<?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-35792069</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:48:02.160+08:00</updated><category term='What will it be like?'/><category term='Nothing beats that feeling.'/><category term='surprise reunion'/><category term='Knock out early.'/><category term='So how did you spend your f1 days?'/><category term='anyone to doctor me?'/><category term='its time for sayang sayang'/><category term='planning for the next one already.'/><category term='Because laughter is stress reliever'/><category term='Age is but a number.'/><category term='i start to wonder'/><category term='mike the monkey'/><category term='if u keep silent'/><category term='Irony.'/><category term='kill for the better'/><category term='3rd day.'/><category term='feel so angry'/><category term='the reason i&apos;ve grown'/><category term='Strawberry milk'/><category term='Time is running out.'/><category term='ah yela'/><category term='Demoralise'/><category term='Need major sleep'/><category term='orions&apos; belt'/><category term='yaya&apos;s open house'/><category term='we grow too fast'/><category term='im different'/><category term='the match brings cold'/><category term='all done'/><category term='all of a sudden the vision became so blur.'/><category term='are you happy now?'/><category term='the world is a better place to live in'/><category term='there she goes and there she goes again'/><category term='oh no day 0'/><category term='Cos theres too many pictures to share and its better than gay sex'/><category term='the hedonist'/><category term='No use sucking thumb.'/><category term='eyebags and cream'/><category term='if only...'/><category term='The littlest thing that hurt or not'/><category term='don&apos;t let it get to you'/><category term='SENTOSA'/><category term='I deserve it.'/><category term='Trespasser'/><category term='please don&apos;t grow'/><category term='I made you happy didnt i'/><category term='Graduation Dress'/><category term='chinese new year n angry shopper.'/><category term='go mike'/><category term='At losing end.'/><category term='im finally flying'/><category term='Oh sore throat go away'/><category term='super sad'/><category term='monster vassignment'/><category term='apple and cherries'/><category term='get it?'/><category term='No harsh decision now.'/><category term='My medic is missing.'/><category term='i am kinda ok'/><category term='no spark no flame'/><category term='Vectorised version'/><category term='Don&apos;t blame me'/><category term='when the world are not on your side.'/><category term='happy 7 months old'/><category term='arsesignmentssssss'/><category term='do you ever?'/><category term='with nothing but your jacket on.'/><category term='To the kallang stadium'/><category term='im not lonely'/><category term='down'/><category term='I is angry'/><category term='fcuktup attititude.'/><category term='Feeling much better.'/><category term='Wake up in the morning feeling like being popular.'/><category term='Lazy tuesdays of all days.'/><category term='An empty road where the adventure start'/><category term='18 tomorrow'/><category term='Oh rainy days.'/><category term='Hey apple'/><category term='i swear'/><category term='break ups or beat it'/><category term='wash eyes it reduces stress'/><category term='untitled'/><category term='My weekends is a blast especially with you'/><category term='the trip'/><category term='Feels like i almost had it all along'/><category term='so wheres the mic?'/><category term='Lazy moanday'/><category term='wish it could stop'/><category term='ok let&apos;s do it'/><category term='When a boy meets girl.'/><category term='sometimes a problem has no answer'/><category term='More like Love at First Fight'/><category term='Girlfriends'/><category term='it&apos;s getting better'/><category term='superlongentry'/><category term='this is life...'/><category term='do or die bitch'/><category term='random crap'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Nights like this.'/><category term='i&apos;m deprived'/><category term='End of polite season'/><category term='we shall go through this a step at a time.'/><category term='TP wolves all the way.'/><category term='work is just plain boring'/><category term='outing'/><category term='effing nervous'/><category term='Put aside internet NO CAN DO'/><category term='I really had it.'/><category term='Cheers and a happy ending'/><category term='The aching leg'/><category term='Back to school'/><category term='time to breathe'/><category term='Caught between four walls.'/><category term='angst'/><category term='when you look at me in the eyes.'/><category term='raye raye raye'/><category term='A team that breaks.'/><category term='do you?'/><category term='Only time will tell'/><category term='SIM vs TP'/><category term='need to do assignments.'/><category term='So how now brown cow?'/><category term='An unspoken letter.'/><category term='i thought i moved on'/><category term='like a rainbow.'/><category term='I stone therefore I think'/><category term='put a little faith in me'/><category term='cos time will not be kind'/><category term='funny little things'/><category term='the getaway.'/><category term='Going strong.'/><category term='feeling crappy'/><category term='its okay'/><category term='flash is dumb'/><category term='Opinions are like assholes and everybody has one.'/><category term='fuck life'/><category term='although its a pain'/><category term='WIN OR LOSE WE PLAY LIKE WOLVES'/><category term='a heavy heart'/><category term='Everybody loves drama i do too'/><category term='its for you'/><category term='Please Friday come quick'/><category term='you put on quite a show'/><category term='passing out parade'/><category term='long overdued pictures'/><category term='Baby you look so fine.'/><category term='Bloody screw ups.'/><category term='when the walls are closing in n the clouds has no silver lining.'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='The eyes that killed.'/><category term='it turn out to be ok. fine then not so fine'/><category term='I like pink roses better'/><category term='I like it like that'/><category term='Embrace my skinniness'/><category term='don&apos;t go'/><category term='Few days before school'/><category term='3 trains or was it 4?'/><category term='IM NOT JUMPING WITH JOY'/><category term='Work work work.'/><category term='4th day of ramadhan 4 weeks to raye'/><category term='The driver seat.'/><category term='Tomorrow is monday and i dont like.'/><category term='I want to runaway one day'/><category term='you me and the ending misery'/><category term='Off to do some school work.'/><category term='what has come over me?'/><category term='art of marketing'/><category term='Smack your gigi (:'/><category term='when you feel all alone and the world turn its back on you.'/><category term='im a pain'/><category term='im feeling down under'/><category term='On the edge'/><category term='Almost giving up.'/><category term='Is there any kind soul out there?'/><category term='Not inspired at all.'/><category term='18 today'/><category term='cos i look back'/><category term='got tag by elfy'/><category term='I wish I could lay in your arms tonight.'/><category term='Cos holidays are better'/><category term='hope you&apos;re happy now'/><category term='bottle up feelings'/><category term='struggling but doing fine for today.'/><category term='a chocolate a day'/><category term='In class while you have holidays'/><category term='License to drive'/><category term='Whatever it takes'/><category term='all hail design'/><category term='major setback'/><category term='I hate this part right here'/><category term='Bad romance'/><category term='Damn school'/><category term='Decisions'/><category term='macbook up and running'/><category term='KL'/><category term='The sky might fall'/><category term='6 days bitch'/><category term='You and I both'/><category term='depression mode.'/><category term='brother'/><category term='Slowly giving up.'/><category term='Under his spells I can&apos;t break'/><category term='a day i will not forget'/><category term='today i smile real smile.'/><category term='oh 2 weeks that i&apos;m gonna miss'/><category term='Beginning  to fall'/><category term='And you think I don&apos;t feel left out?'/><category term='wasted'/><category term='second day only bile nak game'/><category term='My ideal ciggs'/><category term='A aeroplane'/><category term='as the wise lady said'/><category term='Grumble and groan'/><category term='nothing seems forever'/><category term='Lifes like strawberry jam.'/><category term='Down with FYP.'/><category term='I&apos;m waiting for 2 am something only WE know.'/><category term='im so upset i dont feel like talking to anyone.'/><category term='99 problems but a bitch ain&apos;t one.'/><category term='*Pouts* like really'/><category term='sudden rage of anger.'/><category term='Some things are not worth the risk.'/><category term='dammit'/><category term='Hello Year 3'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='mixed feelings'/><category term='a week post'/><category term='You always hurt the ones you love.'/><category term='constantly falling.'/><category term='Sugar dreams'/><category term='headache'/><category term='go siung ho'/><category term='Sumpah se bile nak friday?'/><category term='life of sarah'/><category term='alia is chipilicious'/><category term='i&apos;m all smiles'/><category term='it doesn&apos;t work that way'/><category term='they&apos;re like the star'/><category term='school vacation'/><category term='miss me when im gone'/><category term='jellybeans'/><category term='Bilal'/><category term='change'/><category term='power of distraction.'/><category term='the paradise way b4 the city'/><category term='oh holy mother of toot i think I&apos;m really screwed'/><category term='I want you to know'/><category term='EXTERNAL CRIT'/><category term='super sleepy'/><category term='Losing my balance.'/><category term='help'/><category term='puffy eyes'/><category term='Troublemakers.'/><category term='memories'/><category term='I love rainy days.'/><category term='you&apos;re all i ever wanted'/><category term='Sick week'/><category term='a screw up'/><category term='Next up RP'/><category term='Best you ever had.'/><category term='thought for thought'/><category term='it&apos;s called a break up because it&apos;s broken'/><category term='I&apos;m gone'/><category term='Taking the airplane.'/><category term='Best things happen when im in deep sleep.'/><category term='Your interest.'/><category term='houston we have a problem.'/><category term='Doneded for now'/><category term='True story.'/><category term='A confession'/><category term='2nd day of raye'/><category term='Back to reality'/><category term='Not hiding what i&apos;m feeling.'/><category term='bummer.'/><category term='apples playing games'/><category term='flip tumble and fall'/><category term='last call.'/><category term='Cos my bestfriend is sweet like sugar.'/><category term='Crappy wake up call'/><category term='External presentation tomorrow.'/><category term='funny how this universe work'/><category term='Time is seriously running out.'/><category term='Traffic Police test'/><category term='My rainbow'/><category term='time of your effing lives'/><category term='My sweet little ass.'/><category term='Smiles for show.'/><category term='the cough syndrome'/><category term='I type this entry as I sit on the chair'/><category term='The number 11 girl'/><category term='Post camp'/><category term='message for you know who'/><category term='Somebody call 911'/><category term='elfy melfy momelfy'/><category term='work b i t c h'/><category term='tomorrow is but another day.'/><category term='Roadtrip'/><category term='Sex at the beach'/><category term='dream on'/><category term='to all those silly things'/><category term='life must pass through changes'/><category term='rednano dot sg'/><category term='floorball camp'/><category term='swollen eyes'/><category term='Cos being in a team feels good.'/><category term='im a busy woman'/><category term='having doubts about you'/><category term='Something new'/><category term='arab st'/><category term='chips and dale co'/><category term='feels like bedtime.'/><category term='I DO THINGS UNDER PRESSURE'/><category term='feel so mad'/><category term='finally graduated'/><category term='One day if you probably see i&apos;ll break and go away.'/><category term='its been awhile.'/><category term='I can&apos;t believe you.'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='And whats left?'/><category term='Rollercoaster ride.'/><category term='baby steps'/><category term='don&apos;t make me choose'/><category term='good company'/><category term='Nobody but you'/><category term='Stop playing hide and seek'/><category term='yellow is my next favourite color'/><category term='3 days left'/><category term='You squeeze the life out of me'/><category term='this is final'/><category term='urgh'/><category term='my lazy sunday'/><category term='ice the cheek.bloody floorball'/><category term='i LOVE thrills'/><category term='Let it burn.'/><category term='Taking time to realise.'/><category term='all fine'/><category term='Yes this is for you.'/><category term='We win some we lose some'/><category term='heads down'/><category term='You&apos;re like the umbrella that shelter the day from the storm.'/><category term='let the time pass'/><category term='i know you want some'/><category term='you&apos;re under my list'/><category term='boredom kills BIGG  time'/><category term='Bitch.'/><category term='The choice'/><category term='have to check myself to rehab.'/><category term='You need to think but you don&apos;t bother'/><category term='More complains and ranting.'/><category term='When one will hear the sad last post.'/><category term='INTESTINAL PAIN'/><category term='good role model.'/><category term='I should be punish.'/><category term='You SWINE'/><category term='soccer is not my thing anymore.'/><category term='work is such a asfhbsdhjfbjsdyvsdfyn'/><category term='stupid feeling'/><category term='TGIF'/><category term='The shades was like my umbrella'/><category term='Surprise me baby.'/><category term='cry a lonely night.'/><category term='Never know the feelings could grow this big.'/><category term='balls of fury'/><category term='you found my weakness and use against me like kryptonite'/><category term='the art of floorball'/><category term='Somebody is being a bitch today'/><category term='for all the mikes in the world.'/><category term='assignments an ass'/><category term='you dont get me trippin no more.'/><category term='ahh baik'/><category term='magnets and magnets are attracting me'/><category term='sick'/><category term='I wrote my own story'/><category term='i gotten myself a curfew'/><category term='new skin'/><category term='i&apos;m fine ok perfectly alright.'/><category term='You live life for 20 years already.'/><category term='workaholic'/><category term='when days gone bad'/><category term='Off to do something not floorball for today'/><category term='trapped'/><category term='I seriously love my job am not lying you think?'/><category term='Nanads b&apos;day'/><category term='I am not ok so stop asking.'/><category term='Im loving FRYDAYS'/><category term='the start of something new.'/><category term='break after work'/><category term='can&apos;t seem to get away from misery'/><category term='big girls don&apos;t cry'/><category term='note to self'/><category term='bitch fit'/><category term='lazy sunday and my monday blues.'/><category term='the randomness'/><category term='Win or lose'/><category term='Back to home base'/><category term='where sarah&apos;s red packet?'/><category term='2 more to gp'/><category term='stay home monday blues'/><category term='No one enjoy losing.'/><category term='what i like about you.'/><category term='seriously no rush right?'/><category term='Blame it on you.'/><category term='We are geenius'/><category term='nothings a burden'/><category term='Presentations an ass thus i am moving on.'/><category term='my source of euphoria'/><category term='personal reflection'/><category term='Breaking the habit'/><category term='Shopping is a good therapy'/><category term='Want a cookie?'/><category term='work work work until sian.'/><category term='The only one.'/><category term='i know you miss me'/><category term='random ramblings'/><category term='burn the last night oil'/><category term='Content'/><category term='I hope i lose my balance'/><category term='lifeless'/><category term='is it you?'/><category term='spastic individuals with spastic looks'/><category term='you got me tongue tied.'/><category term='Mad world.'/><category term='I am finally graduating.'/><category term='tomorrow it shall be'/><category term='keep holding on'/><category term='what nonsense lecturer i have'/><category term='geylang and food'/><category term='2 more days'/><category term='In deep need of inspiration.'/><category term='itch'/><category term='will this kill?'/><category term='Paranoid starts with a P'/><category term='iphonamania'/><category term='floorball'/><category term='sesungguhnye aku puase.'/><category term='let&apos;s partttaaaayyy'/><category term='Lets not collapse from exhaustion shall we?'/><category term='anyone?'/><category term='Who could really blame me?'/><category term='Why we behave in such a manner.'/><category term='happy holidays for me. oh really?'/><category term='for you i stay happy. for bestfriend sake'/><category term='i&apos;m hungry'/><category term='virus reaction'/><category term='on a hot sunny day i blog'/><category term='finally at ease'/><category term='If that heart stops beating.'/><category term='The joy in kinder joy'/><category term='like any other day.'/><category term='school so slack'/><category term='the suicide club'/><category term='One of those major breakdowns you don&apos;t wish to share.'/><category term='controversy- will s.a.f.e feat i.l.s last?'/><category term='when you see tp wolves they gonna give you hell.'/><category term='its done for'/><category term='the pillar of strength'/><category term='back in those days'/><category term='your fun is only limited to your imagination.'/><category term='frustrations from within'/><category term='Way to go.'/><category term='the fate i have to endure'/><category term='I want to read minds.'/><category term='word'/><category term='DOC 2008'/><category term='Cotton candy and flakes for dinner.'/><category term='dont you think?'/><category term='inspiration sensation and manifestication'/><category term='Post training cool down'/><category term='i don&apos;t want to make things any worse'/><category term='Nuff said....'/><category term='18 soon bitches'/><category term='Why would I even blog when I had nothing much to say?'/><category term='achoooooo'/><category term='this cant be right'/><category term='Hiding the truth is as good as lying.'/><category term='Final year project'/><category term='as much of floorball as in fun'/><category term='obessesed with work'/><category term='new stick'/><category term='to ally'/><category term='NOT the right time to mess around.'/><category term='I&apos;m glad people like you exist.'/><category term='Pick up lines are for your girlfriends not for me.'/><category term='check schedule'/><category term='the indiscreet paranoia'/><category term='still feeling happy. im counting to a yr older =)'/><category term='my anger management classes pisses me off'/><category term='hatin everything.'/><category term='i wasted a chance to prove myself'/><category term='workload..'/><category term='lunch at your mommas boot'/><category term='Chalet G'/><category term='fall..'/><category term='Build then break.'/><category term='Brochure for NYC tomorrow.'/><category term='Everyday a sunday please.'/><category term='She asked for my number'/><category term='i maybe stubborn but for a good cause'/><category term='I felt disconnected'/><category term='nomatter how things are'/><category term='listen to what?'/><category term='Another day pass by.'/><category term='You just don&apos;t get it'/><category term='the very last for some of you the beginning for me.'/><category term='todays thoughts'/><category term='you&apos;re missed'/><category term='Perseverance is part of bullshit crapalogy'/><category term='Just one more night.'/><category term='Can&apos;t wait'/><category term='o holidays'/><category term='och'/><category term='raye-ing'/><category term='Cos the feeling have not yet fade.'/><category term='Final lap of the race.'/><category term='Reality is setting in and im not ready.'/><category term='more complains'/><category term='you gave me butterflies..'/><category term='Yay boracay here i come'/><category term='Distractions over internet'/><category term='Mofo'/><category term='the series of events'/><category term='It brought me down'/><category term='busy week'/><category term='on the verge'/><category term='Surviving.'/><category term='the world keeps getting in the way'/><category term='cos somebody told me I don&apos;t need a boyfriend.'/><category term='Major headaches.'/><category term='you&apos;re just like me'/><category term='i am aging'/><category term='a tough cookie'/><category term='stupid b.i.a.t.c.h'/><category term='Another phase'/><category term='undisclosed identity.'/><category term='days spend'/><category term='it&apos;s only a matter of time'/><category term='26 more days'/><category term='1 more day'/><category term='4 week of my misery'/><category term='Burn the midnight oil'/><category term='the things about you and me'/><category term='feeling upside down'/><category term='oh bother'/><category term='Bintan trip'/><category term='popping pills'/><category term='No more procrastinating.'/><category term='Cos i&apos;m trying'/><category term='Dead and sleepy.'/><category term='Raye screw you up sometimes.'/><category term='Lately.'/><category term='dust bunnies'/><category term='new soul'/><category term='Scanning through the people'/><category term='so whats next?'/><category term='shiaatheads'/><category term='1st day and im already sulking.'/><category term='Sleep deprived'/><category term='I try swallowing the pain to the bare minimum'/><category term='close call'/><category term='080808'/><category term='im feeling hot'/><category term='Mike where you?'/><category term='new hair'/><category term='my eyes they have visions of you'/><category term='hot tempered'/><category term='He hates me not'/><category term='pressured'/><category term='school is draining me'/><category term='im raya-LESS'/><category term='Dear shooting star.'/><category term='alia'/><category term='which is better'/><category term='19 birthday'/><category term='quit being sick already'/><category term='cos we party like a rockstar'/><category term='if i ain&apos;t got you.'/><category term='holiday bring sickness'/><category term='bliss.....'/><category term='influenza'/><category term='i felt stupid'/><category term='No turning back if you going to be a dad.'/><category term='Hate I don&apos;t really like you'/><category term='change need time'/><category term='If you know what i mean.'/><category term='Gossips make the world an interesting place to live in.'/><category term='huge bitch fit'/><category term='So whats the story morning glory?'/><category term='All those memories.'/><category term='runaway'/><category term='Im high today'/><category term='see no evil'/><category term='b.i.t.c.h'/><category term='Ripped jeans'/><category term='To seek or not to seek.'/><category term='Apple or strawberry or both?'/><category term='Too bad uh thats life'/><category term='home sweet home'/><category term='Not bad for some robotic alien.'/><category term='because i dun need you to whisper.'/><category term='well i dont give a fcuk'/><category term='when thursday?'/><category term='and im off'/><category term='showing signs'/><category term='You&apos;re my 911'/><category term='not hatred'/><category term='Youre not that great afterall.'/><category term='xoxo'/><category term='4 minutes'/><category term='Cos birds fly and Im high on chocolate.'/><category term='Stupid monday blues'/><category term='That one sentence'/><category term='beautiful =)'/><category term='something you all don&apos;t know'/><category term='I&apos;m malay'/><category term='chewy paddlepop'/><category term='fear is only in our minds'/><category term='so long and goodbye 2008'/><category term='Seriously'/><title type='text'>uncovered lies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</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>608</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3939168018018406727</id><published>2011-04-12T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:48:59.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im finally flying'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the feeling when you do a kicker frontside 360 after popping,&lt;div&gt;when you bend down for that handle pass, you're on axis and you actually look down to see that you're really high up from the water and you're literally parallel to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, thats crazy..I have no idea whatsoever that I'm capable to do such a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That feeling is beyond uhhh-mazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure trying to land a tantrum will do more justice, we'll see we'll see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-3939168018018406727?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3939168018018406727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3939168018018406727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3939168018018406727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3939168018018406727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-feeling-when-you-do-kicker.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-143679282005815354</id><published>2011-03-31T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:29:56.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True story.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The less you give a fuck, the happier you will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fzyEVO--iLc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: bold; height: 1.1363em; max-height: 1.1363em; line-height: 1.1363em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="n-dubz we dance on  with lyrics"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;n-dubz we dance on (on repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-143679282005815354?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/143679282005815354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=143679282005815354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/143679282005815354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/143679282005815354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2011/03/less-you-give-fuck-happier-you-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fzyEVO--iLc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-748700469997798573</id><published>2010-10-06T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:56:11.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you asked for a break up,&lt;br /&gt;all my nerves in my body snapped and my world shattered to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;No fucking idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-748700469997798573?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/748700469997798573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=748700469997798573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/748700469997798573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/748700469997798573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-you-asked-for-break-up-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-6767127531540633076</id><published>2010-09-30T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:09:01.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='which is better'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda weird, that this blog have been left dead and gone, yet people come by to stop and read, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt at ease, when I type down my most inner deepest thoughts here.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it? What can an online diary give you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the saying "truth hurts but lying is worse"?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I've been trying to live up to that quote.&lt;br /&gt;But truth be told, I think I'm not ready to handle honesty yet.&lt;br /&gt;I mean as much as I appreciate someone telling me how disappointing I behave.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I wouldn't want to listen to all of it at one go.&lt;br /&gt;Yes being direct is way better than beating around the bush, but how far can you go?&lt;br /&gt;and how much more of it can you listen and absorb?&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts every ounce of it. And sometimes as much as I hate liars, I felt like believing the lie instead of the truth. At least I'm comforted by them, but then again i'm risking to get hurt in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so bloody messed up.&lt;br /&gt;you get what I mean?&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/35792069-6767127531540633076?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6767127531540633076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6767127531540633076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6767127531540633076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6767127531540633076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-kinda-weird-that-this-blog-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3606043117543844162</id><published>2010-07-12T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:50:10.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning for the next one already.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too little time for me to get myself kick start back to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuking nb cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't holidays last a tad more longer?&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when reality sets in.&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/35792069-3606043117543844162?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3606043117543844162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3606043117543844162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3606043117543844162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3606043117543844162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-little-time-for-me-to-get-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-266735673637808403</id><published>2010-07-04T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:25:50.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yay boracay here i come'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well technically, 10 july.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the weather is good at manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep. Have to wake up pretty early..&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&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/35792069-266735673637808403?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/266735673637808403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=266735673637808403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/266735673637808403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/266735673637808403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-leaving-on-jet-plane-dont-know-when.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4649457232182341442</id><published>2010-07-04T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:45:07.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parents       spend the first part of their lives teaching us to walk and&lt;br /&gt;talk,  and the      rest of it telling us to sit down and shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s: Philippines on monday morning.&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/35792069-4649457232182341442?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4649457232182341442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4649457232182341442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4649457232182341442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4649457232182341442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/07/parents-spend-first-part-of-our-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8916764151323018032</id><published>2010-06-24T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:07:37.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why we behave in such a manner.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As much as I don't want to admit it,&lt;br /&gt;but what irfan khan state on his status on fb yesterday was absoeffingly fcuking true.&lt;br /&gt;That," &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="profile_status"&gt;Girls are unfathomable..U do something..Its  wrong..U do the other option..its also wrong...And the best thing  is..They dont even know which option they want... -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Such irony.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another fact is after an argument,&lt;br /&gt;girls tend to push boys away,&lt;br /&gt;just because we need at least 3/4 minutes of our own time alone,&lt;br /&gt;to calm ourfcukingself down,&lt;br /&gt;before we want our boy to pacify us with much love, care &amp;amp; concern.&lt;br /&gt;It's second nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of how the world goes around, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-8916764151323018032?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8916764151323018032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8916764151323018032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8916764151323018032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8916764151323018032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-much-as-i-dont-want-to-admit-it-but.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-6681538492941693589</id><published>2010-06-23T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:35:03.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you dont get me trippin no more.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I thought we're going strong,&lt;br /&gt;but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we're going to last,&lt;br /&gt;but that was just the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make sense of what is left of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I'm just saying....&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/35792069-6681538492941693589?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6681538492941693589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6681538492941693589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6681538492941693589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6681538492941693589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-thought-were-going-strong-but-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3521153392192196598</id><published>2010-06-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:42:35.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to reality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from tioman.&lt;br /&gt;And am not liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a laid back life at the beach and not care about anything.&lt;br /&gt;Just sun, sand and the sea.&lt;br /&gt;What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&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/35792069-3521153392192196598?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3521153392192196598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3521153392192196598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3521153392192196598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3521153392192196598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back-from-tioman.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2534639116719363181</id><published>2010-06-18T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:17:54.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no spark no flame'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like drowning myself with medication and just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep like nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;So if tomorrow, I wake up and feel pathetic at least, there's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Then when night falls, I'm going to drown myself with more medication.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm not going to get well any sooner, so let this be a phase for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast, I can sleep peacefully which I have always been wanting to since weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, my head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I hate you&lt;br /&gt;(But the love you gave me was so so good)&lt;br /&gt;So I  love you&lt;br /&gt;(But the pain you gave me was so so bad)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2534639116719363181?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2534639116719363181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2534639116719363181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2534639116719363181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2534639116719363181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/wont-around-in-singapore-for-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8519817444347631567</id><published>2010-06-16T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:44:59.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quit being sick already'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be a mechanic and work on cars and pimp them up in a garage.&lt;br /&gt;Or probably a motor cross racer, cos I like to get it down and dirty =p&lt;br /&gt;But that's just dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams you know that never meant to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;can I quit being sick?&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously I'm sick of getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be fine by friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Going off to Tioman with the family.Yay! Retreat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/TBjxS519k7I/AAAAAAAAD5w/SASTzV4ZFv0/s1600/28722_10150204574670486_855005485_12921623_2756825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/TBjxS519k7I/AAAAAAAAD5w/SASTzV4ZFv0/s400/28722_10150204574670486_855005485_12921623_2756825_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483397853390672818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss this two, badly =(&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/35792069-8519817444347631567?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/TBjxS519k7I/AAAAAAAAD5w/SASTzV4ZFv0/s72-c/28722_10150204574670486_855005485_12921623_2756825_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2828692793600090697</id><published>2010-06-15T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:35:44.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick week'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss all the little things you do for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now it becomes such a rarity that I have to actually ask you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick, i'm fcuking sick and I hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Had giddiness on friday,&lt;br /&gt;saturday I was fine,&lt;br /&gt;down with the itch on sunday,&lt;br /&gt;and now this on monday and tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh *groans*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2828692793600090697?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2828692793600090697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2828692793600090697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2828692793600090697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2828692793600090697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-all-little-things-you-do-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-6232706665075758809</id><published>2010-06-13T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:13:59.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's already been 3 effing days that I can't sleep properly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my body start to itch like I'm allergic to something.&lt;br /&gt;*groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team played extremely well during yesterdays match even though we lost big time.&lt;br /&gt;They put their ego aside and motivate and encourage each other.&lt;br /&gt;Only some choose to think they're better than the rest&lt;br /&gt;and there goes the complains about how pathetic the other team mate play.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, you're not that good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda like the feeling when we scored a goal,&lt;br /&gt;its like as if we won the entire competition, the environment was awhhhhsum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-6232706665075758809?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6232706665075758809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6232706665075758809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6232706665075758809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6232706665075758809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-already-been-3-effing-days-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-6287381814338696381</id><published>2010-06-12T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:30:20.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like there's something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you change and its affecting me.&lt;br /&gt;we're not the same anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: where have us been? seems like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-6287381814338696381?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6287381814338696381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6287381814338696381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6287381814338696381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6287381814338696381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-like-theres-something-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4919523277912140451</id><published>2010-06-11T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:33:12.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid feeling'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the feeling when you can't sleep the day before,&lt;br /&gt;and you wake up feel all sorry for yourself, all sore up and weak and groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucktup feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cb, wheres apit? it's been a very long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: you know what i missed, you carrying me around, swinging me and pretend that was the best days of our lives and nothing could ever top that. we're not that type of people anymore.&lt;br /&gt;we change, and this is another stupid feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4919523277912140451?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4919523277912140451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4919523277912140451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4919523277912140451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4919523277912140451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-feeling-when-you-cant-sleep-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-5395848489362616328</id><published>2010-06-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:25:05.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch fit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work was dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;it was a fcuking wrong day to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to whoever who make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-5395848489362616328?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5395848489362616328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=5395848489362616328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5395848489362616328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5395848489362616328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/work-was-dreadful.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-469168986632262879</id><published>2010-06-08T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:05:41.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy tuesdays of all days.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I had a plan,&lt;br /&gt;to go out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I told them,&lt;br /&gt;I will only be up at 11 am.&lt;br /&gt;To my despair,&lt;br /&gt;I sleep in till 12.30 unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a number of text messages,&lt;br /&gt;asking what I'm up to.&lt;br /&gt;So I said fret not,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to watch a movie with you.&lt;br /&gt;But the weather was very cooling,&lt;br /&gt;dull and hazy.&lt;br /&gt;My mind kept changing,&lt;br /&gt;and I start to get lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I already tried a number of clothes on,&lt;br /&gt;trying to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm finally done,&lt;br /&gt;I told them I'm not coming.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to head to the library instead,&lt;br /&gt;and get myself a book.&lt;br /&gt;But my plan was all ruin,&lt;br /&gt;cos the weather made me hook.&lt;br /&gt;So I sat at home,&lt;br /&gt;stuffing myself with ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;clean my room,&lt;br /&gt;glued some shells,&lt;br /&gt;and did some facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: working tomorrow at b2, t3 airport,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; someone please drop by and make my work worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-469168986632262879?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/469168986632262879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=469168986632262879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/469168986632262879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/469168986632262879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-had-plan-to-go-out-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-6583861532593220124</id><published>2010-06-07T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:37:51.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Losing my balance.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be sleeping in good tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Free of arguments, plenty good dreams to dream about.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the rain will keep on going till late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cycling at ecp with the boy and his youngest sister.&lt;br /&gt;It amazed me how they look so cute cycling side by side together,&lt;br /&gt;before they came crumbling down when the two bikes collided.&lt;br /&gt;That's a good work out, spend with two of my favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-6583861532593220124?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6583861532593220124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6583861532593220124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6583861532593220124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6583861532593220124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-be-sleeping-in-good-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-73324407208053399</id><published>2010-06-06T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:35:48.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Major headaches.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It comes to a point when I don't really know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired of not sleeping because of arguing.&lt;br /&gt;Really tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a recorder, so I can pause the great moments, fast forward the arguments and stop the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-73324407208053399?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/73324407208053399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=73324407208053399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/73324407208053399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/73324407208053399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-comes-to-point-when-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-5930007334705464939</id><published>2010-06-06T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T05:53:14.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to self'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fcuking cheebs my leg hurts like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, I shall cool down after training and matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to walk in pain again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: i dont understand why guys make it so easy to forget things, about what they say or do in the past like it had never affected their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know the formula, teach me because i'm willing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: never make a decision when you're angry, never make a promise when you're happy.&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/35792069-5930007334705464939?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5930007334705464939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=5930007334705464939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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my 12 hours of sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PRONTO&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-6937746107670964166?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6937746107670964166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6937746107670964166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6937746107670964166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6937746107670964166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-tired-when-can-i-get-my-12-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8003864525415233937</id><published>2010-05-30T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:30:53.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 more day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving out for the first time make my knees wobble like jello.&lt;br /&gt;And a.f.m is the first few people to experience a ride with me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I manage to find my way around places, not bad I say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda impressed on my progress.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I suck on directions and tend to get my friends and myself lost..&lt;br /&gt;Theres always a first time for everything yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to changi beach to chill.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, somebody didnt know that changi beach exist. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a hot pink fireblade with gold rims.&lt;br /&gt;I almost want to pee in my pants with the paint work.&lt;br /&gt;Hot Pink fireblade is THE SEX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to work at vss tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, one more week of freelance design.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDHidlOXzBM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDHidlOXzBM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bb coming home soon tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bathe, dinner and knocking off early.&lt;br /&gt;G'night world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-8003864525415233937?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8003864525415233937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8003864525415233937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8003864525415233937'/><link rel='self' 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honestly dislike, loathe how the team is doing in the league.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't fcuking understand why is there so many politics,&lt;br /&gt;in a team.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how annoying it is when the captain ask to open up about&lt;br /&gt;why people are unhappy about the team, but no one have the bloody&lt;br /&gt;guts to even speak up.&lt;br /&gt;Instead continue bitching about each others back during the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that the team is breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow theres a tiny hope wishing all these people could put&lt;br /&gt;their damn ego aside, their differences and try to make things work for the team.&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks time, we're going to go against the champs of last yr.&lt;br /&gt;Its either now or never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that shitty feeling aside,&lt;br /&gt;After my game and pinkies, my cousin and i and her bf went off for lunch by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice talking about basically everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;And the beach reeks of oil spills.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Super paranoid.&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/35792069-8265589183362365119?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8265589183362365119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8265589183362365119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8265589183362365119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8265589183362365119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/such-insanely-crappy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3633802012958754809</id><published>2010-05-28T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:03:33.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd day.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like I was trapped in a glass cell at work just now.&lt;br /&gt;I have to entertain kids at the event site and repeat the instructions over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I love kids, but dislike handling too many.&lt;br /&gt;It was a hell of a busy day at airport today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I'll be in the office the whole week, next week.&lt;br /&gt;Amen to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, bf called when I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;Felt pathetic that I have to put down so fast due to the huge crowd.&lt;br /&gt;*heave a fcuking huge sigh ok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some sleep,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be my 2nd Div 1 match against skools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&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/35792069-3633802012958754809?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3633802012958754809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3633802012958754809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was made to calculate a floor plan at work just now.&lt;br /&gt;Its disgust me because theres too many numbers.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate dealing with 3D max.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm not good with numbers, I ace my maths back in 4 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk that was long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is the weather super hot these days.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep with the humidity.The fan is facing directly on my face,&lt;br /&gt;if that can't be enough, I spend most of my days sleeping in my&lt;br /&gt;bra and shorts only.&lt;br /&gt;And I always got a tone darker after coming back from lunch at work.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I think its time to save the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go green, before we all die of humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the boys back at the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;Been awhile since I see them.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know when was the last time we sat down&lt;br /&gt;and talk crap most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I think the hot topic will be ns, saf suck, cd also, bikes, accidents, more accidents, cars.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I knew stuff, imagine hanging out and you got nothing to talk about, like screw guys topic kinda thing let's talk about barbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_56z8_Li_I/AAAAAAAAD5o/Nbn4xZ5U958/s1600/Photo+44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_56z8_Li_I/AAAAAAAAD5o/Nbn4xZ5U958/s400/Photo+44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475949229892144114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find bro glasses, kinky nak mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to clean myself with cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: finally heard news back at phuket, good to hear you're doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: tomorrow is going to be a hell of a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-6150017528157568859?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6150017528157568859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6150017528157568859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6150017528157568859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6150017528157568859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-was-made-to-calculate-floor-plan-at.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_56z8_Li_I/AAAAAAAAD5o/Nbn4xZ5U958/s72-c/Photo+44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2423534283080257597</id><published>2010-05-26T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:38:52.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st day and im already sulking.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to post an entry now and then for bf,&lt;br /&gt;so that he won't have a hard time figuring out what I did while his out&lt;br /&gt;enjoying himself at Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at work, I had a pretty long lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Boss brought us to The Orchard Hotel Cafe for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The food was not bad, especially the salmon sashimi, sushis and the bread pudding.&lt;br /&gt;It was a well worth lunch buffet and a time to catch up with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much designing to do today, thank god, wasn't in any mood.&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting is that I overheard my boss talking about the girl his dating.&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted to make her his gf, in the most memorable way possible.&lt;br /&gt;And how they got together, was somewhat the same between me and the boy.&lt;br /&gt;Manage to put a smile on my face. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for my boracay trip in July.&lt;br /&gt;I went to do some research on the place as well as trying to find a hotel to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with boracay even before I step into that place.&lt;br /&gt;It's gorgeous beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;But thats gonna take another month. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_0rYegxM2I/AAAAAAAAD5g/_-xxqhbMcIQ/s1600/30063_393332932676_588232676_4269896_1227578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_0rYegxM2I/AAAAAAAAD5g/_-xxqhbMcIQ/s400/30063_393332932676_588232676_4269896_1227578_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475580421459751778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss him already, and its only been a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder whats his doing there...&lt;br /&gt;Come home soon bb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Had to work freelance for vss again next week.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, orang kate rezeki takmo tolakkan..&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/35792069-2423534283080257597?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2423534283080257597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2423534283080257597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2423534283080257597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2423534283080257597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-going-to-post-entry-now-and-then-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_0rYegxM2I/AAAAAAAAD5g/_-xxqhbMcIQ/s72-c/30063_393332932676_588232676_4269896_1227578_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1348896384199272875</id><published>2010-05-22T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:09:03.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finally graduated'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_a92LdLx1I/AAAAAAAAD5Y/eQaTDx18ua0/s1600/1"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_a92LdLx1I/AAAAAAAAD5Y/eQaTDx18ua0/s400/1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473771135601198930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time flew so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;Thanks to all that have  made my poly life a memorable and a fruitful one.&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage"&gt; You're never  forgotten. infinite x's &amp;amp; o's!&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s: Tomorrow is the start of singapore floorball league.&lt;br /&gt;Pasirians against SMU.&lt;br /&gt;I need my sleep.&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/35792069-1348896384199272875?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S_a92LdLx1I/AAAAAAAAD5Y/eQaTDx18ua0/s72-c/1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1733871875711913301</id><published>2010-05-20T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T02:44:59.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everybody loves drama i do too'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Screw emo post I have these pass few days.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine now, be it with whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise the drama in fb make my stats grew higher.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know people are so nosy.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: it takes a whore to know one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-1733871875711913301?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1733871875711913301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=1733871875711913301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1733871875711913301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1733871875711913301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/screw-emo-post-i-have-these-pass-few.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4749999195618766696</id><published>2010-05-19T03:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T03:18:59.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I should be punish.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I should just go study in aussie and disappear for 3 years,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I'm any use in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;All I do best is hurt the ones I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4749999195618766696?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8004664174923892595</id><published>2010-05-19T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:38:04.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifeless'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wish nenek is fine.&lt;br /&gt;I wish shes able to walk to me, advise me and tell me everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hug me like she use to whens nobody here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's just lying on her bed, not knowing she can never walk again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to her by her bed and just sulk and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally told mum, how I felt about her and dad.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's fucktup, when parents give you opinions its called advised.&lt;br /&gt;When we give them opinions its called kurang ajar.&lt;br /&gt;My mum now thinks, I don't regard her as my mum anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;My big day is on friday.&lt;br /&gt;My parents and me are not doing so good.&lt;br /&gt;The only one person that believe I can go far, gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who wants to watch me walk that aisle?&lt;br /&gt;You know what, screw it, I don't feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-8004664174923892595?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8004664174923892595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8004664174923892595' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I got no one to go to when I have problems anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My parents don't believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;My one closed friend, is going through heart breaks.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a bf anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thats more like it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I don't feel like going through my graduation anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2260525211102860424?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2260525211102860424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2260525211102860424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2260525211102860424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2260525211102860424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-like-i-got-no-one-to-go-to-when.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4577654230031019301</id><published>2010-05-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:49:40.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im so upset i dont feel like talking to anyone.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running never felt so good before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so upset just now, I kept clenching my fist,&lt;br /&gt;trying to keep everything inside.&lt;br /&gt;Despite my efforts, tears keep trickling down my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;while I make my rounds in ecp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate the fact, that my parents treat me like i'm still their 2 yr old baby.&lt;br /&gt;They never seem to let me go do stuff because they're afraid i'll screw up.&lt;br /&gt;Well, pardon me, screwing up is a way to live, thats life.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean they're not a risk taker, I have to be like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I also hate the fact that my ex thinks that everything is fine between us.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf mofo, do you have any idea what you did to me last time?&lt;br /&gt;Any effing idea?&lt;br /&gt;Like how you threw me on the bushes, in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;Like how you kept pushing me to the wall?&lt;br /&gt;Like how you pour that can of sprite all over me.&lt;br /&gt;How you call most guys in my cell, just to make sure I'm not contacting them.&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck you, if you think everything is fine!&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe you even have the chic to say let by gones be by gones.&lt;br /&gt;If a video was taken on that day, I bet tons of guys would wanna slap your face&lt;br /&gt;and kick you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I kick your balls earlier that time so no fathers day for you.&lt;br /&gt;Moron.&lt;/span&gt; GFAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I don't feel like I have a dad anymore, just another man living in the same house as me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had that in mind since years ago.&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/35792069-4577654230031019301?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-5641470817710107995</id><published>2010-05-16T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:48:45.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embrace my skinniness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the fact that I can eat a whole lot of junk food,&lt;br /&gt;without worrying getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go for a jog so bad today,&lt;br /&gt;but sadly due to the weather I end up sitting under a block,&lt;br /&gt;near a canal with my favourite boy making fun of each other,&lt;br /&gt;with the wind blowing through our hairs.&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;br /&gt;The best 15 minutes of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;p.s: "kan" or not? hahahah (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-5641470817710107995?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5641470817710107995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=5641470817710107995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5641470817710107995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5641470817710107995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-fact-that-i-can-eat-whole-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2388011920091807553</id><published>2010-05-15T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:46:24.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation Dress'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my graduation dress, is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to flaunt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&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/35792069-2388011920091807553?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2388011920091807553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2388011920091807553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2388011920091807553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2388011920091807553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-my-graduation-dress-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2433303337264589341</id><published>2010-05-14T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:36:44.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality is setting in and im not ready.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relationship can be so hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;It's like working up a sweat but without working out.&lt;br /&gt;Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sick &amp;amp; tired arguing with bf right now,&lt;br /&gt;due to mindless things, paranoia &amp;amp; insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have myself to blame this time round.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am admitting it in public, setting my ego aside.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, sentosa outting with alia, did not go as plan.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate last min cancellations but at least,&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet the boy after a pretty long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of to Marina bay sands if thats what they call it.&lt;br /&gt;And boy isn't he a noob riding up the new bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Secretly, I was quite excited myself.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, work schedule for the event at the airport is up.&lt;br /&gt;Division 1 floorball league schedule is also up.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm going to be dead busy after graduation,&lt;br /&gt;with floorball &amp;amp; work commitments.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything ends well. Must be prepared for an emotional&lt;br /&gt;roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*held my hands and pray to god*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2433303337264589341?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2433303337264589341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2433303337264589341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2433303337264589341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2433303337264589341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/relationship-can-be-so-hard-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3645569480848449702</id><published>2010-05-13T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:33:26.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You always hurt the ones you love.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to go on more holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because reality sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much content with how I'm doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a part-time job, doing freelance design, travelling...&lt;br /&gt;Had time for shopping, had good quality time with mum.&lt;br /&gt;I thank god for that, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm never satisfied with the amount of time I had with azri.&lt;br /&gt;Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why you so busy nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just see I want you for myself?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm selfish that way, so be it. I bet some days you feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;Some days you feel I choose you instead of floorball.&lt;br /&gt;Some days you feel I stay in singapore more often than travelling.&lt;br /&gt;Some days, you wish I put aside some of my friends for you.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-3645569480848449702?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3645569480848449702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3645569480848449702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3645569480848449702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3645569480848449702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-go-on-more-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1972974666763385442</id><published>2010-05-07T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:12:25.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to KL for a shopping trip with  mum.&lt;br /&gt;Will be back by monday night.&lt;br /&gt;A well needed getaway after working hard for a month plus.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: a.f.m, do tc of yourself. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-1972974666763385442?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1972974666763385442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=1972974666763385442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1972974666763385442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1972974666763385442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/off-to-kl-for-shopping-trip-with-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4072978439113906736</id><published>2010-05-05T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:13:54.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only time will tell'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I had more time to spend with you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know how much I miss you till I see you today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&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/35792069-4072978439113906736?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4072978439113906736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4072978439113906736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4072978439113906736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4072978439113906736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish-i-had-more-time-to-spend-with.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2462387963959933873</id><published>2010-05-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:52:12.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuff said....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss the boy &amp;amp; his wr4....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2462387963959933873?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2462387963959933873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2462387963959933873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2462387963959933873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2462387963959933873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-boy-his-wr4.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1545968163170109903</id><published>2010-05-03T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:17:20.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going strong.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been cranky lately.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been longing for one good long sleep since 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;But can never do so, due to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long goodbye to 13 hours of shift work at airport.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hello to 1 week of freelance back at visual studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos,&lt;br /&gt;It's our 9 monthsary as of 3 may.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say more, but I'm just too tired to do so.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S92lGdCFHZI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/vOqtS2-A8bs/s1600/30314_400779242832_589312832_4090626_4292016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S92lGdCFHZI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/vOqtS2-A8bs/s400/30314_400779242832_589312832_4090626_4292016_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466707052988800402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love Love Azri Azman =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday &amp;amp; I can't wait for weekends already.&lt;br /&gt;The same feeling I had back when I was an intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I is going to KL with mummy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my lovely readers.&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-1545968163170109903?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1545968163170109903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=1545968163170109903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1545968163170109903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1545968163170109903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-cranky-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S92lGdCFHZI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/vOqtS2-A8bs/s72-c/30314_400779242832_589312832_4090626_4292016_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-6778616365299913079</id><published>2010-05-01T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:37:52.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its been awhile.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF LOVE IS SURRENDER, WHOSE WAR IS IT ANYWAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOURS OR MINE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-6778616365299913079?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6778616365299913079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6778616365299913079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6778616365299913079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6778616365299913079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-love-is-surrender-whose-war-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1218215755604763244</id><published>2010-04-30T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:17:24.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workaholic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can do so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are just much more important to priortize these days.&lt;br /&gt;Like my sleep and sanity than wasting my time arguing with people,&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: See if I can survive one whole week of work, with no breaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-1218215755604763244?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1218215755604763244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=1218215755604763244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1218215755604763244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1218215755604763244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-do-so-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-5201583918240113728</id><published>2010-04-29T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:31:55.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An unspoken letter.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Mum and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you both to stop treating me like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning to an adult soon, and dislike it when you keep checking on me.&lt;br /&gt;You ask me to grow up, get a job and pay my own bills.&lt;br /&gt;Why not, you grow up and move on and realise that i'm no longer your&lt;br /&gt;little girl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your very annoyed daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: sometimes I wish I could say this in front of them, but I never had the guts too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this pains them, if I say it loud &amp;amp; clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep, got 13 hours of job to do.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-5201583918240113728?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5201583918240113728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=5201583918240113728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5201583918240113728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5201583918240113728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-mum-and-dad-i-would-like-you-both.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4152180903919448244</id><published>2010-04-27T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:29:57.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss.....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Among all the pandemonium and  all the madness,&lt;br /&gt;I manage to find peace and calmness today afternoon, with mum.&lt;br /&gt;Head off to the spa, had a full body massage and scrub.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I officially smell like orange. mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a good dinner at House of soto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4152180903919448244?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4152180903919448244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4152180903919448244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4152180903919448244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4152180903919448244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/among-all-pandemonium-and-all-madness-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4457766767447707008</id><published>2010-04-27T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:39:16.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youre not that great afterall.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The more you brag about how great you are, the  more you look like a clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always wanted to say this to one particular person, but I doubt he even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4457766767447707008?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4457766767447707008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4457766767447707008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4457766767447707008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4457766767447707008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-you-brag-about-how-great-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4848001754219376046</id><published>2010-04-27T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:37:54.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bummer.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-20inKxm08w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-20inKxm08w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we do what we think is right, or what we wanted all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue working part time as an events company to earn money to travel or&lt;br /&gt;to work as a graphic designer full time to build up portfolio to enter university?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up, because growing up has too many responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a kid &amp;amp; eat lollies &amp;amp; fcuk care the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, i'm turning 20 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says, this is life, learn how to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4848001754219376046?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4848001754219376046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4848001754219376046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4848001754219376046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4848001754219376046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/should-we-do-what-we-think-is-right-or.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-902023886471938702</id><published>2010-04-24T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T02:23:17.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No turning back if you going to be a dad.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best friend, what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;Wasting your life, for something which you think is worth it,&lt;br /&gt;but its not.&lt;br /&gt;You make it look like a desperate move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why must you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Its emotionally painful, I thought you would have done better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-902023886471938702?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/902023886471938702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=902023886471938702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/902023886471938702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/902023886471938702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2233994929948397595</id><published>2010-04-22T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:33:13.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am finally graduating.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I put on the grad robe, look up to the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe how fast 3 years have past so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Multiple flashbacks came gushing in then disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I almost want to cry...I can't hold back any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will stay only for a while then all will go on separate&lt;br /&gt;ways and live their own lives. Old friends will be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and meet new ones but only some will remain. I hope the close&lt;br /&gt;ones will always be near and never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me, time flew so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is growing and leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All left are now memories, that will keep close to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss TP.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Design school, ITAS, Wolves, the clan, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing that change me, for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I survive and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2233994929948397595?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2233994929948397595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2233994929948397595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2233994929948397595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2233994929948397595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-put-on-grad-robe-look-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4787117702718760937</id><published>2010-04-22T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:01:06.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houston we have a problem.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terminal 3 was almost dead &amp;amp; gone today.&lt;br /&gt;The environment was so dull,&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel like doing cart wheels on the empty space,&lt;br /&gt;just to cure boredom &amp;amp; restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, some staff in the airport want to launch a complain at me,&lt;br /&gt;because she say my service was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cos I only issue her one free gift, and she wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;Note to the public: the free gift, is a mini tiger stuff toy with magnets.&lt;br /&gt;Why she wanted more? I have no freaking idea, I think she's deprived.&lt;br /&gt;She said I was stingy.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted everything that looks nice on the booth, the pen, the pen holder..&lt;br /&gt;I think the computer also she want, maybe the mouse with the blinking light.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, because I told her, her name was too long to put in the card,&lt;br /&gt;and can't fit and she blame me for it?&lt;br /&gt;WTF sia woman? Your name too long my fault is it?&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of annoyance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's either that I'm stingy or you're just plain greedy&lt;/span&gt;, for a woman that age and you want a lot of stuff toys? if can, I give you the whole bloody box, waste my time trying to tell you that I can only issue one per customer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a customer, whose name is winky, yes winky.&lt;br /&gt;And his a guy.&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/35792069-4787117702718760937?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4787117702718760937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4787117702718760937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4787117702718760937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4787117702718760937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/terminal-3-was-almost-dead-gone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4878466904468120547</id><published>2010-04-19T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:01:45.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good role model.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my supervisor ask me to be back for lunch after 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;I was late 10 mins and she make a fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;When she went out to lunch at transit, she took almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baik ah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4878466904468120547?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4878466904468120547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4878466904468120547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4878466904468120547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4878466904468120547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-my-supervisor-ask-me-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-5413743275389083585</id><published>2010-04-18T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:36:46.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more complains'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is monday blues indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Working 12 hours straight....&lt;br /&gt;Baik ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T3 is soo boring. No life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-5413743275389083585?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5413743275389083585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=5413743275389083585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5413743275389083585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5413743275389083585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-is-monday-blues-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2561012325340341412</id><published>2010-04-13T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:27:20.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is life...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On monday, i was so the semangat to finish up my data entry at work.&lt;br /&gt;That never happen before because I always leave a whole stack for my other colleagues to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I followed M.A.A to do errands.&lt;br /&gt;And got meself a metal mulisha bag at profile.&lt;br /&gt;Happy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is going to be a suuuuper long day, cos I got work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm heading to alia chalet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2561012325340341412?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2561012325340341412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2561012325340341412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2561012325340341412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2561012325340341412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-monday-i-was-so-semangat-to-finish.html' 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reason why you held on for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2344863873167589731?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2344863873167589731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2344863873167589731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2344863873167589731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2344863873167589731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3196106498474522325</id><published>2010-04-10T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:25:06.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes this is for you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got ditch at night, for 2 straight days.&lt;br /&gt;baik ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-3196106498474522325?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1852876351741670855</id><published>2010-04-09T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:37:02.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch fit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screw you asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-1852876351741670855?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1852876351741670855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work work work until sian.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday work was a bore.&lt;br /&gt;T3s' environment is so solemn, and it kept repeating its music making it sound like a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of sleeping at the counter and preparing to give a crappy face to a customer.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have to chase after a boy who kept running inside the check-in belt.&lt;br /&gt;And this sats lady scream at us for not taking care of him.&lt;br /&gt;Like hello, we held no responsibility of the boy plus the luggage belt belongs to you, not us.&lt;br /&gt;So whose the one responsible?&lt;br /&gt;She has the chic to scold us some more, should have not apologise and let her chase the boy herself with her skirt and heels.&lt;br /&gt;Serve you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I met my ex-colleagues in Visual Studio.&lt;br /&gt;They came to visit after an event at T2.&lt;br /&gt;Thats basically the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I finally know how to use the NETS machine.&lt;br /&gt;Noob much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I got another job offer, but I think I shall stick to this for now.&lt;br /&gt;ahh *stretch* thank god tomorrow no work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-3458318114367215548?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3458318114367215548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3458318114367215548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3458318114367215548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3458318114367215548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-work-was-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-6917882406715531049</id><published>2010-04-06T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:28:14.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer is not my thing anymore.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to physical training at TP today with wolves.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to see them much anyways, so why not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I needed to burn some calories so today was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Plus we played soccer at the field.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut kene rembat bola, so every time dorang tendang atas, aku duduk menyangkung.&lt;br /&gt;Best pe.&lt;br /&gt;And every time they want to pass the ball to me, I said don't pass to me, but I'm running beside them as side lines. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;Also when they want to defend our goal, I sit at our attacking side cos I lazy to run all the way.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So rule no 1, don't ask me play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Cos apparently I lost my touch. sad much.&lt;br /&gt;At least we had a good laugh playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I got my frolicks too thanks to alia and fan fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep, tomorrow work 12 hours macam security guard, so tak cool.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-35792069.post-9121024063992091434</id><published>2010-04-06T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:30:50.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ripped jeans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just bought a pair of jeans,&lt;br /&gt;and shred it to look like its ripped.&lt;br /&gt;But the annoying part is,&lt;br /&gt;I can't fit into size 25 because my butts' too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i wanna be made into a motocross racer can? all thanks to mtv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-9121024063992091434?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8485031394646148059</id><published>2010-04-04T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:14:27.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheers and a happy ending'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S7iBxqFCZfI/AAAAAAAAD4o/OqK66SUHYsE/s1600/26130_383230978565_624883565_3800201_3686928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S7iBxqFCZfI/AAAAAAAAD4o/OqK66SUHYsE/s400/26130_383230978565_624883565_3800201_3686928_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456253638668346866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haliim's 20 bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S7iBxAG3VmI/AAAAAAAAD4g/jo7oFMGW5js/s1600/25015_10150151620675621_866540620_11841850_1817524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S7iBxAG3VmI/AAAAAAAAD4g/jo7oFMGW5js/s400/25015_10150151620675621_866540620_11841850_1817524_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456253627401721442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pasirian BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea how many BBQs I've attend,&lt;br /&gt;how many chalets I've been overnight-ing,&lt;br /&gt;how many hours I've been working,&lt;br /&gt;how many days I wish I could sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with all that I'm happy &amp;amp; living the good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm glad me &amp;amp; best friend are back in good terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; azri &amp;amp; I have gone a long way for  8 months and many more months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S7iBynn36jI/AAAAAAAAD4w/74CLpuZvAig/s1600/24765_378400753580_646073580_3892970_7792538_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S7iBynn36jI/AAAAAAAAD4w/74CLpuZvAig/s400/24765_378400753580_646073580_3892970_7792538_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456253655189023282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/35792069-8485031394646148059?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S7iBxqFCZfI/AAAAAAAAD4o/OqK66SUHYsE/s72-c/26130_383230978565_624883565_3800201_3686928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2839339677813084363</id><published>2010-03-31T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:33:33.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollercoaster ride.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A whole lot been happening these pass few days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't really be bothered to update what happened&lt;br /&gt;because its been pretty hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know, I can't wait for April,&lt;br /&gt;its going to be sexciting.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm pretty much sore now due to intensive physical training.&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda like how I push myself to my limits and get nice body in the end.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep.&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/35792069-2839339677813084363?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2839339677813084363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2839339677813084363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2839339677813084363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2839339677813084363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/whole-lot-been-happening-these-pass-few.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3375290575240985294</id><published>2010-03-25T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:58:57.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hey apple'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day today?&lt;br /&gt;Quite an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Shall update about it when I'm less sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-3375290575240985294?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3375290575240985294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3375290575240985294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3375290575240985294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3375290575240985294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day-today-quite-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-419955431684675862</id><published>2010-03-23T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:59:17.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The choice'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm quite amazed on how a book really reflects me &amp;amp; Azri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Choice &lt;/span&gt;by Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm hooked to a book something which is not so Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a well-spend day.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being screen my military police.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, why must it always be us?&lt;br /&gt;"Mam, I'm sorry you can't be here because its a private property"&lt;br /&gt;Screw you la, I see no signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to reading back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-419955431684675862?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/419955431684675862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=419955431684675862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/419955431684675862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/419955431684675862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-quite-amazed-on-how-book-really.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8270365292784244617</id><published>2010-03-22T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:59:06.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Content'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm actually quite content with my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to people I meet and friends whose helping me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Be it or small or big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to secure a job for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Doing office work at kallang.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it this way doing odd jobs, so as to&lt;br /&gt;not get bored dealing with one for months.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of events coming right up,&lt;br /&gt;like swimming at sengkang, if the job don't require me to start right away.&lt;br /&gt;Diploma Show, Pasirian BBQ, and 2 other chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Sexciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm off to clean my room filled with design portfolios. tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s; eyeda have to yet to settle a day for mindscafe with itas people, hello...i'm waiting =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-8270365292784244617?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8270365292784244617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbook up and running'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the love of god, my macbaby is back.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-6672449812713532235?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6672449812713532235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6672449812713532235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6672449812713532235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6672449812713532235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-love-of-god-my-macbaby-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2634332967002502616</id><published>2010-03-11T01:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:22:01.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caught between four walls.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S5fjKmMb1CI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/7NWvD-GufSw/s1600-h/tumblr_kxcitv7XTY1qztsrto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S5fjKmMb1CI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/7NWvD-GufSw/s400/tumblr_kxcitv7XTY1qztsrto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447072045518804002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when something went well,&lt;br /&gt;and then something else have to ruin it all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only person who is going through this shit?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I find it irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I can't sleep! cos this is annoying train of negative thoughts is killing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-2634332967002502616?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S5fjKmMb1CI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/7NWvD-GufSw/s72-c/tumblr_kxcitv7XTY1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8102542277896146201</id><published>2010-03-10T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:28:18.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles for show.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every single time when I start to create a conversation with dad,&lt;br /&gt;he starts to nag and find ridiculous reason to shut me up just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Like how I just on the cpu to see how my cafeworld is doing,&lt;br /&gt;not even 2 minutes and he starts nagging about doing school work.&lt;br /&gt;Does he even know that i'm done with school?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gave up trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-8102542277896146201?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8102542277896146201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8102542277896146201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8102542277896146201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8102542277896146201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/every-single-time-when-i-start-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4182273376827032108</id><published>2010-03-09T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:33:21.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake up in the morning feeling like being popular.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S5YG7_9fghI/AAAAAAAAD4I/q9oFC8zeXl4/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S5YG7_9fghI/AAAAAAAAD4I/q9oFC8zeXl4/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Character for FYP cover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                                                                                      The class Ms Popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                                                                                                       =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Wolves training in TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4182273376827032108?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4182273376827032108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4182273376827032108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4182273376827032108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4182273376827032108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/character-for-fyp-cover-class-ms_09.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S5YG7_9fghI/AAAAAAAAD4I/q9oFC8zeXl4/s72-c/DSC_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-772906087663280890</id><published>2010-03-06T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:49:31.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the time again, to think about what school to go next&lt;br /&gt;after I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;Was torn between going to australia, Laselle or NTU school of design.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I can't take emotional goodbyes too well, therefore scrap Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of trying out for the other two.&lt;br /&gt;Time to break out from my comfort zone,&lt;br /&gt;like schooling in a place which is not in the east for instance.&lt;br /&gt;Fees maybe expensive, but that's education for you.&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do now is to come out with a VERY outstanding portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;This lazy thing....is just not working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start by uploading my assignments in the school portfolio,&lt;br /&gt;continue design the school banner for free (that's why no motivation),&lt;br /&gt;and refine Pasirian logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;friendlies with RVHS was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile I played with the wolves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S5FD34o1n-I/AAAAAAAAD4A/I8mRntDTENY/s1600-h/DSCF1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S5FD34o1n-I/AAAAAAAAD4A/I8mRntDTENY/s400/DSCF1182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445208051843178466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-772906087663280890?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/772906087663280890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=772906087663280890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/772906087663280890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/772906087663280890'/><link 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel very insecure and paranoid nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-9152960912519947567?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/9152960912519947567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=9152960912519947567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/9152960912519947567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hW93CV6m-JU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hW93CV6m-JU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hW93CV6m-JU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of shits, no matter how far we run away we can never escape from it.&lt;br /&gt;It has no ctrl alt del.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-35792069.post-7541673817799536528</id><published>2010-03-03T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:48:00.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitch.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what m.a.a you just fucking screwed a good day.&lt;br /&gt;How annoying?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood and in one minute you can screw it all over.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats ah! congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-7541673817799536528?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-9026897470078037203</id><published>2010-03-03T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:25:17.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy 7 months old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S45NwLQAKqI/AAAAAAAAD34/omfKVUS1MJQ/s1600-h/Photo+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S45NwLQAKqI/AAAAAAAAD34/omfKVUS1MJQ/s400/Photo+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444374489586477730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone can make you smile or cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it takes someone special to make you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you already have tears in your eyes.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's M.a.a for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7'th month to us! Cheers love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note,&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my external crit.&lt;br /&gt;It went great. Well so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that will help boost my grades.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to spend my very long holidays,&lt;br /&gt;don't really know when I'm going to start school....&lt;br /&gt;with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Yay to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP, you're going to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm gonna be done with poly.&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 years already?&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap.&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/35792069-9026897470078037203?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/9026897470078037203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=9026897470078037203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/9026897470078037203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/9026897470078037203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/anyone-can-make-you-smile-or-cry-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S45NwLQAKqI/AAAAAAAAD34/omfKVUS1MJQ/s72-c/Photo+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8680574775782407715</id><published>2010-03-02T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:21:29.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='External presentation tomorrow.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not so sure about you people,&lt;br /&gt;but the thought about me having to present again for my final year,&lt;br /&gt;makes me pee in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping they're nice to me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Please god, please.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna screw up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear John&lt;/span&gt; with m.a.a today.&lt;br /&gt;I swear the movie is emotional.&lt;br /&gt;I can perfectly relate to it, if I chose to study in Australia next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hush now, don't think about it too much already.&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to me =)&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/35792069-8680574775782407715?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8680574775782407715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8680574775782407715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8680574775782407715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8680574775782407715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-so-sure-about-you-people-but.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-6800088775562860535</id><published>2010-03-01T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:01:29.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some things are not worth the risk.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda sad to see your friends come and go,&lt;br /&gt;due to bike accidents.&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, some of them are still in i.c.u,&lt;br /&gt;some recovering from serious injuries,&lt;br /&gt;Some are already back up walking, driving.&lt;br /&gt;And one died on her birthday few days after the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this, make me realise, maybe having a bike license&lt;br /&gt;probably not worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, being a chic with a bike itself speaks a thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't want the attention given by passerby while you ride by em?&lt;br /&gt;I would.&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want to be the center of a conversation among your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I gladly would.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, its probably the easiest way to get around.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing wasted lives, get thrown off due to accident just not worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping my loved ones will ride safely,&lt;br /&gt;and stop getting yourself piss off due to inconsiderate drivers/riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your life on the road, comes first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: may adilah's soul rest in peace &amp;amp; fifi, get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;Although we're not that close, but we'll keep on praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-6800088775562860535?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6800088775562860535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=6800088775562860535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6800088775562860535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/6800088775562860535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-kinda-sad-to-see-your-friends-come.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-5064918093528645961</id><published>2010-02-28T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:54:09.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i like about you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a day I remembered, you asked me what I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't answer and only stare at you, because I don't know which to say first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I like about you;&lt;br /&gt;- because you like to make spontaneous plans, it's like a surprise in the end,&lt;br /&gt;we never know what we will get ourselves into.&lt;br /&gt;- because you're very patient, truth be told I may not admit it in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;but I told some of my friends these before, I'm actually quite hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;(even mum has problems)&lt;br /&gt;- because you're quite a bimbo, people may find it dumb, I find it cute,&lt;br /&gt;like really cute to the max punya.&lt;br /&gt;- because you're gullible sometimes, I thought people your age should know better,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm happy at least you're not mr-know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;- because you compliment me, I may say I know, pretend I don't hear,&lt;br /&gt;but I secretly liked it.&lt;br /&gt;- because you're adventurous, you're not timid, you like to try anything that's new,&lt;br /&gt;that's good, we should never limit ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;- because you're actually sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there's this little weakness in your eyes you trying to hide,&lt;br /&gt;but you know i'll figure it out somehow, just like just now.&lt;br /&gt;- because you actually make an effort changing your lifestyle to suit mine,&lt;br /&gt;you're right, you're not who you use to be anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but I think you're great this way, in fact way better that who you are before.&lt;br /&gt;- because you do whatever it takes to make sure there's a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;it only back fires when my ego took charge and ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;I may actually even want to write and doodle on a book,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you how much I appreciate what you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my ego, my pms, I may seriously think that my ego is actually&lt;br /&gt;so much bigger than yours.&lt;br /&gt;Today, make me reflect on us.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, its good that it happens,&lt;br /&gt;because we both know we wouldn't want to say goodbye or farewell,&lt;br /&gt;just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-5064918093528645961?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5064918093528645961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=5064918093528645961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5064918093528645961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5064918093528645961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-was-day-i-remembered-you-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3171699065872027098</id><published>2010-02-27T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:55:25.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXTERNAL CRIT'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just as I was about to be sexcited that I'm done with my final year project,&lt;br /&gt;my lecturer called me up when I was bathing in pasir ris pri after floorball training,&lt;br /&gt;what a good timing (the shampoo was already running into my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;that I was chosen for external critic on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesday 3rd march at 10 am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BIG DEAL&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I screw up my internal crit, and going for external with one ang moh lady,&lt;br /&gt;and a local director as your critiques is as good as putting my head on the chopping block.&lt;br /&gt;However, lecturer said, they could help to boost my grades.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, but if got worse, screw you la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my presenting skill sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I already hit rock bottom during internal crit when one of my lecturer&lt;br /&gt;thinks its a bloody smart idea to be sarcastic during crit, funny ah?&lt;br /&gt;I'm designing for gummy bears you douche bag, and you say look like dog food.&lt;br /&gt;I already say my brief is for gummy bears, what part of gummy bears do you&lt;br /&gt;not understand? Can see dog face at the packaging is it? weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm paranoid, that I may screw up again.&lt;br /&gt;Praying that I won't. Cos I really want to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'm doing freelancing logo for my floorball club.&lt;br /&gt;Being a facilitator at yishun and at school.&lt;br /&gt;Being paid at least 500 for 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I may get the job for disney on ice.&lt;br /&gt;Playing 30n3 floorball on 7 march at NLB.&lt;br /&gt;If we win, 1st price is 300 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for starters. I'm progressing.&lt;br /&gt;Money money in the bank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably an update of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Quite happening ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some sleep, later at noon is chill out day before the hectic part&lt;br /&gt;come to budge in again. Nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I am kind of thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.p.s: I just found out that 1 of my friend got killed in a bike accident,&lt;br /&gt;she died on her bday. and the other is paralyze since 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Hope their family members &amp;amp; herself are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-3171699065872027098?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3171699065872027098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3171699065872027098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3171699065872027098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3171699065872027098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-as-i-was-about-to-be-sexcited-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4682825119332479020</id><published>2010-02-24T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:14:42.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphonamania'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S4P-Wq_57tI/AAAAAAAAD3w/LStZJcZ70dk/s1600-h/DSCF1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S4P-Wq_57tI/AAAAAAAAD3w/LStZJcZ70dk/s400/DSCF1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441472440246595282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what the iphone do to you, steal your boyfriend away.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, if your boyfriend own an iphone make sure you get one yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and download an app, that calls you names like sexy.&lt;br /&gt;At least, it keeps you entertain as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4682825119332479020?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4682825119332479020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4682825119332479020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4682825119332479020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4682825119332479020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/see-what-iphone-do-to-you-steal-your.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S4P-Wq_57tI/AAAAAAAAD3w/LStZJcZ70dk/s72-c/DSCF1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8713184596530410685</id><published>2010-02-22T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:15:12.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy wake up call'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't be up so early.&lt;br /&gt;I should continue sleeping without worrying&lt;br /&gt;about things that do not concern me.&lt;br /&gt;Such a waste of time trying to be considerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucktup monday!&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/35792069-8713184596530410685?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8713184596530410685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8713184596530410685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8713184596530410685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8713184596530410685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-shouldnt-be-up-so-early.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3946651605862945222</id><published>2010-02-21T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:27:52.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vectorised version'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S4AoG0zzWkI/AAAAAAAAD3o/8-OyaM2dCwU/s1600-h/screen-capture-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S4AoG0zzWkI/AAAAAAAAD3o/8-OyaM2dCwU/s400/screen-capture-2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440392447583803970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vectorised m.a.a.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've got too much time on my hands as of now.&lt;br /&gt;Until I got myself a part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what makes me happy today,&lt;br /&gt;because at the end of the day you smile,&lt;br /&gt;and said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I complete you&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&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/35792069-3946651605862945222?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3946651605862945222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3946651605862945222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3946651605862945222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3946651605862945222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/vectorised-m.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S4AoG0zzWkI/AAAAAAAAD3o/8-OyaM2dCwU/s72-c/screen-capture-2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-2283624062814094454</id><published>2010-02-17T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T02:32:37.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding the truth is as good as lying.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I feel we should stop protruding others' people lives,&lt;br /&gt;in order not to messed up ours.&lt;br /&gt;Because what we see and what we may think may not be the intention of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be carefree.&lt;br /&gt;Worry less and care to whats matter most than tiny little things&lt;br /&gt;that may destroy us.&lt;br /&gt;I felt its a skill that I'm lacking.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and gradually, I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignorance is bliss&lt;/span&gt;, so says someone. True that.&lt;br /&gt;100 million percent agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&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/35792069-2283624062814094454?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2283624062814094454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=2283624062814094454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2283624062814094454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/2283624062814094454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-feel-we-should-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3552991727335596127</id><published>2010-02-16T04:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T05:00:46.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mofo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I never go back to sg,&lt;br /&gt;only to realise that i have to bother with shit people give me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like studying in australia, leaving this nasty feeling behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk! it's nearly 5 am and his not back yet&lt;br /&gt;from wherever he is.&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Hello I'm fcuking sleepy. fcuk!&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/35792069-3552991727335596127?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3552991727335596127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3552991727335596127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3552991727335596127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3552991727335596127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/fcuk-its-nearly-5-am-and-his-not-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4019591183353261826</id><published>2010-02-16T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:22:56.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to home base'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bintan trip was exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for a decent holiday right when fyp start.&lt;br /&gt;It was madness fun.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with my cousins on a great place.&lt;br /&gt;We swam on beaches, pools, surfing, volleyball, dodge ball,&lt;br /&gt;card games, taboo, bbq-ing for 3 days straight for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Sunset and clear skies with gazillion shining stars.&lt;br /&gt;What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3mCQ-xfy3I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/BUrSCWHnIxQ/s1600-h/DSCF1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3mCQ-xfy3I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/BUrSCWHnIxQ/s400/DSCF1094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438521253266705266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfer chic habis. well, at least there was a vast improvement compared&lt;br /&gt;to the last time I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3mCQchRRoI/AAAAAAAAD2I/Pu2gNktGnxM/s1600-h/DSCF1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3mCQchRRoI/AAAAAAAAD2I/Pu2gNktGnxM/s400/DSCF1081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438521244071839362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3mCP5yMjlI/AAAAAAAAD2A/H7Za9lYOLDo/s1600-h/DSCF1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3mCP5yMjlI/AAAAAAAAD2A/H7Za9lYOLDo/s400/DSCF1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438521234747592274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelap2 pon nak tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_z6UXudI/AAAAAAAAD1w/01yGSNoUZwo/s1600-h/DSCF1077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_z6UXudI/AAAAAAAAD1w/01yGSNoUZwo/s400/DSCF1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438518554831337938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't know how to play it, but thats just make it more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_zqJ80aI/AAAAAAAAD1o/UmiRzrQYO80/s1600-h/DSCF1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_zqJ80aI/AAAAAAAAD1o/UmiRzrQYO80/s400/DSCF1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438518550492664226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_zbVzmLI/AAAAAAAAD1g/wEa5onlLiU0/s1600-h/DSCF1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_zbVzmLI/AAAAAAAAD1g/wEa5onlLiU0/s400/DSCF1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438518546515859634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies ("v")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_y-Pm6uI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/LgNUFUDIYtw/s1600-h/DSCF1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_y-Pm6uI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/LgNUFUDIYtw/s400/DSCF1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438518538705234658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies + a creep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_ypDAXaI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/o-W6VjE7ZzM/s1600-h/DSCF1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l_ypDAXaI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/o-W6VjE7ZzM/s400/DSCF1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438518533015231906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure coincidental, boyband wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l8yQvnSfI/AAAAAAAAD1I/6kgAKYU6jk8/s1600-h/DSCF1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l8yQvnSfI/AAAAAAAAD1I/6kgAKYU6jk8/s400/DSCF1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438515227956562418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid group pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l8xzpCDEI/AAAAAAAAD1A/H8WIzy3dtqM/s1600-h/DSCF1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l8xzpCDEI/AAAAAAAAD1A/H8WIzy3dtqM/s400/DSCF1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438515220144327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l8xiIEglI/AAAAAAAAD04/lpXhJABkDws/s1600-h/DSCF1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l8xiIEglI/AAAAAAAAD04/lpXhJABkDws/s400/DSCF1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438515215442674258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l8xDCIZNI/AAAAAAAAD0w/-I7BGkPRTbw/s1600-h/DSCF1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3l8xDCIZNI/AAAAAAAAD0w/-I7BGkPRTbw/s400/DSCF1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438515207096263890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is aching tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;Massage anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: 4 more days to submission, final fcukingly =)&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/35792069-4019591183353261826?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4019591183353261826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4019591183353261826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4019591183353261826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4019591183353261826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/bintan-trip-was-exactly-what-i-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3mCQ-xfy3I/AAAAAAAAD2Q/BUrSCWHnIxQ/s72-c/DSCF1094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-4501143473524275855</id><published>2010-02-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:01:01.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My rainbow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know by now i'm not in singapore,&lt;br /&gt;but I wrote this post earlier before I sleep on 12 feb.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know I don't celebrate v day.&lt;br /&gt;But wth, i'm sure you going to read this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3QzXBcz8RI/AAAAAAAAD0o/rCawiYHdKuk/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3QzXBcz8RI/AAAAAAAAD0o/rCawiYHdKuk/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437027120762319122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my valentine, now, always &amp;amp; forever Azri?&lt;br /&gt;Love, me ("v")&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/35792069-4501143473524275855?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4501143473524275855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4501143473524275855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4501143473524275855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4501143473524275855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-by-now-im-not-in-singapore-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S3QzXBcz8RI/AAAAAAAAD0o/rCawiYHdKuk/s72-c/DSC_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-5343441453931499111</id><published>2010-02-12T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:34:52.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintan trip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be going to bintan in awhile with my cousins only.&lt;br /&gt;Have to reach the ferry terminal by 7.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with packing.&lt;br /&gt;Will be in singapore by monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Going to try to loosen up before my final submission and presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your peoples' concern on my grams.&lt;br /&gt;She's getting a tad better indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-5343441453931499111?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5343441453931499111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=5343441453931499111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5343441453931499111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/5343441453931499111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-be-going-to-bintan-in-awhile-with.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-3469748895792626348</id><published>2010-02-11T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:50:12.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like a rainbow.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody makes me feel the exact same way,&lt;br /&gt;m.a.a does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to have you by my side, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-3469748895792626348?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3469748895792626348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=3469748895792626348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3469748895792626348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/3469748895792626348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/nobody-makes-me-feel-exact-same-way-m.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-7695985747419594261</id><published>2010-02-09T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:22:48.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surviving.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been awhile I pour my deepest thoughts here,&lt;br /&gt;most of them have been small things that have been happening in life.&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing here, I felt that this is a better medium to express my thoughts and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit down beside my grams, seeing her lying down on her bed,&lt;br /&gt;tears of sadness and pain start to wet the top of my clothes, her clothes and the bed sheets.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I try to give her motivation to keep going, to make her strong.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I'm not strong myself.&lt;br /&gt;I keep having emotional breakdowns.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to her call upon god,&lt;br /&gt;asking him to take her away as soon as possible,&lt;br /&gt;asking him to reduce her sufferings&lt;br /&gt;was just too much for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave her by the bed alone,&lt;br /&gt;but everytime I have to,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long she will last in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at playing pretend like everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;Good at putting a mask on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how long I can endure this anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This....&lt;br /&gt;Just breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: She's not living, she's surviving.&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/35792069-7695985747419594261?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7695985747419594261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=7695985747419594261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/7695985747419594261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/7695985747419594261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-awhile-i-pour-my-deepest.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-7828893177294355286</id><published>2010-02-09T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:05:01.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want to read minds.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XiFn5wUfaik&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XiFn5wUfaik&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the lyrics.&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/35792069-7828893177294355286?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7828893177294355286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=7828893177294355286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/7828893177294355286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/7828893177294355286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/read-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-7000815121034819757</id><published>2010-02-08T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:55:45.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That one sentence'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;my boyfriend didn't realise he said something sweet on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile, i'm going to cry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-7000815121034819757?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7000815121034819757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=7000815121034819757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/7000815121034819757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/7000815121034819757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-boyfriend-didnt-realise-he-said.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-639951638929446332</id><published>2010-02-07T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:21:01.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undisclosed identity.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought my bestfriend would do so much better in searching for a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I was wrong, he made a terrible decision.&lt;br /&gt;His girlfriend looks like a bapok, straight up!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;That made my day seriously I swear.&lt;br /&gt;When bestfriend says shes not pretty he really mean it ey.&lt;br /&gt;Good gracious that was funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, *wipe tears* too funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I kinda miss you bestfriend.&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/35792069-639951638929446332?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/639951638929446332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=639951638929446332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/639951638929446332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/639951638929446332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-thought-my-bestfriend-would-do-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8112337175502199482</id><published>2010-02-07T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:52:58.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If that heart stops beating.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Granny, please get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear listening to you groaning in pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-8112337175502199482?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8112337175502199482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8112337175502199482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8112337175502199482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8112337175502199482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/granny-please-get-well-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8674943633320573180</id><published>2010-02-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:47:38.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sugar dreams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view at kent ridge look out point is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy cool nights, bright lights, clear sky at a top of a hill.&lt;br /&gt;With good company =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good way to end a stressing day after printing&lt;br /&gt;my first batch of projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-8674943633320573180?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8674943633320573180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8674943633320573180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8674943633320573180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8674943633320573180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/view-at-kent-ridge-look-out-point-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1610914966063541143</id><published>2010-02-03T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:05:46.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go siung ho'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. 6 of korean floorball player was the cherry on top of my day.&lt;br /&gt;Worth the long journey =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: congrats to singapore. you people make it look easy.&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/35792069-1610914966063541143?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1610914966063541143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=1610914966063541143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1610914966063541143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1610914966063541143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/no.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8136140259888554220</id><published>2010-02-01T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:54:01.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You live life for 20 years already.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I was an emotional wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish a HAPPY HARI TUE to Nurhida Ashur.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2ZeEqwe7DI/AAAAAAAAD0g/P8awtglp1jY/s1600-h/Photo+686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2ZeEqwe7DI/AAAAAAAAD0g/P8awtglp1jY/s400/Photo+686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433133434759212082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 20!&lt;br /&gt;She's old!&lt;br /&gt;and she's fat =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'day, and I'm off to school.&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/35792069-8136140259888554220?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8136140259888554220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8136140259888554220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8136140259888554220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/8136140259888554220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday-i-was-emotional-wrecked.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2ZeEqwe7DI/AAAAAAAAD0g/P8awtglp1jY/s72-c/Photo+686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-7183497818983600872</id><published>2010-01-31T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:55:14.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slowly giving up.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's give a fcuk care attitude from now on, and see whether you can put up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: Do you enjoy seeing me hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-7183497818983600872?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7183497818983600872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=7183497818983600872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/7183497818983600872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/7183497818983600872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-give-fcuk-care-attitude-from-now.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1937377125743109844</id><published>2010-01-29T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:35:52.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huge bitch fit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mistakes are ok, just don't make a fcuking habit out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: You're so close to make a full ass out of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-1937377125743109844?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1937377125743109844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=1937377125743109844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1937377125743109844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/1937377125743109844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/2010/01/mistakes-are-ok-just-dont-make-fcuking.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'redbuccihood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18253656260731149531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-1144162717527590480</id><published>2010-01-27T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:32:27.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Way to go.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After spending my time in school,&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to do my work,&lt;br /&gt;despite having hurf, irfan, hida, feeks and alia as distraction,&lt;br /&gt;I manage to do some research and finish up a few of my designing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got to spend my time with this bunch of annoyance&lt;br /&gt;at macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2BcKzPBLaI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/Couw6DcVPfg/s1600-h/Photo+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2BcKzPBLaI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/Couw6DcVPfg/s400/Photo+293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431442491230465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2BcKoaMheI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/8kkyi_-W1VU/s1600-h/Photo+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2BcKoaMheI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/8kkyi_-W1VU/s400/Photo+300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431442488324556258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2BcKMvVA2I/AAAAAAAAD0I/5le5el7JY5U/s1600-h/Photo+310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S2BcKMvVA2I/AAAAAAAAD0I/5le5el7JY5U/s400/Photo+310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431442480897000290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to finish up my brand manual.&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/35792069-1144162717527590480?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1144162717527590480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35792069.post-8068381177430255240</id><published>2010-01-26T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:59:33.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Been awhile since I meet them.&lt;br /&gt;Although, fahmy, hurf and pen can be ultra lame at times,&lt;br /&gt;glad they make me happy after a long restless day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S18QRLN6H7I/AAAAAAAADz4/6r8FqFRuKk0/s1600-h/DSCF0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S18QRLN6H7I/AAAAAAAADz4/6r8FqFRuKk0/s400/DSCF0971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431077562887053234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muke annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S18N0fERguI/AAAAAAAADzw/NLgih3soOPI/s1600-h/DSCF0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S18N0fERguI/AAAAAAAADzw/NLgih3soOPI/s400/DSCF0983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431074870975890146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJPOzOPJSOg/S18Nz0fyuYI/AAAAAAAADzo/YS0cmdRF1hY/s1600-h/DSCF0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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type='html'>My very last floorball game for TP was a hell of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;Though it was very emotional and I puke all what I drank and eaten,&lt;br /&gt;it was absolute fun.&lt;br /&gt;I manage to score a goal after oh so fcuking long.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, referee say it was not counted.&lt;br /&gt;But let by gones be by gones.&lt;br /&gt;One phase of my life have just ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s; nisa don't cry okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-8673171990588676729?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8673171990588676729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=8673171990588676729' title='0 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type='html'>Tomorrow is going to be an emotional day.&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Going to prepare meself a tissue box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed, kinda dizzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35792069-4079294093227775079?l=sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetbitterwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4079294093227775079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35792069&amp;postID=4079294093227775079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4079294093227775079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35792069/posts/default/4079294093227775079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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