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I had one drink too much. I feel so high and have double visions. Lol. &lt;em&gt;Thank you Ryf for taking care of me&lt;/em&gt;. Or else some 37 year old bastard would be &lt;em&gt;jiggling &lt;/em&gt;balls at me. Hahahaha. Ok enough of that jiggling thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take any pictures of last night cuz I was too darn lazy to take out my camera. But there's pictures of the past week which I have not uploaded. Maybe on the next post. Oh if you people don't know, there's actually a small link below each post for you to comment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't care what you people say but I LOVE NEOPETS. And no one can stop me! =D&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/24109020-115156162864638340?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115156162864638340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115156162864638340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115156162864638340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115156162864638340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-spent-day-with-ryf.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115104771500380557</id><published>2006-06-23T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:30:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im lost. God knows I love him dearly. But why do I have this feeling of letting it go? I just feel it is not right. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to stay. He doesn't want me to leave him all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I made up my mind. I thought Im perfectly fine by it. But why does he have to messed it up? Instead of making me change my mind, he dissed me. He critisized me. But a few minutes later, he asked me to give him a last chance. And then he dissed me again. He acted as if he doesn's care. I cried badly. He gave me hope that maybe it will work again. On the other hand, the way he acted, made me think that I am making the right choices. Im confused. If we had not talked that night, I think I'll be fine now. Because I know I can get over it. But why does he have it messed it all up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me again whether I still wanna be with him. I said I don't know. He said, "If you made up your mind about leaving me, you can fuck of from me now". What does it mean? Does he still want me stay or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why does he have to make things difficult for me. He said because I made things difficult for him. Its &lt;strong&gt;revenge&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wants me to stay, why cant he win my heart back? Why does he want revenge at a vulnerable time like this? Why does he want to risk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his attitude and actions, I think I made the right choice of leaving him. He doesn't really care that Im gonna leave, does he? But I love him so much. So so much. Why the fuck do I have this feeling so suddenly? Im an emotional wreck now. I need someone to just cry my guts out to. I can't cry to him. Because these tears that came out from my eyes, means nothing to him. When will he learn that sometimes, things that seems small to him, actually means the whole world to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should respect my decision since he too, agreed to it. If he wants me back, he shouldn't treat me the way he did that night. He's not helping. It's like the more I wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me. Let me have the strength to go through this vulnerable time.&lt;br /&gt;I still love him, I really do. For 2 and a half years, my love for him never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115104771500380557?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115104771500380557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115104771500380557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115104771500380557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115104771500380557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115088168074627446</id><published>2006-06-21T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:21:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im pretty late but I'll blog anyway. Just a short one. BF have been posted to Kranji to become RP. Army police or something like that. I find it real cute can. Haha. Tomorrow Im going to BF's sis's pit at Pasir Ris. Any of you wanna come along, text me aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I tell you that I got a letter from the Police Force stating that I've been selected for an interview for the post of POlICE OFFICER! Can you believe that? Me? Policewoman. Hahahaha. Im sure it would be fun! Think of all the excitement that comes with that job. But Im letting it pass. Yes it's exciting and all... but it's not my thing. It's not what I wanna be. Anyway, I applied for the sheer fun. I didn't know that they would send me a letter. My mom got a shock! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok BF just text me saying he'll be finishing anytime soon. And I have not even bathe yet!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mommy, when I grow up I want to be a policewoman!! Because I can protect Singapore and the uniform is very cool!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115088168074627446?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115088168074627446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115088168074627446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115088168074627446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115088168074627446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-pretty-late-but-ill-blog-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115064420049603641</id><published>2006-06-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:23:20.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Feast your eyes on the overdue pictures. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is during his Passed Out Parade.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/9%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/10.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day of the chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Doing the infamous BryanBoy pose. Check it out this faggot's at &lt;a href="http://www.bryanboy.com"&gt;www.bryanboy.com&lt;/a&gt;. I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think that should be it. There's more pictures of the weekends but it's at BF's house. Im back at Toa Payoh for now. It sucks here. I don't have any privacy at all. And the last thing that I have in this home is taken by my selfish brother. There is no point actually in me staying here. The only reason that I go back to this house is because of my dearest Mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, the 3 day work was really tiring. Im giving out flyers for "Derma Image"; some skin and spa centre thingy. Working for the last 3 days next week. So if you see me passing out flyers, please do take one.. if not 5. Or 10. Just take the god damned flyers. You can fan yourself with it. Or throw it away for all I care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im loving my new hairdo now. I no longer look like a butch or an Indonesian maid. I look pretty. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BF's in camp now. He'll know his posting tomorrow morning. Im all excited! Lol. Im tired. My left hand feels like a dead heavy fish. I wanna do something fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/400/pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POP OH!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just another 1yr 7mths till ORD. Better start counting guys! Nyahahahaha =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115064420049603641?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115064420049603641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115064420049603641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115064420049603641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115064420049603641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/feast-your-eyes-on-overdue-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115057375562994507</id><published>2006-06-18T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:49:15.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout! And you bitches cant tag anymore! The tagboard very &lt;em&gt;menyemak&lt;/em&gt;. Pictures up on the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF sing very well! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115057375562994507?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115057375562994507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115057375562994507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115057375562994507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115057375562994507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-layout-and-you-bitches-cant-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-115040290693723535</id><published>2006-06-16T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:21:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile now. Im very sick currently. Sick ala cow with mad cow disease and chicken with bird flu. Im feeling horrible! BF doing guard duty. That is why I got the time to update. Lol. Spending the week with him was beautiful. It just feels like old times. Too bad this wont last. He have to go back sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me update you on what I did for the past days. Im lazy to upload pictures. There are tons of them! Wait till I change my layout ok. That will be by this month I guess. I got the idea and concept already. Ok let's not get sidetracked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after BF's POP, we went to his NS chalet. The chalet itself was boring. But the food was delicious, I tell you! So a few of us went off to chill somewhere else. End up playing pool and sitting by the beach telling lame jokes and riddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday... I forgot what we did. I think BF and me just chill around Tampines Mall. I think we watched a movie? Ok to hell with friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went Bugis and Town with BF and Daryl. Met Farhan at Town. That night we went MOS. It was BF and me. Supposedly with Daryl but halfway through he was gone. And a few of BF's NS friends I think. But I was only partying with BF. We actually decided to be singles for the night but we cant! Hahaha.. we just love each other too much. Lol. I love it. We're planning to go again on next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I remembered what I did on Friday. We watched a movie. Yes. At Tampines Mall. "She's the Man". It was cool. We ate Billy Bombers. How could I forget that? And the dramatic most drama for the year... I cut my hair short!! Short as in really short. Boy short. Super short. I was almost in tears when they cut it. I've been playing with the thought of cutting short but I didn't expect it to be so soon. The whole idea goes when he saw a girl he liked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey look, she's sooo pretty with that short hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah, I used to have a crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I wish I have short hair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ok let's go do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off the hair go. I was sad. But BF kept saying I look matured and sexy. He said he just realised how ugly I was with long hair. Asshole. Im slowly getting used to this look. At certain times, I look chic. Very modern, vogue, lady look. At other times, I look like a butch. But thank you to BF who keep saying how beautiful I am even though I keep whining to him I look like an Indonesian maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to the old "girlie girl with flower in the hair, cute and adorable sweetie pie" me.&lt;br /&gt;Hello to MS VOGUE. Nyahahahahhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to my post. The only day I remember after clubbing was the day at Town with BF and Farhan. We went to Changi with Farhan driving.  He was driving so fast when he wanna play with that Subaru, I was like clinging to my seat thinking what would I tell mommy if the car skidded and crash into a tree. So we chill at some coffeeshop and look at some trans on the way home. Made some shocking discovery for me and BF. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday we went to Plaza Singapure for a few min to see Faiz and his band playing. After that off I send BF to camp. Awww.. He'll be back tomorrow morning. Not sure if im meeting him though. Im still quite sick. And I have a temporary job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I need to rest now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-115040290693723535?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/115040290693723535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=115040290693723535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115040290693723535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/115040290693723535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-awhile-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114960598028387018</id><published>2006-06-06T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:59:40.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/shayzee.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/shayzee.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's 6/6/6 today. And no the world's not going to end. Lol. Anyway just a quick post cuz it has been sometime. Im at Tampines now. BF having his POP tomorrow. Finally. Im so excited I could jump down a 27 storey building if I don't love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Honey.. I told you its gonna be over soon. Now the day is finally here. I endured for 3 months. I told you I was sick and tired of waiting. But trust me, its all worth it. I treasure our love even more now. I learnt to be independent. Yes, it is tempting to be partying with different guys, but I always have you in my mind and I do despise guys who wants to make a move on me. While I waited for you, I did alot of self-reflecting. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for loving me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the next few days I will be busy. Tomorrow attending his POP, chalet on thursday and friday maybe. And I will be spending my time with BF for the weekends. This is lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114960598028387018?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114960598028387018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114960598028387018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114960598028387018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114960598028387018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-666-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114916449657783155</id><published>2006-06-01T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:34:31.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss school lately. I miss my first year classmates. I miss how close we all are. We took the whole row of seats in the canteen during breaks. We're always super late for class. Even if I come early (like one hour late), the class is still empty. And I miss all the patient teachers. Oh.. I especially miss our hide and seek game we played with Mr. Sunny. Where the whole of group of blond, brown, green and what not coloured hair will be hiding while Mr. Sunny will go round the whole school to search for us. And I miss skipping lessons. I miss dancing sessions. I miss smoke breaks on the third floor staircase. I wish I could go back to school, then sitting and rot at home. But to think again.... I'd rather not. Hahahaha. =P &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sorry if the pictures are a little too small. That is why I said I need a new template. Hehe.&lt;/s&gt; EDITED!! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used to have long hair by the way. Long, curly and brown with blond streak. I miss that too. Haha. AND!! I found this little picture. It's at ITE College East website. I look sooo goody-goody two shoes. Not to mention nerdy. Haha. A group of us are actually doing a shoot for the new uniforms. Sooooo, of course I have to look descent. Lol!! Ok fine.. Laugh away...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/sch.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think Im gonna chill with Amanta later. Tomorrow I must wake up early *again*. Meeting BF for his appointment *again*. Lol. Have you guys heard the song "Unfaithful" by Rihanna? Its stuck in my head now. And I love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok bye!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114916449657783155?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114916449657783155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114916449657783155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114916449657783155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114916449657783155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-school-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114909115353912916</id><published>2006-05-31T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:59:13.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the official earliest time I woke up since god knows how many weeks. 11am!! Lol. Got a text from Amanta. It says, "Woman". Yeap, that is my wake up call. We went swimming. It was fun. We played around with water. Haha. Amanta, if you're reading this, make our little disadvantage with water be a hush hush. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chill somewhere after that till I realised that Im super late to meet BF. He got his appointment today. So off I go to Buona Vista. It feels like it has been 3 months since I last saw him. But actually, it's only 3 days. Nyahahaha. Only when you're in love, you know how it feels ok, kids? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just now, at around 9 plus, after for about a few months, it finally happened again. I was devastated.. I hid myself in the toilet.. puffing away and crying. I know this kind of thing will come back eventually, but I didn't expect that it would turn out this way. I thought both will be matured enough to handle it. I guess the road to a happy ending is still far away. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; should be grateful. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; should be thankful. But still, Im &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of the sad story. Here's a little something that would make me smile. Im a HUGE animal lover if you must know. So seeing this adorable creature when I get home, melts my heart. Among the messy and smelly footwear, this little one actually loves it and decided to make it a napping heaven. Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114909115353912916?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114909115353912916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114909115353912916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114909115353912916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114909115353912916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-official-earliest-time-i-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114882705998900731</id><published>2006-05-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:44:15.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's really frustrating when you wait for so long just to get to spend time with that special someone for a few hours. Yes, I can honestly say that Im really tired on waiting for him. One whole loveless week.. waiting. And when you finally do, you only get to see him for a few hours. Not even one day. But Im proud because I still stand by him through his miserable days in camp, hearing to his 24/7 complains but still coax him with showers of love when he needs it. And finally, just one more week to go.. and its finally over. And I can safely say, it's all worth it. BUT.. if he did not get to post out to somewhere else, the whole scenario will repeat itself for the rest of his NS days. No worries, I still love him all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, BF came over my house today. Watched "Eight Below", which is really a touching movie. I cried when I first watched it. Lol. AND!! MY STRAWBERRY PIE IS A SUCCESS!!!!! Nyahahahahaha.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0224.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0224.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks scrumptious, doesn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Army boys loves cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ok, BF really looks pathetic cuz I forced him to take a pic in his uniform)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0228.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mine and his. It's delicious I tell you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0233.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0233.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finished it within minutes. I'll try not to brag, but I MAKE GOOD CAKES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_02271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And he loves me for making an ordinary day special...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, this is really not related but I got this gorgeous shoes I want to show off. Bought it last week and its a really a buy. Only $19.90!! (Ok.. so i am a cheapo..) And they got little glitters on it. Not too much. Just perfect. Wanna know where I got it? IM NOT GONNA TELL YOU. I don't wanna see a mirror effect of my shoes when I walk around town. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0081.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0081.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there's a cute dress I just owned. Which perfectly suits the shoe. But it does suit with anything you wear, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0093.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't ask me why Im posed like that. Lol. Its in a matter of seconds. Do I look like a typical "trendy"? Im declaring Im not one ok. Haha. Remember kids, wear what you like and what you look good in. Don't wear it just because it's in trend and everyone's wearing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im getting bored of my template. I know you guys &lt;em&gt;menyampah&lt;/em&gt; looking at it. Well, me too actually. Haha. But I LOVE the designs. Don't mind the pictures &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, but the layouts and everything.. its the best I've done so far with Photoshop. And Im proud of it. Well.. time to change. But "WHEN".. that's the golden question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That said. Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114882705998900731?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114882705998900731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114882705998900731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114882705998900731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114882705998900731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-its-really-frustrating-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114867327101308881</id><published>2006-05-27T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T15:20:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's my bitch for 7 years now.. And I love her so much I could just rape her! Nyahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those were the innocent days. Aren't we sooooo cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok its officially like 30 hours till I meet BF. Cant wait. And its..... 1 week and 4 days till his POP! Im a happy sheep right now! Im thinking of making Strawberry Pie for BF. Such a sweet girlfriend, aren't I? Who's up to go grocery shopping with me tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want my &lt;strong&gt;Fried Mars Bar&lt;/strong&gt;! Thanks to "Darling" aka Ayun.. my cravings for that chocolatey sin is out of control. I HAVE to get it. I MUST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114867327101308881?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114867327101308881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114867327101308881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114867327101308881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114867327101308881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/shes-my-bitch-for-7-years-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114855843102407643</id><published>2006-05-25T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:02:04.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im officially bored..&lt;br /&gt;I miss BF.&lt;br /&gt;BEP "My Humps" (Lil Jon Remix) Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;I love Menthol ciggies.&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;strong&gt;Fried Mars Bar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114855843102407643?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114855843102407643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114855843102407643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114855843102407643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114855843102407643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-officially-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114836615849902973</id><published>2006-05-23T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:06:06.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One At Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/PHOT0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling Titanic at Merlion's Mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/PHOT0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going for the Luge &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/PHOT0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came from Thailand with my family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/PHOT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking the Sky Ride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ending the day with Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice Cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One On Mothers' Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Chocolate Fondue BF and I made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All very busok.. Haven't bath but wanna eat Fondue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Those are the pictures of last weekend. I will update this weekend's pictures later. If Im not lazy. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh.. and don't go to Modern Beauty Salon!!! The facial sucks, especially when they are digging your blackheads and pimples out! Even piercing my belly button is way less painful. And the staffs there talked like they are from China (maybe they are). Half the time I just don't get what that woman is saying! Its frustrating when she's rubbing your face with 484985215 creams and can't keep her mouth shut. Don't let me start on the shoulder massage! Ouch.. I thought facials and massage are suppose to be relaxing. But this is a big NO-NO!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hate Modern Beauty Salon and their broken spa machine!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I shoudn't TRY anymore shitting pills. I can't stop shitting.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114836615849902973?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114836615849902973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114836615849902973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114836615849902973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114836615849902973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-at-sentosagetting-ready-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114793576762966244</id><published>2006-05-18T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:02:47.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was super fun. Went MOS with Amanta, Lionel and Andrew. Call me lazy.. But I dont wanna go into details. Haha. All you should know is that, after the whole thing, there's an extra cheap-ass bitch, passenger, i mean.. sitting next to me in the car. It kinda spoils the whole after party atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Amanta's house to take my things. We lived very near. Very. So near that when I took the cab, the fare is still $2.40 plus midnight charge of $1.20. Yes, I took a cab home. :) Cant blame me, Toa Payoh Lorong 8 is very scary when its dark (like 4.45am dark) with no one around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the MOS toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/100_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/100_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Amanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114793576762966244?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114793576762966244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114793576762966244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114793576762966244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114793576762966244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-was-super-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114776237133154984</id><published>2006-05-16T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:52:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna talk about the weekends I had with BF. We went to Sentosa again. Haha. BF wanna watch the 4D Magix badly. Well, so do I. For 16 bucks for a 30 minute show? It was worth it I tell you!! We even planned to go whenever there's a new show. I recommend it to those people who don't mind exchanging cash for some minutes of fun. Hey its the first in the SouthEast Asia ok! So anyway, we also went to take the Sentosa Luge. Super fun. Its like a go-cart thingy. Then off to the Sky Ride. And to the Merlion. Haha. Ok some of you may find me boring cuz I love history so much! But BF doesnt share the same interest as me. I badly wanna go to some History of Singapore thingy, but Im afraid BF will be yawning away while I'll be like a Secondary One girl, all excited and reading all of the things that supposed to be read. Ok so we didnt go ok. :( But we end the trip to Sentosa with a nice Ben &amp; Jerry's Chocolate Fudge and Sweet Cream Cookies ice cream by the Siloso Beach. It was a nice, warm, cozy feeling. Thank you Olie dear for such an unforgettable day. Pics will be up when Im at BF's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just bought me a new digicam! Yay! Im hungry. Waiting for her to get back home with my Fish and Chips. Then we're gonna have the lovely heart-shaped caked I bought for her last night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss BF. He's so far away from me at Tekong. Haiz.. Hopefully he can book out tomorrow for his appointment. BF's been taking weekly temporary leave for his sooooooooo many appointments. Too bad he have guard duty every week. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new book! *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114776237133154984?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114776237133154984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114776237133154984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114776237133154984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114776237133154984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wanna-talk-about-weekends-i-had-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114719111932299595</id><published>2006-05-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:11:59.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to use the computer at home! Such bliss! Haha. I just got back from work. I've been going back with my dear, dear Amanta nowadays. Such luck that we worked in the town area. :) I've got nothing much to say really. Everyday is the same thing. Wake up, go work, chill after work, go home and sleep. I've been smoking more these days. That's a good sign. It shows Im recovering from the fateful day of food poisoning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life. I got a good job. I got an awesome cliques of people. Me and Mom are closer. Im adapting well when BF is not around. Being a distance from each other makes us closer. Ahhhh.. life's great! =D Oh and it's less than a month till BF's POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Amanta: Ramly Burger is definitely nicer to eat in front of the tv! Ramly Burger rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114719111932299595?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114719111932299595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114719111932299595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114719111932299595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114719111932299595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-to-use-computer-at-home-such.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114692168678012168</id><published>2006-05-06T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:21:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so the last post I mentioned is about going to Sentosa. Right.. I didn't have time to update. But it was a BLAST, I tell you! Going with BF, Faiz, Daryl and Nad was superb! It was suppose to be a big gathering of his NS buddies.. Haha but I think closer group means more bonding. So here's some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/PHOT0112%20copy.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0112%20copy.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/PHOT0108%20copy.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0108%20copy.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/1600/PHOT0146%20copy.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/2496/200/PHOT0146%20copy.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I looked darn ugly. Haha. Anyways, the whole week practically sucks. I got sick like 4 out of 5 working days? It got so bad I did not came to work on Wednesday. Food poisoning I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting BF for a few hours tomorrow. Cant wait. Ive got a few surprises up my sleeves since Ive gotten my first pay working at Hula. Nyahahaa.. This time I hope my surprises will work since my last one was burnt, literally. Oh and did I tell you work was awesome? I love all my colleagues! They're bunch of mad people! Like me! YAy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114692168678012168?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114692168678012168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114692168678012168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114692168678012168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114692168678012168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-so-last-post-i-mentioned-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114636063937506917</id><published>2006-04-30T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:35:53.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey readers, and blog haters! Sorry for not updating for quite sometime. Reason being I was back home at Toa Payoh. My bro uses the computer 24/7, so I really cant hold of the pc to update. Im now at BF house. Yeap, he's back! Haha. Life been quite good for me nowadays. BF's back, I got a job (Hula &amp;amp; Co.), me and mom are closer now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna update so much. Cuz we're going Sentosa! Like in about a few more mins. I love BF can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for goodness sake people, be more open minded! Gee. And if you think by posting that kind of rude remarks or comments on my tag is gonna offend me, its not. Its so predictable that the other side of humans can be really narrow minded. But hey, its ok. Kinda fun and hilarious to see those comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114636063937506917?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114636063937506917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114636063937506917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114636063937506917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114636063937506917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-readers-and-blog-haters-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114561698730232432</id><published>2006-04-21T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:56:27.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sucks lah can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna suck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114561698730232432?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114561698730232432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114561698730232432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114561698730232432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114561698730232432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-sucks-lah-can.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114554776307858627</id><published>2006-04-20T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:42:43.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went out to Town. Interview at Hula &amp; Co. Met Amanta. Got some invitation to Zouk on 28th. Met Ryf. Go skatepark. Saw Derrick. Watched local and pro skaters from Australia. Chill at Starbucks. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in fucking no mood ok. BF in confinement for 10 days. Fuck NS. He cant even use the phone. He can only book out next Saturday. I wanna cry. I need him so badly now. Even for a few minutes. I just wanna let everything out to him. FUCK NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114554776307858627?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114554776307858627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114554776307858627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114554776307858627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114554776307858627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-went-out-to-town.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114546388888782598</id><published>2006-04-20T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:24:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello fellow readers. Today is a boring day. Spent it by lazing my ass on this chair and surf aimlessly online. You cant imagine how many unimportant sites I went to. Have you guys watched "The Andy Milonakis Show" on MTV? Its about a fat ass kid doing lame yet hilarious things to amuse himself. You guys should check it out, like download the clips from Limewire, that's what I did. But those of you who think lameness should be banned from this world, dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need BF right now. Im in need of some serious cuddling and "everything's gonna be fine" session. I need his hugs and to just know that he's right here beside me and nothing could go wrong. NS should stop forcing and recruiting men who's not at all loyal to the country. All they do is curse at the officers, their uniforms, their boots, their bald heads and their name tag so everyone in the train knows their name. Why waste the money? Instead they should make men who's dream is to defend their beloved country to volunteer themselves. There's more meaning to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Tomorrow Im going to an interview at Hula &amp; Co. in town. Praying that I could get that job. I mean, its been like almost 2 months since I graduated and I still don't have a job. Well, I did.. at Botanic Gardens (ha-ha) doing boring paperwork. I quit after 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyone know how to upload a Flash website?? I've got this VelvetGroove (BF's group) website I did by Flash but I don't know how to upload it. Help me, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, please tag ok? My tagboard is so lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114546388888782598?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114546388888782598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114546388888782598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114546388888782598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114546388888782598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-fellow-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114536086105895810</id><published>2006-04-18T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:35:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so tired right now.. I met BF just now at Boon Lay. All the way from Tampines. Its like freaking from one end to another end. But it was worth it. Seeing him makes me smile like a clown. =) Accompanied him to see the doctor at Changi Hospital. Yeah, all the way back to east side. We saw a couple of prisoners there with police vans and all. Being the kpo girl I am, I watched from the 2nd storey just to see how they looked like. Haha. Then it came to the topic of prisoners who got life sentence or worse, the death sentence. Well from my opinion I think all bad dudes should be given a chance to turn over a new leaf. And imagine how it must have feel to be hanged? Its like you know when you're gonna die. But.. I haven't got any issues with people killing anyone I know, so maybe it'll be a different opinion if it actually happened. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhooos, my BF may dropped his course. The doctor gave him a letter saying he can be excused and could take the BMT at a later stage. But he's not going for the operation anytime soon. Maybe next month I think. But he said its all up to his MO whether they want to decide to let him drop course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Im tired. Really. Seriously. Im waiting for BF to call and Im off to Lala Land. Taaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114536086105895810?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114536086105895810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114536086105895810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114536086105895810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114536086105895810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-24109020.post-114530272753801037</id><published>2006-04-18T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T03:53:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Im so excited! Im starting my blog again after like one year hiatus. Brand new layout.. I love it. Spent the whole of weekends to design it. Thank you so much to Babe! Love you sweetie! For some of "you" out there who surf too much, you may know where I got this idea from. If "you" know, keep it a secret ok! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im darn too happy that I got this layout done with I actually did the HTML right away. And so now its 3.30am. Haha. Babe's gonna kill me if he knows Im up late doing this. Im meeting Babe tomorrow for his appointment. If you guys wanna know, my poor BF is actually serving his NS. So I only got to see him once a week. Every minute is just so precious. So Im really excited to meet him tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's it for me now. I better get some sleep. Waking up like at 10am (?!) Its very early for me since my usual wake up time is at 3pm. So goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Please tag! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24109020-114530272753801037?l=shayzeelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/feeds/114530272753801037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24109020&amp;postID=114530272753801037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114530272753801037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24109020/posts/default/114530272753801037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shayzeelove.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-im-so-excited-im-starting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ShayzeeLove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
