<?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-6713925</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:03:47.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Daily Blah.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-112505892261307750</id><published>2005-08-26T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:22:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After nearly a month of absence. Let's just say i have a life apart from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not in the blogging vibe actually. I do not know what to whine and rant bout. Everyday is filled with the same ol' routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning. Long MRT rides. MP3 is thy saviour. The usual bunch of kids reading Harry Potter. Office men dozing off. Prolly they had a late night from all the EPL and affiliates. Office women with nice scent. It has been always Gucci Envy Me. Or Gucci Rush. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda addicted to The Perishers. Good for stoning huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah. Assignments. Put that aside. Partaye time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go shorty, it's lulu's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyways, i've got a new color. Purple. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-112505892261307750?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112505892261307750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112505892261307750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112505892261307750' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-112213546604253448</id><published>2005-07-23T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T00:18:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooh weeeee! Just got back. Caught up in a terrible traffic congestion. Burnt the calories i took in durin the rimas and panas period. My back is aching. My neck too. And my thighs three. Okay wth. Had a gooooooood time for two consecutive nights. Gerek lahh. Reached home around 4 in the morning. Then slept till 3pm. Hah. Ray called to remind that he's fetchin me at 4. Then off to town. Usual stuffs. Ate, talked, camwhore-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks of memoirs down singapore river. Pretty nice evening. Pepperoni pizza with cheese stuffed crust, meatballs, calamari rings. Woooooooh. Waffles at singgah selalu plus fish and chips. Sheesha. What big appetite i have. Gah. Ahh my eyes are heavy. Im gone laa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-112213546604253448?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112213546604253448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112213546604253448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112213546604253448' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-112202831216943937</id><published>2005-07-22T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T18:43:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playback: Televators by The Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout. You know something? I wanna trade places with Paris Hilton for a day or two. Heh. Anyhoos, im back early today. Off to townie later around 7pm. We gonna partaye till morning. Cant wait to meet up with the ricks, momo clan, zoukettes, starbucks posse, the rest of the fellow troopers, bash bung beng platoon and Raymi of course. We gonna rule the podium. Nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sisters. Hirashira, Dewi and Linda! Oooh lala. Someone has forgotten all bout me. Ashruff you are the man. Geee. Hows life been dude? Beep me once you have read this okay. Im hungry and im craving for the Famous Amous cookies at the same time. Chocolate Chip and Pecans. Woooh. Someone has planned this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hit town again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gelare-ing with Ray.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream-ing opp Gelare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accompany him to survey stuffs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cruise down the Singapore River.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pizza Hut @ Komtar; Johor Bahru.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supper @ Singgah Selalu; Johor Bahru.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmpphh. &lt;em&gt;Bodek ngan food glorious food kaper!&lt;/em&gt; Told him to not to indulge his cash on me. Instead he should pamper himself cos it's not like he gotta shop everyday. But he insisted. *shrugs* Tooodles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-112202831216943937?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112202831216943937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112202831216943937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112202831216943937' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-112186979836618075</id><published>2005-07-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:31:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. I am one busy woman. And &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people just cant stop bugging you. Im sick of almost everything and anything. Whatever it is, just have to live with it. I have misplaced my cellphone. And i feel a lot lighter without it cos i received endless calls and messages every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to deal with problems. Why should i get upset over the slightest trivial shit right. And i think i've gotten myself into some &lt;em&gt;"unplanned"&lt;/em&gt; relationship with some guy. I didnt know what was i thinking siak. Just because, just because. Ooh virgin mary, i am sooo sooo dead. Raymi is gonna kill me. But im telling him later on. He should understand lah. It's partaye time this Friday. Yayness. The ricks, momo clan, zoukettes and the fellow troopers. I miss you people. Lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL was grrrreat. You name it, the kenny rogers, a&amp;amp;w and the kedai mamak's &lt;em&gt;teh o ais limau&lt;/em&gt;. Everything was so gerek. Lepaking at the fortuna hotel's turkish cafe which is like so best giler. Sheesha-ing and shit. New aussie friends ala ala indie hairstyle. Slurps, too hot to resist. Shopped like there's no besok. The breakfast meal was like so sedap. Waffles with fattening butter and butterscotch syrup! Omelette with the cheese melting. Woooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vodka and tequilla shots made me dizzy all out. And ray was mad cos i totally forgotten bout him when i was in KAY ELLE! Hah goodness. I thought he was enjoying himself without me in sg but totally no ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, the ray is reaching here in 20 mins time. Goin outttt for supper. Most prolly im shifting to Tampines which is like the same as woodlands. Filled with mat-landers kan. Ah but it is more convenient for ray to meet me lah. Simei to tampines. I have a date with the hairdresser tomorrow. Yeehawww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-112186979836618075?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112186979836618075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112186979836618075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186979836618075' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-112057063339145983</id><published>2005-07-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:38:39.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah</title><content type='html'>The trip is confirmed to be on the 9th. I hope everything goes as planned. Damn. My neck and back is aching. I really need to go on a getaway and be stress-free. Im meeting Ray later on at 10pm for supper at JB's singgah selalu. Ahh i hate traffic congestion at the causeway. I'll end up leaning on his back, hugging his waist and sleepin on his bike after 3 hours of bein sandwiched among smelly riders and pillions, just like that day. So burok right. But whuddahell, i felt so exhausted okay. Owkie dowkie, gotta help my lil sissy with her homework. Im out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-112057063339145983?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112057063339145983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/112057063339145983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112057063339145983' title='Ah'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111937557613551884</id><published>2005-06-22T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:57:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playback: We Belong Together - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm after quite some time of absence. Ive decided to update. New layout. Sick of the old one. Whats up with me and flowers huh? Heh. Ive just came back from my holiday trip. And i had a jolly good fun. The best part about the trip was eating to my heart's content. So much for tryinna lose some weight yah. I feel like running to KL but this time with my friends in early July. Maybe on the 9th. That was what they planned. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray is fetchin me at 2am but i still havent got changed. Partayye time with his friends at coco latte or momo that is. Sigh. What is it that im feeling? Im utterly confused. I feel so useless. I feel like a mental bitch cos i have so many inner voices in my head. If only some people didnt make things worse. If only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail the heartbreaker. Who should we blame huh? I shall tell you bout this one fine day, boy but i just hope that you will be saved from any cardiac arrest. Okay im bein sucha bitch bitch bitch. One night stand kepe? -____- Ohh puhleese i need better solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to run away from difficulties. I hate to deal with problems and face hindrances. Yeah everything is bout me, me and me. I think im selfish but you guys think otherwise. Ive messed up everything and i dont fuckin know how the hell am i gonna sort things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not gonna be ok. It is not. Oh god.. I really need your guidance. I feel so weak and shitty. In fact im tryin so hard to wear a colgate ad smile everyday. Deep inside i feel so broken up. Okok i need to rush.. Haf a good dayy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111937557613551884?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111937557613551884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111937557613551884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111937557613551884' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111828678566810775</id><published>2005-06-07T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:13:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im feelin %^$*%$%^#&amp;^.  Micture of everything. Angst, sadness and whatever. Im gone. Will be back soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111828678566810775?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111828678566810775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111828678566810775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111828678566810775' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111764303677517095</id><published>2005-06-02T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:38:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im back bein the insomniac ass. Gah. I dont understand why people will talk and sent me messages like as if they are talkin to their girlfriend. Heh. But really, stop it seh with the &lt;em&gt;"I miss you baby. We'll meet tomorrow kay darling. Muacks!"&lt;/em&gt; I dont get it. Stop it seh with the Dear, Baby, Ayang and sheit. Haha. Am i your dearest beloved? So not. So yeah that is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bear with me cos this will just be a dumb entry. I dont see myself fallin in love with anyone but why do they assume that im in love with them? God please help me. Im seriously trapped in between some guys. They are as if forcin me to be with them and keep tryinna make me like them. I knoe it is possible but it takes time. Im not choosy [maybe?] nor waitin to have a perfect boyfriend. Cos everybody have their flaws, weaknesses and mistakes. But urrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is malfunctioning again and i am having a constipation with my words. Can somebody like call and talk me to sleep? Okay im outta here. Ive got a call. Yay. Aide aide. Heheh. Good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111764303677517095?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111764303677517095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111764303677517095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111764303677517095' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111755912499560051</id><published>2005-06-01T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:38:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was told to catch the encore of Miss Universe 2005 at 10pm just now. I watched it halfway only. I pitied Miss Peru cos she screwed her catwalkin and i think her stilletos were somewhat bein an ass. You people might be laughin when that blooper happened but it is hard for the model herself. Gee you gotta experience that to know how it feels. Sheesh. Talkin bout this. Sissy asked if im somewhat interested in joinin the Miss Singapore 2006 pageant. Nay im not interested. Be it representing Singapore for any competitions or pageants. So yeah. Why am i blabbering bout modelling shitnits? Okay im seriously drunk. I need my sleep. I gotta wait for sumone's call after he returns from his route march. Just because. But look at the time. I think he is asleep. So im gonna catch some sleep too. Hopin that he wont be mad at me for not pickin up his calls cos my ears are plugged to some screamo songs while sleepin. Like always. Okay im weird but that is my daily dosage. Cant help it. What a random entry. Oh wait. Lyla? Okay stop it seh with the Gallagher brothers. Underoath, here i come.. Talk me to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111755912499560051?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111755912499560051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111755912499560051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111755912499560051' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111752068002399311</id><published>2005-05-31T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:24:40.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shucks. Im hungry. Oh wait. Lenny is forever hungry. Haha. Sissy just left with her bunch of friends. They did their project and left the house in a mess with the construction paper cut outs scattered all over. Haish. I need my aphrodisiac. *slaps forehead* Poof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111752068002399311?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111752068002399311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111752068002399311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111752068002399311' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111745363239524443</id><published>2005-05-30T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:49:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>Wee. This is life. I had a great time yesterday for my birthday. Went for a solo shopping trip and boy i really enjoyed the solo shopping spree. Sandwiched myself in between kiasu aunties and nyonyas at Tangs. Duh great singapore sale fever. I only managed to get myself a maybelline mascara and eyeliner there. Plus the elizabeth arden provocative women perfume. Next stop was Paragon. Bought myself two pair of miss sixty's jeans plus a belt. Off to Heeren. Bought myself a tote bag then went to haf lunch at Marche. Walked aimlessly around Taka. Nothin much. Then, I walked all the way to Far East cos i was craving for Gelare's choc dipped strawberries and waffles. Haha. Ive got a big appetite which doesnt match my attributes. Gee im lucky. Heh. After Gelare, i bought some accesories from Livia. Plus some tops from Hula&amp;amp;Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home then attended my surprise birthday bash. Boy it was crazy. I had tonnes of fun. Golly. Im tryin very hard not to think bout the Prada handbag and Dior slippers okay. Plus the viscose dress. Urrgh. I feel it is just like a waste of money. Whats more it is my dad's money. Hmm okay i need to work and make my own cash. I need to indulge on that butterscotch ice cream. Ngehehe. And thanks people for the gifts and well wishes. Muacks. Im gone laa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111745363239524443?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111745363239524443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111745363239524443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111745363239524443' title='Phew'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111367234840870413</id><published>2005-04-17T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:05:36.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oiks. Alas, i have some free time to pop by and blog. Sighs. It has been a long and tiring week and bahs, tomorrow is already sunday. I have so many things crammed up in my head. School hasnt started and im already freakin out. On the other hand.. I just wish that those guys stop hoping too much. I really dont wanna disappoint them and i dont wanna put up with sleepless nights. Im just thinking of the consequences. Out of the box, people. Im seriously not ready for any relationship. It has been a year or so since im single and im really not ready to end my singlehood life. It takes a whole lot of commitment and interaction for a relationship to work out. And frankly speaking if i were to have a bf now, i possibly will find it hard to chip off some time to call my bf. Whats not to spend a day with him. Sheesh. Im too busy and i guess i'll just wait for my mom to find me a husband. Haha. In 5 years time maybe. Or i'll just wait for the prince of brunei or prince william to propose me. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon at Sembawang Park with sissy just now. It was beautiful. Walking barefooted along the shore while eating ice cream on a sunny day. Takin pictures. Heheh. Today will just be a draggy sunday. I've nothing to do. Friends are busy. Ahh i need new "kaki lepak". New kaki[s] for gigs. I missed today's gig. Haish. Anyone, pretty please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111367234840870413?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111367234840870413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111367234840870413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111367234840870413' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111270229082367667</id><published>2005-04-05T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:03:18.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. It's been quite sometimes since i last blogged. Fatigue overcomes myself every day. Actually im in no mood to blog. But just for the sake of updating. I somehow think i tore my muscles. Somewhere around the thighs. Painful sangat. Owkay. Aide confessed to me. Holy shit, what am i spose to do? Aiyoh.. Im gone laaaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111270229082367667?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111270229082367667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111270229082367667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111270229082367667' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111175407595151543</id><published>2005-03-25T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:34:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im pissed. I was typing and the screen suddenly went blank. I hate blogspot lah. Owkay never mind. We'll start back all over again. I went to tampines mall with daddy just now. Yeah, since daddy was free just now, mommy was out with her friend and sissy out for piano lessons and me rotting at home. Hehs. Im daddy's girl and im pretty much close with my dad. As usual we held hands lah. That is so typical of Lenny. Very ehemn, &lt;em&gt;manje&lt;/em&gt;.. Eheh. So there was this mat &amp; minah couple who walked past us lah. The girl said, &lt;em&gt;"U.. Tengok tu.. Muke lawa2 tapi matair mcm bapak2.."&lt;/em&gt; The guy replied, &lt;em&gt;"Alahh.. Biase lah tu.. Gold digger.."&lt;/em&gt; I stared at them and rolled my eyes. Ahah. Then me and daddy exchanged looks and then laughed. Lol. How shallow of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some tops from b.u.m then off to Mannequin Studio to collect my delayed photoshoot pictures. This was the climax. Lol. I met a new friend. Sadiq is his name. I dont know what the hell he was doing there. He started a convo so we chatted and stuffs. He's 20 and has just finished his NS yet to start his studies in NUS. He's sooo freakin cute. And i mean real cute. After he went off, my girlfriend, Syera who was doing her shoot told me that Sadiq is interviewed for the Singles edition in the malay mag, Manja. You can check out his face there. Few pages after Taufik's interview. Syera told me, &lt;em&gt;"Lenny he's single Lenny! Single!"&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Girls will be girls. The sight of cute guys will still rock our gloomy days. Nyehehe. Woooosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aights, right after that, went to yishun yamaha and fetched my sissy. Had our fill at pizza hut and then to the jean yip salon at northpoint. Sissy had her haircut. Pretty u knoe. Ok ok. Im gone.. And yes, Sadiq got my number. Im not falling for him.. Im jus widening my circle of cute friends. Hohoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 08:42 PM &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111175407595151543?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111175407595151543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111175407595151543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111175407595151543' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111164511570125756</id><published>2005-03-24T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:18:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew. Alas im free. There's no classes today. I've decided to stay at home and not go anywhere. My darling Shira got into Temasek Poly. She's unhappy cos TP=Heaps of malays. She called and asked me, &lt;em&gt;Lenny, TP or stop school and kahwin?"&lt;/em&gt; Nyehehe. Baihakki called. Out of a sudden seh. I was dumbfounded. Wondering how i knoe him? His mom and my mom are besties. So there you go. He asked me out tomorrow. I turned him down cos i know i wont be able to control myself when he starts to rake up the past. Memoirs of us. Let bygones be bygones. I dont wanna have anything special goin on with him anymore. Be friends only, that is. Haiyoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so there i see a friend, so pretty, so vibrant and full of herself. Witty and confident.  She impresses everyone she met in a second and make them feel ohh so special when they are with her and there at the corner I see me. So contrasting. Then i wonder.. Why did they fall for me? Have i possessed the personality they craved for? Because if i have the characteristics they're looking for then they must be fucking lying. Im not kidding. Is it just what they see from the outside? Because beauty isnt just skin deep. So tell me why do u really like me so much? And please stop lying to yourself that it's because of whud u see in me because i doubt so u saw anythin. So tell me WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been asking me why is it that i keep rejecting guys and wouldnt i feel lonely without a bf? Goodness. It's really really difficult to find the one i want. Say im choosy or what. I dont fuckin care people. I cannot be bo chap anymore. And in the end who will end up cryin? Me myself and I ! Of course I wanna have a bf. No no, not desperate. Slow and steady wins the race. I'll be patient and wait for my prince charming.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind have gone berserk. I have loadsa questions that needed to be answered and there goes one of it. I guess i have no time to get all my curiousity satisfied once i start my life in May. It will be a total full swing. I wont have anytime fer anyone much less myself. So there ive got only a month or so more. So enjoy me when im still here. Am i just so full of myself? Im guilty. I havent been praying. Hehs. Okay im gone laa. Anyways my new blog song is by Usher. I just love this song. The lyrics. Woweeeee.. Mellow mellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 02:23PM &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111164511570125756?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111164511570125756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111164511570125756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111164511570125756' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-111140287896382765</id><published>2005-03-19T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:03:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woweee. Feelin pretty much hyper right now. I had my dance auditions for the lasalle intake just now. It was pretty much alright. I was doin pretty much owkay in contemporary, ya knoe the r&amp;b groove and shit, in fact i was confident. Cos i had done more than enough practices during my secondary skewl years. Hehs. &lt;em&gt;" Dulu hari hari ade dance practice, sampai gue digelar perumpuan joget sih."&lt;/em&gt;Next was ballet. HAHA. Whacked. Leaps, twirls and more complicated twirls. My muscles tissues were torn by those complicated moves because of not enough stretching. My nervous-ness added on to it. Next one was salsa, latin, rhumba and more shits. Enough for practical. Later on, we had to meet the lecturer one at a time for an interview. Before me, were a few gurls who actually got rejected. I was thinking real hard whud was goinna happen if i didnt make it. I'll go insane i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually not confident to go through the auditions. But with my motivator aka my coussie, shasha. She told me, &lt;em&gt;"For every one person that says you can do it, there will be 999 people that say you cant. Dont be discouraged by the others, but be inspired by that one !"&lt;/em&gt; Eventually i build up my courage ah. Low self esteem right lenny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GOOOOOOOD NEWS IS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MADE IT !&lt;/b&gt; Dance classes starts on monday. And im not that sure when the acting, music skills, singing &amp;amp; modelling lessons starts. I wanna be in my best shape before skewl starts in July. I already quitted my job and yeah LASALLE, here i come...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 11:58 PM &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-111140287896382765?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111140287896382765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/111140287896382765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111140287896382765' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110983615422268972</id><published>2005-03-03T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:04:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My alarm clock rang [cellphone uh!] and without further a do, i snoozed it. I sat upright on my bed and peered through my curtains. It was raining heavily. Pitter patter pitter patter! The air con breeze swept my bangs right to my face till it covered my eye. Ahhhhh what a heavenly sensation i whispered. I couldnt afford to get my ass off my bed and head to the shower. Instead, i continued my beauty sleep. HAHA. What a story.. I took leave again today! Two days already seh. Yesterday and today. Lazy ass uh. Haiyohh.. Frustrating and confused. Suits to describe how im feeling right now. Shucks. I sat down and discussed with my parents yesterday about where im heading to after this [the O's]. Dad wants me to enrol in a JC. Science stream sumore. Mom wants me to go to JC too but since i didnt want to, she told me to try Poly. I told my parents bout my decision of goin to LaSalle SIA College of The Arts. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didnt stop me lah but they asked me what i wanna be when i grow up plus 1001 questions siak. Do i really want to be in this area? Can this area guarantee me a living? Can this area support me till i grow older and more shit. It's obvious, they're not happy lah. I told them it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who is going to study. So it should be something i like, something of my choice right? Im at wits end. Ahhh nevermind. If everyone's happy then im fine with it. I didnt mention im happy if i follow my parents decision, i just say im fine and ok with it. But now, it's obvious that im not happy. Hwaaarrgghh! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If JC, maybe im optin for Anderson JC. But ya knoe something, i wanna have a life. Still. The word JC reflects and gives me impression of geeks lah siak! The &lt;em&gt;"guai-guai"&lt;/em&gt; type, teacher's pet and shits like dat. Owkay im old fashioned seh cos i still think of that. HOHOE. Goodness gracious lahh. Ok nuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Poly, maybe im optin for Business Informatics at SP or NYP. I like business courses uh. Or maybe Mass Communication at TP or other media shit. I already took the Singpass just now and im gonna do the JAE thingy by tonight. Okkai. Roger Out. And yeah, god please help Lenny out thru this confusion. Lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owkay. I was browsing thru the kidscentral website. LOL. I was watchin kidscentral when there's this advert on Disney On Ice Princess Classics! For further details, they instructed the viewers to go to kidscentral web. So i went lah. I really really really wanna watch the performance. Im gonna watch the show on 18 March, Friday night, 7:30pm set. Gonna buy the 35 bux tix. Sumwhere in the mid i guess. Gonna treat my lil sis along. YAY! I loike~ Any taggers? Anyways, hows my new hair? Soft curls with auburn highlights. Check my profile section to see the pic. Im sick of straight hair. No hype gitu. &lt;em&gt;Ape cakap?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 03:56 PM &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110983615422268972?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110983615422268972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110983615422268972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110983615422268972' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110973412245918473</id><published>2005-03-02T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T11:28:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYLO! Im very much contented with my results.. Weee~ I did well for all subjects except for Mother Tongue. I screwed up my comprehension section. I didnt understand the passage at all. And ya knoe something, i got B3 for my A Maths! What fucken fuck is that huh. I looked around for my maths teacher and told her. I got A2 for my english. Here came the bomb when i found out that i got A2 for my physics. I was over the moon seh. Super happy. Mom wants me to go to JC lah siak. Im qualified for JC but i dont think of goin to JC. Poly ahh. But im still not sure to take up which course. I gotta get my Singpass by today so i can access through the JAE shit. Maybe i'll go for nanyang. It's near, just a few stations away from my home. Convenient that is. Lets seee lah people. By this Friday seh.. Twoodles. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 11:38 AM &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110973412245918473?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110973412245918473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110973412245918473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110973412245918473' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110951687858935593</id><published>2005-02-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:07:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not only butterflies are in my tummy right now, there's also flying cockroaches. Gosh. Im nervous. I've made up my mind. If im not eligible for any courses in Poly, i'll enrol in NAFA or LaSalle SIA. My sis was tellin me that if i dont wanna study anymore, I can pursue my career in modelling. I told her, &lt;em&gt;"Yah right.. When i grow old, muke da kerepot nak model ape lagi? Mane nak dapat income if takde education?"&lt;/em&gt; She answered, &lt;em&gt;"You can still advertise for Anlene Gold whaaaat..!"&lt;/em&gt; followed by a hysterical laughter of hers. Sisters. HAHA. Tomorrow is judgement day. I've reached the crossroad in my life. Whether to be an achiever or loser. Whether to excel or fail. Shucks. Sometimes I wonder what would I be when i grow older. I've no dreams actually cos I dont listen to Taufik Batisah's advise tellin us to dream~ LOL. Dreams are just like bubbles. Ok whatever shit u say Lenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im craving for Haagen Daz ice cream. It's driving me nuts. I pity my sis. Momma sent her for tuitions and courses which made her effing busy. She has no time for herself. No time for leisure and shit. K thats too extreme uh. She do have time for some entertainment but not as much as she used to have. &lt;em&gt;"Kesian, adek kakak.."&lt;/em&gt; I always say that to her. Haaaaaa.. Im waitin for my parents to come home and bring me ice cream!! I wont sleep until then.. Im forever hungry. But peeps always think I dont eat junk stuffs cos im able to keep my shape. So NOT. I eat a lot but never gets fat. Good right? I wanna grow fatter. Like the film, "Shallow Hal". Eh, taknak ah! Ok im hungryyyy.. I miss my cuckoos. I'll hug and kiss them like mad tomorrow. And yeah, not forgettin my favourite teacher too. Wondering what to wear tomorrow.. Owkay twoodles noodles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 11:15 PM &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110951687858935593?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110951687858935593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110951687858935593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110951687858935593' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110931704262808754</id><published>2005-02-25T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:37:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing to do. I've finished up my work. HOHOE. Im such an efficient worker, aint i? LOL. Owkay, nightmare on Elm Street is starting. Why? Cos my results will be announced on this coming Monday. Im freaking nervous. YES, dont forget to buy a copy of Straits Times cos who knows my picture will be up in the front page. &lt;b&gt;Top Malay Student For O Level 2005, Lenny Marlissa!&lt;/b&gt; Ahah. Dont mind me. Haiyah. Im too lazy too work already. I thought of enrolling in NAFA or La Salle. Specialising in Performing Arts. Cool shit siak. There's dance audition on 19th March for La Salle intake. Im going i guess. You must know how to dance, i can. Sing, yea. Act, yup. Cos i was in Drama &amp; Dance and Movement during my sec shool years. Play the piano, booohooo i cant! So how? Nvm. I gotta seek my sister's help. Who else, not other than Alicia Keys. Kekeke. Why must it be piano siak. Ok whatever, shitto, my supervisor is coming here ah. Okkae twoodles noodles. Anyways, they've just set sail on a boat. But the boat is starting to sink. Lenny's quote of the dayyy. It's spose to be a sarcasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 03:44 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110931704262808754?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110931704262808754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110931704262808754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110931704262808754' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110808393037488944</id><published>2005-02-11T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:08:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, i just woke up. Haven't bathe lahhh. I took an urgent leave taday to spend the day with Shira again! Heh. Like lesbian partner pulak. Ok. Yesterday was super duper crazy. First around 4:30AM, shasha's daddy called my dad saying that he received a call from their younger brother who was satayin with their mom tellin that grandma was shouting out loud and perspiring like hell when the room is air conditioned. I was sleeping like a pig so it was obvious that only my parents rushed to my grandma's hse. Grandma had just been discharged from the hospital 4days back. And now she's warded in back cos of what happened on last Thursday and yesterday around 4am plus. Same reason. Im curious. Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital around 8am and made my way home around 11am. Got the stuffs ready and waited for Shira. Since my parents were not around, we had the whole house to ourselves. Kecoh-rable. Watched hot chicks and kungfu hustle. We made hazelnut chocolate mousse. Wahlandeh it was soooooo YUMMYYYY! LOL. But serious lah. And, we karaok-ed. Funny siak. Dont wish to elaborate cos simply malas nak type. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this around 11am, im meeting Shira and off we go to the hospital. Next stop should be town lah. Okkai people, roger out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 09:07AM &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110808393037488944?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110808393037488944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110808393037488944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110808393037488944' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110797451055688305</id><published>2005-02-10T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T03:31:03.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Helo folks. I just realized that Ive nothing interesting to blog about already. It's just like, I have no life. Square one. No friends to chill out with like i always did. Pathetic. Cos i only get to talk to them on the phone. They are super busy. I dont understand. Putting your friend aside cos of work. Different people have different priorities. I agree. I dont blame them lah. Im such a little girl. Im whining &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;? LOL. Shira, my best friend who's also my confidante arrived from KL yesterday morning. I went out with her on yesterday itself. Worth of the 4hrs overseas call. It was whacked. She hugged and kissed me the minute we met. Missed her like crazy. Since yesterday was half day, we rushed to town cos basically the shops will be closing down. Bought some tops from Topshop and Forever21. Lingeries from Topshop are nice lah. I bought a polka dot skirt. &lt;em&gt;Nak pakai pegi mane pon tak tau lahhhh.&lt;/em&gt; LOL. Thats one thing about me. Spends on unecessary stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Bugis. &lt;em&gt;Nampaksah CNY, bertepek siak cinonet baru balek Chinatown. Bingit member.&lt;/em&gt; Racist pe? Nono. Only that we had to squeeze and make our way through the swamp of Chinese people made me cranky. I bought some tees from FreshBox + Straw flip flops. Bought tees in orange, neon green and electric pink in colours. Fresh&amp;amp;Funky. Shira bought soooooo many stuffs. &lt;em&gt;Bawak stock balek KL.&lt;/em&gt; heh. She's goin back to KL this Sunday. Gotta make plans for Friday. Cos saturday we're goin to the gig. After Feb, she'll reside back in SG. Love her many many. She is so cantik now. But a lil bit chubbier.. She's stayin over at my place tmrw. Slackin and bitchin partner. Maybe we'll cook or bake cookies. Plus the vcds and revamping wardrobe session. And yea, groovin to music and choreograph some moves for clubbing session. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone are talking bout V-Day. What to get for their significant other and shit like that. Im green with envy when they talk about spending quality time with their respective boyfriends. If only i have a bf, my life wouldnt be as pathetic as my current life. All this will end when i start schoolin lah. Will be gettin my results next month i heard. I want to find a good and charming bf plus humour in him. It's not easy to find a bf. Gotta think long term. Not just thinkin of wanting to enjoy with ur bf. Showered with gifts, cuddling and kissing in public. Dont like sey. Im becomin mature day by day. Anyways people, there is no such thing as 'matured'. Common mistake ok. Mature'd' [with the 'd'] is only use for plants. Lil bit of eng lesson here. Back to the story. All thanks to my coussin, shasha. She's just 15 but she gives me freaking good advices. I think I mix well with younger people with adult thinking. Ape cakap? The time will come when i meet my mr right. Im choosy they say. To hell with em. Slow and steady wins the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand, everyone's not perfect. Im not too. Cannot be bo chap anymore. Will end up suffering through painful struggles. Nanti at last ckp, you broke my tiger lily heart, can i be your memory? MUAHAHA. Style eh? OK. New simple template plus old song. Lenny Marlissa, OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 03:28 AM&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110797451055688305?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110797451055688305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110797451055688305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110797451055688305' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110707371794231692</id><published>2005-01-30T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:35:24.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>I hardly have time for myself since im super working. This sucks cos I can no longer chill with my fellow troopers. Anyways, they are busy working ok whuddaheck. Im being ignorant siak. This is so freakin pathetic. I think i wanna have a bf. LOL. Maybe. But none seem to attract me. Aler. Gotta plan and meet Aide soon. And yeah. Taggy is dead. So soooo dead. Lissa's busy with piling schoolwork. I have the computer all by myself. This is so cool. Her blog. Wasted my oh-so-precious time. EH EH. She's my sister afterall. Sisterhood au au. Ngehehe. &lt;em&gt;Bebual mepek nampak?!&lt;/em&gt; kkkkkk. English cincai siak. Peh pasal. My blog, my property! Get out, MOTHERASS.. Im feelin rather moody siak. PMS. Ke, menopause. MUAHAHA. Biol. I've been stuffing myself with sweet sweet stuffs. My room is full of ants, cos im tooooo sweet. Awww. Ape aku mepek nih. Shucks. I want caramel frap, but im just wayyy tooo lazy to get my ass out of this hse. EH, Valentine's coming soon seh. So sedih. No flowers, gifts or chocolates again this year. SO make sure, give me some gifts on my birthday. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lenny whined @ 4:34 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110707371794231692?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110707371794231692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110707371794231692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110707371794231692' title='sheesh'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110628186529767185</id><published>2005-01-21T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T12:38:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this from a website. True liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the name &lt;b&gt;Lenny&lt;/b&gt; creates an active mind and a restless urge to explore new ideas, we emphasize that it limits self-expression and friendly congeniality with a moody disposition. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the solar plexus, heart, lungs and bronchial area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of &lt;b&gt;Lenny&lt;/b&gt; creates an overly-sensitive nature which causes you to sense and feel far more than you can understand or put into words. You have a deep, artistic, and creative side which shows through a love for music and literature. Writing is a more natural mode of expression for your deeper thoughts and feelings than the spoken word. You have an ability to concentrate and work intently on anything which holds your interest. However, you prefer to avoid routine, monotony, and mental tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is lissa's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name &lt;b&gt;Lissa&lt;/b&gt; creates the urge to be creative and original, but we draw to your attention that the name causes a superior, interfering quality that tends to resent the opinions of others. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses or accidents to the head, worry and mental tension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first name of &lt;b&gt;Lissa&lt;/b&gt; leads you to assume considerable responsibility and to prefer to work independently, without direction or interference from others because you have very definite ideas of your own. Your mind is quick to comprehend and you can be depended upon to do any job well. Because you tend to be somewhat of a perfectionist, you might insist on doing too many things yourself instead of delegating jobs to others who might do less satisfactory work. This name does make you quite direct and straight-to-the-point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is soooooo true of her. rightful facts siak. muahaha. im evil. pm me i'll give u the url. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lenny whined @ 12:36 PM &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110628186529767185?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110628186529767185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110628186529767185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110628186529767185' title=''/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110614236763452366</id><published>2005-01-19T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:46:07.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum Dee Dee Dum</title><content type='html'>Ear Plugs- The Loneliness by Babyface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehemn. Here i am. Been busy working like some woman who has to support a family of 5. Fatigue. Im working at the Inland Revenue Authority of Singapore. My aunt's working there and she recommended me the job. Heh. Office hours. Working environment is ok lah. Not too bad and not that good. Made some new friends although some are sort of anti-social. Owkays. I lost 1kg maybe due to the hectic work plus the journey i made everyday to and fro from work. And, the food sold in the Cafeteria sucks. Tasteless. And me being the lazy bones cant afford to walk all the way to Novena Square or United Square for lunch. Nuff said bout work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a whole load of people. My friends, coussins and all. Sheesh. My sister is being wayyy too slacky. She's sittin for her streaming this year and yet she's laid back. Kept quarrelling with her bf only. HOHO. Okaes. Toodles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 9:47 PM&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110614236763452366?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110614236763452366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110614236763452366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110614236763452366' title='Dum Dee Dee Dum'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110425237608422957</id><published>2004-12-29T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:56:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami</title><content type='html'>Im all teary right now. My heart goes out to all the victims that were affected by the Tsunami. Especially those who perished due to the Tsunami. Pretty terrible. It'd be great to be part of the Red Cross and we could shipped ourselves there to do our bit of help that mean something to somebody and not just to watch from the tv screen. To see everythin from our very own pair of eyes. The sufferings. The pain. The lost. That will wake all of us up. We were very lucky. We were spared from everything. Was watching the live footage from Sri Lanka and u could actually see those motionless and frozen corpse floating on the sea water. Goodness gracious. The number of deaths knocked my head to wake up at how bad things are getting. Lil innocent kids. omg. Imagine you are havin a picnic with your family along the shores of Phuket when a fucking uber huge wave swallows you up. Whoa. Terrifying. Obviously im not prepared for that. These things happen out of nowhere. Very sudden. And now im afraid of going to beaches. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the live footage in Penang too. Overturned cars, collapsed houses and stuffs. It's a pity. Im really affected, i dont know why. Seein faces of the victims really saddens me. The death toll was so massive. If this Tsunami wad to hit singapore like 3 days in a row, the next thing u know, they're not only unable to find the victims. Probably they cant even find the island. I already sent my prayers. I hope it's heard. Im emo. I bother. Prolly this is the worst disaster in Asia's history so far. God Bless their soul. And the upcoming Countdown 2005 at Sentosa, if a huge wave swept singapore, imagine the effects on the thousands of people celebrating it. Sheesh. Remember people, &lt;em&gt;nothing is impossible&lt;/em&gt; And only now Lenny is starting to find more about how tidal waves come about. Earthquakes that occur underwater. Geez. They said the death toll could go beyond 50 000. Goodness. Is this one of the sign of &lt;em&gt;Hari Kiamat?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 1:02 AM &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110425237608422957?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110425237608422957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110425237608422957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110425237608422957' title='Tsunami'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110407808647742852</id><published>2004-12-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:38:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weary. </title><content type='html'>I just came back from J.B. I am REALLY exhausted. Made our way there with mt family and one of my aunt around 10 in the morning. Smooth journey, no traffic jams. Fortunately. Head down to umm, Kota Tinggi. Ah yes. At first, wanted to go to the Waterfall. But then, we had some last minute changes, so we went to the town only. hoho. It was freakin humid. It was half an hour journey from J.B. Chey, my entry's like a compo. duh nvm. It's my blog what. hoho. Surveyed around there. Bought the sex pistols, vespa, adidas, fred perry, and 3 pairs of hurley ringer tees alongside the merc and lonsdale sleveless top. I bought a checkered sling bag with buttons on it from the &lt;em&gt;Punk Movement Store&lt;/em&gt;. Nice ok. That store was wow. I like. Furthermore the prices are lower from the ones in sg and the quality is fine too. Bought some jeans too. hoho. Shopping maha shopping ah dey. And, sissy bought a playboy shirt -.-". Merepek kan. What the hell was she thinking. &lt;em&gt;Biarlaaa dier.&lt;/em&gt; Had our fill at a Minangkabau Eatery. Issit? LOL. The food was, fab. I loike. Finger lickin good liao. After shopping and stuffs, made our way back to J.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my aunt's hse. Slacked there, watched a movie, &lt;em&gt;The Duel&lt;/em&gt; sooper hilarious and cool la. Around 6, decided to go to the Jaya Jusco at um J.B but i dunnoe which part la. Bought 2 pairs of adidas sports bra. hoho. For dance practice ah. Then, went to eat at the usual eatery house again. Dope lah the food. Off to sg and luckily the causeway was not jammed. Fuuh and here i am updating this blog. I didnt attend my friend's gig. sorry guys. Im sure Sally's Rejex, STF, For You To Find Out and End My Ordeal did well. Lemme blog bout yesterday nowwwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pure madness. Coolness. Had a picnic at Sembawang Park. 5 families. But so the &lt;em&gt;kecoh&lt;/em&gt; liao. The place was packed with people. I mean LOADSA people. The sea water was freaking oily. I didnt swim. I only build sandcastles with my younger lil coussies. hoho. it was fun la. The place was also filled with mat2 motor, mats&amp;amp;minahs who wore studded belts with their family and also mats with their gfs. It was so bleaarghh, eeyucks and [?]. lol. ok nvm. After that played some stoopid games with my coussies. hoho. Coolness. My abang2 and kakak2 sedare eventually transformed into lil kiddos when they caught sight of the playground. Cute seh. Had soccer, netball and basketball matches. Currently, i lost my voice. Cool eh. After those screams, hysterical laughters and dumb giggles we shared. We were like lil kids sehh. Pushed each other and became nasty. Violent ok. &lt;em&gt;Move la bitch!, Kiss my ass lah. &lt;/em&gt;And ade lagi ah. Truly enjoyed myself. Soooper doooper fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we, only the older coussins, explored the park. Deep inside. As u know, that place was used during Jap occupation so they said it's haunted lah. And furthermore my dad used to live at the Kampung Sembawang and he said it's true. So yeah, nothing happened. Only Abang Fauzi kept making dumb and stupid noises to scare us. Giler. At night played soccer again. It was fun lah. Then went to the guest house and played few games of pool. One game, 2 bucks. Fun lah. While the younger ones played at the mini arcade. That was when i met my old mates. Wahseh. All so pretty and handsome already. How time flies. hoho. And, some younger guys asked for my number. hoho giler seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, im havin a very bad sore throat. Lost my voice and my throat hurts big time. Any alternatives [?] Due to the gassy drinks, screams and stuffs. hoho. and yea, the food was dope. I really enjoyed myself lah. But, that was yesterday. This is my longest entry ever. Similar to an essay jugak. Boring eh. But ehhh this is my blog bebeh. I love my coussins. And you, yes you. But who? Ok mepek. So lonely and quiet seh my crib. My sissy is sleepin over at my aunt's hse in pasir ris. Bored liao saye. Bye? Mrs Claus goin off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 12:34 AM &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110407808647742852?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110407808647742852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110407808647742852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407808647742852' title='Weary. '/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110391336489578503</id><published>2004-12-25T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T02:36:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho!</title><content type='html'>Merry X'mas to the fellowship of Christianity. The fake wansuay sisters spent the day at changi airport jus now. Lissa, Baby Roxy Sek wanted to see aeroplanes taking off badly. Lenny, Roxy Sachek Boncit Baby Rasta Galang Gyal [long siak.] had to bring her there cos this is all bout sacrificing for sisterhood love. ok whatever. We lost our way in the airport to the plane departure sect. LOL funny ok. And a kind young man brought us there. There were LOADSA people okkays. We had our fill at BK. Mushroom swiss for me. My weight's gonna increase in a pound or so. lol. Took 858 home around 11.30PM. In the bus, thats when we saw a guy from planet Mars. He dyed the left portion of his hair green, back portion yellow, right portion blue, front and center portion pink. Hohoh. He looked like a japanese cartoon character. And his friends kept disturbing us. I think they are on the way home from work. Can see through their exhausted faces. When we alighted they said, &lt;em&gt;"Oh dorang tinggal sini. lawa2 tapi bisu ah. wasted."&lt;/em&gt; Ok fine, mat mat kerepot. Where's my hubby, Santa? Samantha Claus signing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 2:41 AM&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110391336489578503?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110391336489578503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110391336489578503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110391336489578503' title='Hohoho!'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110388651205686788</id><published>2004-12-24T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T19:11:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urrgghh..</title><content type='html'>And so, i didnt go to town. Instead, accompanied mom to cold storage. Met my old mates there when.. shits happened. Mom thought i was still in contact with them. She started to rake up the past while we were on our way home and started nagging at me. I didnt bother to explain cos I dont wanna stir things up and make it worst. I just keep my mouth shut and just listen to what she has to say. Deep inside, i was ultra pissed. hoho. I know i was once a bad girl. But neither do i smoke, drink nor mix with those people anymore. I've changed. Im matured enough to think. Dont u think my mom should be grateful cos i actually changed to a better person? Hey im already the best of the bestest she could get. But oh wait, she wants me to be the bestest of all. I know she's hoping for the best from me. She should be thankful that i actually realized all my silly mistakes and shit. Im not askin for credits or recognition i just want to be appreciated. She wanted me to change, i've done as what she favoured. My mom's temperamental. One min she's okay and next she's not. Maybe she's stressed at work or sth but then she shud not drag it into our family affairs right? continue layter ah. i wanna sleep or maybe eat. i prefer the second choice. lol. i wanna eat lah. Lastly, my dad is my saviour and my hero ah. ehh, afterall, she's my mom. nvm. i didnt take it to heart. just wanted to bitch here lah cos i wont keep things piling up in my brain or my heart. i love her still lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i think i really need a bf to share my life stories and be my confidante. HOHO. stop it la.&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/6713925-110388651205686788?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110388651205686788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110388651205686788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110388651205686788' title='Urrgghh..'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110387516027837858</id><published>2004-12-24T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:00:43.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladeeeeduuum.</title><content type='html'>Ear Plugs: The Reason-Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkai. Whuddahell. Why am i listening to hoobastank? hoho. Owkays. Ah yea. Was chatting with my friend when I saw her display peekture smooching with a guy. I asked, &lt;em&gt;"wahh rizal rambot style ehh sekarang.."&lt;/em&gt; She said, &lt;em&gt;"eh ehhhh tts not rizal lah. my new guy."&lt;/em&gt; I'll continue this later. Off to town bebeh. Alone. hoho. Merry x'mas in advance peeps. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 4:04 PM&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110387516027837858?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110387516027837858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110387516027837858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387516027837858' title='Ladeeeeduuum.'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110381248653642927</id><published>2004-12-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:48:59.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood Love</title><content type='html'>Ear Plugs: Sunshine-Lil Flip&amp;Lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister. I spent the day with her just now. We went to town. Just the two of us. Planned to catch a movie or two. But then, sissy told me not to waste our money on movies. Instead, we indulged ourselves with all kinds of food. And im &lt;em&gt;boncit&lt;/em&gt; already. My tummy's bulging out from my white tube already. Cute right. HOHO. We dressed slackily. I wore a white tube and a brown corduroy pants. Sissy was lookin cute with a spaghetti tank top and a baby pink ruffled skirt. Sissy bought a Billabong backpack, pink in colour. Reaaallyy nice okkai. &lt;em&gt;Tengok ah sape yg choose.&lt;/em&gt; hehs. Ate, ate and ate. Bitched and shopped. Bought an off shoulder top from Zara. Last stop was Parco Bugis Junction. Bought her the freshbox tee she wanted. But with a different design although she wanted the same like which i bought last week. And i really wanted to pass out while walking cos i felt dizzy. Super dizzy. Too much intake of choc dipped strawberries. Cant help it. I live to eat not eat to live bebeh. Afterall my sister wasnt that bad. We can get along well. Maybe the house aura is not good. hah. We talked some stuffs out and yeah she did open up a lil to me. Mwooooaaakkssss! Love her to insy winsy bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in such a good mood actually. Something struck me. Maybe it's the meteor or something. Feelin shitty and sucky. Why? Im troubled. By what? I dont know. Or maybe im pretending not to know. Whuddaheck? LOL. nvm. Somebody help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 10:39 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110381248653642927?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110381248653642927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110381248653642927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381248653642927' title='Sisterhood Love'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110371908465818685</id><published>2004-12-22T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:39:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Hugged Me!</title><content type='html'>Ear Plugs: Drive All The Way-Sugarcult &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow earthlings! How was your day [?] Mine was a lil bit better. I went to town alone. Sounds pathetic right [?] I know you have your deepest sympathy for me. Starting point was Wisma Atria. Bought a tee at Topshop. Wanted to apply for a job, but then I realized that I'm too lazy to work. Forget bout that. Window shopped at Wisma then to Ngee Ann City, Cine, Heeren, Tangs, Far East, Pacific Plaza and last stop was Plaza Singapura. And yeah, Santa Clause gave me a hug in front of Paragon. HOHOHO. And I had loadsa foods. Long John, Caramel Frap and Marche's choc dipped strawberries to fill my tummy. Town was flooded wit &lt;em&gt;abang2 and kakak2 skimmers&lt;/em&gt; bleargggh! Suddenly all were crazy and eyeing on those oversized shades, flip flops, straw bags. Brands like Volcom, Reef, Roxy and Billabong started to gain fame. Aights no comments. Saw Sasha and her friends at Far East. They were goin to Beach Rd. I didnt wanna tag along. Zahidah was with Sasha. Surprised. They were ol mates. Zahidah's not schoolin anymore i guess. She's seventeen and was from Northland. I think she's a school dropout currently. Her hair was all golden. She's a minah. Her tattoos. Didnt see her sisters lup. Hana and Natasha. Natasha's in girls home if im not wrong. Enuff said. Im craving for MORE Choc Dipped Strawberries!! OUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 8:44 PM &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110371908465818685?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110371908465818685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110371908465818685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110371908465818685' title='Santa Hugged Me!'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110364947361122528</id><published>2004-12-22T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:20:32.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Ass Out Of The House!</title><content type='html'>Ear Plugs: Doctor Doctor-The Blood Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeehawwww~ Currently I feel that my soul is out of my body. Whatever. I went out just now. Accompanied Nurul to Tampines Mall. She was my saviour. Im very grateful. If it wasnt for her, I bet i'd be rotting at home all by myself. At least my lil sis has something to do. What else if it's not for her going to playgrounds with her friends playing Ice&amp;Water. Im afraid that those foreign workers might you know, harm my lil sis and her friends or something. Me being the Pink Ranger is always on lookout for her. -.-" After TM, accompanied her to a chalet at East Coast. Mazni has morphed into a minah. How fast time flies. She once hated mats&amp;amp;minahs but out of a sudden she's in the m&amp;m's regiment. hohoho. No comments. And basically, the peeps there were being such a turn off, irritants and urrrgggh pests. Had some grilled wings and caught up with her current life. Made our way home when they decided to get high on booze. Certainly I didnt want to invite unwanted troubles so better off that way. Wanted to head off to town enjoying the nightlife. But too bad, Nurul has to meet her significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me, being the poor lonely creature, set my way home. And now I'm here. I miss my friends. But I wonder whether they are feeling this way [?] Cant blame them. I know they're busy with work and their significant other. Maybe that's their top priority. I have no say. I can just pray for their safety and happiness. I'm happy when others are happy. Remember Children, &lt;b&gt;Put Others Ahead Of Yourself.&lt;/b&gt; Thats a good practice. Or maybe, I can get myself a bf. &lt;em&gt;Bangla2 and mat2 kotai belambak kat bawah pey construction site.&lt;/em&gt; I need a person who can be the love of my life. Understands and accept me for who I am and NOT trying to make me change and act as another person and be so-NOT-myself. Anyone? LOL. Crazy. Bear with me. Look at the time. This is SUPPOSE to be my bedtime so my brain's yawning cos it needs some rest. And thats why, it cant function properly. My Brainy, cant blame me. Blame it on my naughty eyes. Pathetic. Bored. &lt;em&gt;Sian, Sion, Sien.&lt;/em&gt; Somebody help me. Anybody? Nobody? Doctor! Doctor!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 1:25 AM &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110364947361122528?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110364947361122528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110364947361122528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110364947361122528' title='Got My Ass Out Of The House!'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6713925.post-110361369075812548</id><published>2004-12-21T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T16:00:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Fickle Minded Can I Get?</title><content type='html'>First of all, I hereby declare that I'm going to blog here. And so, I'm looking for a job right now. But the problem is, I'm lazy to work. All I do is, rot at home, eat, internet, phone and watch vcds. All my friends are busy working their ass off and here I am staring into this white screen. I know, &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;. thanks to Alif for the meaning. So yeahh, I just came back from KL around 2pm. Wedding ceremony+Holiday. I went to Cameron too before heading to KL. Cameron was cool but cold. Strawberries, Flowers, Tea Plantation and the calm and tranquil environment. Heaven. The weather in KL was goddamn freaking humid. But the best part was, &lt;b&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/b&gt; Bought some tops and bottoms and of course, stuffs my cuckoos asked for. Im being such a sweetheart. Can help it. LOL. -.-" Let us put that aside. Actually, im just killing the time. Everybody's busy with their life. And im left alone all by myself. Pathetic ey? Nahhh it's ok. Im tired. Badly in need of sufficient sleep, back rub and foot massage. Im pushing myself too hard. I wanna work, but where and how? cos im LAZY. nyahahah. Alrighty im gonna finish up this layout. Kinda plain. But who cares? It's mine. Anyhoos, shira doesnt wanna blog anymore. Furthermore, her computer crashed. I'm missing a truckload of peeps. Be it coussins or friends. Gigs too! Yayyyy alas, im free. I wanna go tanning at Sentosa! But, alone? Wahseh. Pathetically me. HOHOHO. &lt;b&gt;Merry X'Mas in advance y'all~!&lt;/b&gt; Tooooodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lenny whined @ 3:31 PM&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6713925-110361369075812548?l=ceasedxheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110361369075812548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6713925/posts/default/110361369075812548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceasedxheart.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110361369075812548' title='How Fickle Minded Can I Get?'/><author><name>suga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297401207819761139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
