<?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-94873257032111662</id><updated>2012-01-31T03:05:17.437+08:00</updated><category term='TECHNOLOGY'/><category term='Nightmares'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='English'/><category term='Being Sick'/><category term='ads'/><category term='r'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='Self-Motivation'/><category term='Wahjong'/><category term='queen bitch'/><category term='TRAVELS'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='Certain Illness'/><category term='Certain Death'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Body Art'/><category term='Piercing'/><category term='Online Mahjong'/><category term='Night Life'/><category term='News'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Ramblings of another nincompoop.</title><subtitle type='html'>Continued ramblings from an interrupted blogging nincompoop.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>600</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-9198028703719273626</id><published>2012-01-31T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T03:05:17.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having bad acid reflux right now. Can't sleep with all that acid fighting to get out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day with love after settling work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my phone is finally full of music I actually like, (all thanks to D's extensive music library) and not music ripped off an ex's music library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love talking to him. We had dinner at 112 Katong's Sushi Tei and I over ordered. The waitress was nice enough to tell me that I had ordered enough to feed 4 person and I reduced the order by half, I think. Lol.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But we still couldn't finish the food because it was simply too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D allows me to order whatever I want and it has worked so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I was too hungry. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a stroll along East Coast after our super filling dinner, and talked a lot. I haven't had such good conversations in a long time. And it's all good because we can't get enough of each other and we communicate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was super happy today cuz I got to fuss over him and made him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shave his mustache. &lt;br /&gt;2. Use the facial foam I got him. I was very upset when he lied to me that he had used it when he hadn't. I mean, I know has not finished his old facial foam but there is no need to lie to me about it! If he can lie to me over a tube of facial foam, I don't see why he won't lie to me over bigger things! Like cheating behind my back etc! I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Squeeze pimples out of his nose! It's hugely satisfying when I see all that crappy toothpaste pus ooze out of his nose! ( I think I maybe perverse in this manner! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Made him buy anti dandruff shampoo and wash his hair properly! Clean head! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'll make him go for his facial and then the following week, his dental appointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness! I love fussing over him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-9198028703719273626?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/9198028703719273626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=9198028703719273626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9198028703719273626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9198028703719273626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/having-bad-acid-reflux-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6847064292306338625</id><published>2012-01-29T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:19:47.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid drunk.</title><content type='html'>I haven't a clue what happened last night after visiting ET's place. ( HIS YAM PASTE WAS AWESOME! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to piece the night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, some fucking Merc driver clipped my baby's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat on buggies to Villa 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank shitloads the moment we got into the villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Azri broke a basin. I KO-Ed Ivan with a shot of Absinthe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl and Ivan played the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang and jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pushed into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam with JX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shuffled with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told I jumped on D in full view of everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the fuck I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug from him so badly now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real orgy with loads of food and alcohol would have been more appropriate, judging by the way I partied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this conservative party, I'm better off drowning myself in the pool.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OLOJr6xFV1M/TyS6TKdhMII/AAAAAAAAAsY/F0ZVlFNgyxo/s640/blogger-image--1470020440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OLOJr6xFV1M/TyS6TKdhMII/AAAAAAAAAsY/F0ZVlFNgyxo/s640/blogger-image--1470020440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y1rWRLrDjAM/TyS6URfOoKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/AjusXdRr6m0/s640/blogger-image-1954920665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y1rWRLrDjAM/TyS6URfOoKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/AjusXdRr6m0/s640/blogger-image-1954920665.jpg" /&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/94873257032111662-6847064292306338625?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/6847064292306338625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6847064292306338625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6847064292306338625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6847064292306338625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/stupid-drunk.html' title='Stupid drunk.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OLOJr6xFV1M/TyS6TKdhMII/AAAAAAAAAsY/F0ZVlFNgyxo/s72-c/blogger-image--1470020440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4631495556248948372</id><published>2012-01-24T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:38:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's asleep, and I'm eating my Hangover for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel bad if I were to spam his Whatsapp with my messages. So I'll blog instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his own time he will read my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him a lot. More than I could say everyday and every night, every waking moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so very much. More than Dash Berlin, more than clubbing, more than alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so dashing last night. I couldn't stop staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think our love is meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoChivasMartell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cU0BTh13Z0w/Tx4ZkFuX06I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fS2TNMOWCWY/s640/blogger-image-40283912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cU0BTh13Z0w/Tx4ZkFuX06I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fS2TNMOWCWY/s640/blogger-image-40283912.jpg" /&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/94873257032111662-4631495556248948372?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4631495556248948372/comments/default' title='Post 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url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cU0BTh13Z0w/Tx4ZkFuX06I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fS2TNMOWCWY/s72-c/blogger-image-40283912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6276894568367392043</id><published>2012-01-24T04:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T04:51:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I had your kid, I'd fucking keep it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe I'm drunk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forced me to abort it or Start treating me differently because you resent the birth of the baby, then you were never worth rage effort anyway. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-6276894568367392043?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4333305286707547694</id><published>2012-01-21T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T08:30:33.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played and left a good man.&lt;br /&gt;I went with the playmate and got played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a long break, and now I'm with another played man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does two played person together cancel out the past hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will the played man play me and leave me hurt again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I shouldn't be having such thoughts on a bloody Saturday morning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Blame it on my hormones.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-583381414298669956</id><published>2012-01-21T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:35:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I left my wallet in Daryl's car and woke up this morning with worried messages from him. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to beg Tally to lend me $10 to travel for the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for root canal alone at NDC and had them bill me first with payments later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through the entire procedure without anesthesia for 2 hours. Only slight discomfort was felt. The dentist thought I was a SIA stewardess with my SQ nails! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sensitivity only struck at night. (Which is why I'm blogging!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight after the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masked my face and promptly fell asleep. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with mask on face and a bunch of missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Love at the car park to get my wallet and we went to the park for a stroll. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when he squeezes time out for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 8pm and baked Brownies with Hershey's and Bailey's Irish Cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he likes Fruity Light Flavoured cakes but I had no fruits at home and Fruit Tart would take up an entire day to bake from scratch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my nails after baking and washing up, crystallizing it with my AB swarovskis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish he would never leave me or stop loving me, because his absence is my greatest fear.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-H1Q97OfUW_M/Txml1681WCI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Z5LjYowNq0Q/s640/blogger-image--560964200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-H1Q97OfUW_M/Txml1681WCI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Z5LjYowNq0Q/s640/blogger-image--560964200.jpg" /&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/94873257032111662-583381414298669956?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/583381414298669956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=583381414298669956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/583381414298669956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/583381414298669956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-left-my-wallet-in-daryls-car-and-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-H1Q97OfUW_M/Txml1681WCI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Z5LjYowNq0Q/s72-c/blogger-image--560964200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1059933662117329874</id><published>2012-01-21T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:00:47.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day he'll get tired of me and it will all fade away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Negativity gets to me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1059933662117329874?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1059933662117329874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1059933662117329874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1059933662117329874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1059933662117329874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day-hell-get-tired-of-me-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7360791589254997191</id><published>2012-01-20T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:54:37.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You never fail to reassure, you never fail to support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring out that silly side of me that was hidden so well over the years, I forgot its existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprise us around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you have that effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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He got hotter, I got fatter. We still click very well, and meals with him is never boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I was able to convince The Tormentors to let me study in Australia, our lives would have been different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad I'm with Daryl now. He's such an intellectual. And I love him so much! My palms sweat just thinking about him. &gt;.&lt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought him a facial session at Beyond Beauty and some pre ordered pineapple tarts to take home today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got a little pissed off when he didn't help me sort out the tarts knowing that I would take the wrong ones by mistake when I'm bedazzled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, WQ brought me to Sake Inn after lunch and I bought a bottle of Sake with Gold Flakes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so pretty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to buy CNY clothes but I'd already spent my entire budget on lunch, sake, facial, and tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had no time to shop around Chinatown for my new Cheong Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So FML, I'm not buying any new clothes this CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a higher paying job. This job is barely paying my bills and feeding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sucked my savings dry and I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next job that is offered, I will take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly frustrated. Especially with high monthly bills and heftier medical bills that I have to cough up money from God knows where to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only money could just drop from the bloody sky and pay all my fucking bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just kill me. At least I won't die in debt cuz my insurance payout would clear it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is now cheap. Please take it and end my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-100784918553009298?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/100784918553009298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=100784918553009298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/100784918553009298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/100784918553009298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/met-up-with-wq-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3185158616718022457</id><published>2012-01-18T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:16:24.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He sat with me in class today. I could barely stop myself from grinning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he would want me to sit away from him, but I was really elated when we could sit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really needed a drink to think during Robert's class but I know D won't be happy if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought mineral water instead. But fuck, I was so stressed out my neck started to ache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I do have a slight alcohol dependency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Low tempted me with clubbing at St James to celebrate David Wong's birthday. But the insecurity that would run through his mind isn't worth it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hormones are acting up for sure. aching tits and cheese and chocolate cravings screams period ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the lack of alcohol in my system. Feels weird to be without alcohol for days at a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it stupid if I try to make myself not swoon whenever I see him? Though deep down I'm absolutely crazy over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughs. Maybe it is the Honeymoon period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn, I don't want it to stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3185158616718022457?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3185158616718022457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3185158616718022457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3185158616718022457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3185158616718022457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-sat-with-me-in-class-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7389403636206680092</id><published>2012-01-16T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:43:10.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love staring at you while you drive, because it's the only time when I can unabashedly stare at you without feeling shy or insecure or stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was feeling fucking insecure around you just now after dinner. I get jealous and I might not be perfect but I can't accept criticism. I know I'm&lt;br /&gt;Out of Spec, but repeated reminders  get me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate me in a funk, but that is what gets me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not perfect either, but I love you all the same. I guess you love me the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. *emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the hormones talking again. My face has been suffering from outbreaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm fat and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders are stiff as hell. I need my massage but I haven't the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is this weekend but it does not even feel Chinese New Yearish to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that Grandpa is dead. And my family hates me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay low, job unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公公，我很想你。 如果你还在就好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7389403636206680092?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7389403636206680092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7389403636206680092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7389403636206680092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7389403636206680092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-staring-at-you-while-you-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1100642158522849132</id><published>2012-01-15T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:36:25.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a dumb blonde.</title><content type='html'>I love nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like, so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they can do Math like real quick. And say really deep stuff like, really deep stuff that is really intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even know what is inside my Vitamin Water! Like, I thought Vitamin was only a really cute name to call a drink. But they said its Supposed to have vitamins inside. But actually it is full of empty calories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, #mindblown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they know? Isn't that stuff like, top secret? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love watching Anime Cartoons. It's like normal cartoon like SpongBob but with cuter and prettier girls inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I could totally dress like them. I would look so hot. Mini skirts and midriff baring shirt. So, freaking hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just realized it looks like my cheer leading uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But much hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (BLONDE THOUGHTS ARE BORING.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1100642158522849132?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1100642158522849132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1100642158522849132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1100642158522849132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1100642158522849132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/diary-of-dumb-blonde.html' title='Diary of a dumb blonde.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4028856844243568529</id><published>2012-01-15T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:19:13.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please quit smoking soon. The cigarette smoke is killing my complexion and agitating my sinus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-4028856844243568529?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4028856844243568529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4028856844243568529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4028856844243568529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4028856844243568529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/please-quit-smoking-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1038302482058156596</id><published>2012-01-13T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:10:09.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Look Back - She &amp; Him LYRICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/leKYhRhqVjA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1038302482058156596?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1038302482058156596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1038302482058156596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1038302482058156596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1038302482058156596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-look-back-she-him-lyrics.html' title='Don&apos;t Look Back - She &amp; Him LYRICS'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/leKYhRhqVjA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4155368416373847830</id><published>2012-01-13T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:59:14.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>His serenades melts my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see him so worn out and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From work, from the strong emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the financial constraints we all face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I figure he'll recover from it. It's still early days of this new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough or not, life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope after all our struggles we'll make it through together, stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy. But it's not impossible either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the courage to make a break through in this career. I'm thrown into the abyss and I need some guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be my guide.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tCBx4a_XU3U/Tw-B3yU6aFI/AAAAAAAAArs/WpRMhzQMa1o/s640/blogger-image-973114500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tCBx4a_XU3U/Tw-B3yU6aFI/AAAAAAAAArs/WpRMhzQMa1o/s640/blogger-image-973114500.jpg" /&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/94873257032111662-4155368416373847830?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4155368416373847830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4155368416373847830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4155368416373847830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4155368416373847830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/his-serenades-melts-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tCBx4a_XU3U/Tw-B3yU6aFI/AAAAAAAAArs/WpRMhzQMa1o/s72-c/blogger-image-973114500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4131200709196959742</id><published>2012-01-11T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:51:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our telepathy is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment with you is a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessings from my friends and their calm acceptance cannot be any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you drinking with me, even though you couldn't drink much was really touching. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Saturday, to spend sometime alone with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands fit so perfectly in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, THANK YOU for answering my prayers so promptly. Amen!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Xv428FV0HYo/Tw2up9uP0kI/AAAAAAAAArk/tQiZihltdco/s640/blogger-image-1664490476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Xv428FV0HYo/Tw2up9uP0kI/AAAAAAAAArk/tQiZihltdco/s640/blogger-image-1664490476.jpg" /&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/94873257032111662-4131200709196959742?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4131200709196959742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4131200709196959742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4131200709196959742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4131200709196959742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-telepathy-is-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Xv428FV0HYo/Tw2up9uP0kI/AAAAAAAAArk/tQiZihltdco/s72-c/blogger-image-1664490476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6190930288120973442</id><published>2012-01-10T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T01:29:16.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You didn't have to write it down, to tell me how you feel. Because all along, I've already known that these feelings were real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you everyday is the most natural thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, your songs &amp; serenades brings a smile to my face. The sweetest feeling I could ever have, without doubt nor reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you, I have no fear. Through thick and thin, poverty and health, I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we made it through our heartbreaks, I'm glad we supported each other through it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you, each and everyday. Because without his grace, it wouldn't have happened so naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't have to hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love happens naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that you are the Eldest in the family; gone through the pains I've been through as an Elder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're caring and kind. You're very nice. Though you love mindless gossip, you provide me entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on the same frequency, and many times we need no word to know what each other thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry and vibe is so right. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a future together with you, and with God's grace, I know it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Q.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-6190930288120973442?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/6190930288120973442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6190930288120973442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6190930288120973442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6190930288120973442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-didnt-have-to-write-it-down-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-220048441068944245</id><published>2012-01-08T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:36:23.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for saving me. For not giving up hope on me. For your unending love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-220048441068944245?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/220048441068944245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=220048441068944245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/220048441068944245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/220048441068944245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-for-saving-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5256736819457111025</id><published>2012-01-08T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:28:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My prayers has been answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5256736819457111025?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/5256736819457111025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5256736819457111025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5256736819457111025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5256736819457111025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-prayers-has-been-answered.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5696706085343147897</id><published>2011-12-14T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:59:18.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAVELS'/><title type='text'>Bangkok scuffle.</title><content type='html'>On impulse, I booked the earliest flight I could get to Bangkok after a hard week. He met me at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;His hotel room was in a mess. It was obvious he was pretty fucked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days, I kept him&lt;br /&gt;Company while he mulled over the break up. He finally cracked after a trip&lt;br /&gt;to Funky Villa. He smashed his cheating ex's room and got into&lt;br /&gt;a huge fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He beat the fuck out of that cheating fucker's boyfriend who chose to interfere. I'm glad I saved his ass. I don't want to see a talent go to waste. And that cheater is just not worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 men couldn't stop him. But I managed to drag his ass out and we escaped in a cab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt my manicure but saved his ass from possible jail time. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me new manicure the day after. 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Had no idea how to get there, and so took a cab! That place is full of cute as hell NSmen. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist staring at all of them in their black rimmed glasses and yummy skin tone! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went well, and I'll just have to wait and see if I am what they are looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, half way through, Uncle Nelson called to ask where I was as he was about to rush off for his flight to China and he had some lose ends that he needed me to help him with. So I cabbed down to Old Airport, and got some cheques and letters that he needed me to pass on, and had some lunch at Grand's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jolene was there too, to fetch Grand to her place while the house is empty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the YAY-est thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Nelson allowed me to drive his car to fetch them to the Airport and also allowed me to drive his car while he is away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove them to the airport, then from airport to home, to put the HUGE pot of porridge Grandma had cooked for the two lazy sisters to eat, before driving to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE NO BIG PROBLEM PARKING THE CAR! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was boring as hell. And the lecturer wasted the entire lecture figuring out how to answer the coursework's question that we wonder if he even know what he has been teaching. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped JX off and then made a detour to refuel the car before sending Eugene Low to St. James. (Bloody full tank cost me $70!) I was supposed to join Eugene, but I was driving, and had to politely reject the invitation. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I missed the exit to Pasir Ris Town TWICE because the bloody trees blocked the damn sign and I drove all the way to Changi instead. UGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly tore 8 coupons for overnight parking instead of buying an overnight ticket because I didn't know that such coupon existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly though, when I told the Tormentors about my driving adventures today, they did not comment negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said NOTHING! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I almost got into multiple accidents today, with my reckless driving. But I thank GOD I'm alive! I was so scared of driving alone, but when I was left to my own devices after Uncle left me alone at the airport, I managed to drive independently with no problems at all! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I muttered a prayer everytime before I started driving, because I'm darn afraid of accidents.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSAA6DoAo-4/Tt-ek36QtJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/OHWjaHkQDEU/s1600/IMG_2299%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSAA6DoAo-4/Tt-ek36QtJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/OHWjaHkQDEU/s320/IMG_2299%255B1%255D" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7195953022059323073?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7195953022059323073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7195953022059323073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7195953022059323073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7195953022059323073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/12/driving-is-cheaper-than-cabbing.html' title='Driving is cheaper than cabbing, provided the car is free and requires no maintenance.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSAA6DoAo-4/Tt-ek36QtJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/OHWjaHkQDEU/s72-c/IMG_2299%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4735721811833239428</id><published>2011-12-04T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T01:11:25.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in the rain, eating duck pizza.</title><content type='html'>Attended Stewart's mini jam concert at Chapter 6 on Friday with Lucille after going to ENT Clinic at SGH and a facial appointment at Tiong Bahru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautti Slim is a totally scam. Lol. But I scammed them back and pretended to be a bratty student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to act the part when there are friends to imitate. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the concert we headed down to Timbre@Substation and as usual, it was totally crowded. So we ordered Duck Pizza to take away and ate them at SMU while waiting for the sudden downpour to stop. 😊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Benjamin called and told us that he was already at Raffles City waiting for us. 😝 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no choice but to brave the rain! We got lost finding the route to Raffles City from SMU and in the end we had to ask a German exchange student for directions!! He was so nice to lend us the umbrella but I was too grumpy walking under the rain while nomming my duck pizza that I didn't bother to entertain him like Lucille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know Ten, Benjamin's army buddy, when we finally got to Raffles City and we decided to head down to City Space at Swisshotel, only to realise that the entrance and walkway to it was closed at 11pm and unless we wanted to brave the rain, we won't be able to get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed Venue and decided to karaoke at Kbox instead! Sang till 4am and went to Ben's to crash before cabbing home with Ten since Lucille was dead asleep in Ben's bed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered a bottle of Teacher's VSOP and opened a mega room where I danced and sang! I'm such an entertainer. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-4735721811833239428?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4735721811833239428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4735721811833239428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4735721811833239428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4735721811833239428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking-in-rain-eating-duck-pizza.html' title='Walking in the rain, eating duck pizza.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1904515457640400498</id><published>2011-11-27T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:43:33.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not as emotionally unstable or upset as you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm almost always stressed, but I'm not that upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need more moolah, and /or good guy to marry me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I quit clubbing, Daryl has to quit smoking! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1904515457640400498?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1904515457640400498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1904515457640400498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1904515457640400498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1904515457640400498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-not-as-emotionally-unstable-or-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-269909879160631496</id><published>2011-11-27T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:27:33.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream. I dreamt that I wanted to get married and had even arranged everything necessary for it when on the actual day no one bothered to turn up and I was left at the altar with no guests and no groom. Weird feeling. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a dream that doesn't even make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm awake and feeling totally upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, weird nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-269909879160631496?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/269909879160631496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=269909879160631496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/269909879160631496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to come from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had many pasts, but I've overcome them with &amp;nbsp;God's Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to help and advice, but as much as I try, if she does not want to help herself, I'm limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for trying to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hidden intentions, she craves the attention.&lt;br /&gt;It fascinates her, it makes her feel good.&lt;br /&gt;She wants someone to understand her,&lt;br /&gt;yet not from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man she wants no longer want her.&lt;br /&gt;Stranded, she struggles to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to seem strong, she obviously isn't.&lt;br /&gt;The advice given, not taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will only lead to her self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7753220011782300247</id><published>2011-11-24T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T03:14:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我只要一个爱我的人。。。很难吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7753220011782300247?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7753220011782300247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-514249071425380427</id><published>2011-11-22T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:08:46.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;What's love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/tbil2S"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-514249071425380427?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/514249071425380427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=514249071425380427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/514249071425380427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/514249071425380427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-love-answer-here.html' title='What&amp;#39;s love?'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6742315893935456635</id><published>2011-11-20T04:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T04:51:50.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-11-2011</title><content type='html'>I'm getting old. I can no longer dance as intensely as before, till the club lights turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off baking at home. It's much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Timbre for Duck Pizza, Whiskey and Wine, before walking down to Butter Factory with Cherlyn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got chatted up by a bunch of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flies, Cockroaches and Lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know a teacher by day, Make up Artist by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter Factory's filled with midgets today. And some hot nerdy guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad. They're in a club. Non husband material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$23 + $2 + $30 + $44 = $99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent $100 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the average night for a girl in love with the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-6742315893935456635?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/6742315893935456635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6742315893935456635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6742315893935456635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6742315893935456635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/11/20-11-2011.html' title='20-11-2011'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7156957228669025050</id><published>2011-11-15T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:39:04.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only Tuesday. With just cable TV and me. Life without the Tormentors in town is great. I have no need to get out and stay out of the house for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to my homey self with self cooked dinner, beer and tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked the trip to Genting with Lucille, and my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An all girl's trip. It's excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time out from men. And it has been good so far without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a few dates, with an average of one date a week, but no sparks flew and I took no effort to push things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking it slow is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple satisfaction.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7156957228669025050?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7156957228669025050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7156957228669025050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7156957228669025050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7156957228669025050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-only-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5946943847362178296</id><published>2011-11-09T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T00:46:07.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the entire day, from 10am to 5pm in the poly clinic waiting for the doctor and getting vaccinated. Finally took my jab for Cevarix. I hope that will keep me safe from HPV and more cervix cancer cells from developing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developed Chronic Sinusitis during the stressful exam period. Required CT scan. My X ray showed signs of abnormalities. :(&lt;br /&gt;Referred to ENT at SGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old knee injury came back. Got referred to the Orthopedic Specialist Clinic also at SGH. I might require knee surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I bought all insurance. LOL. I'm not about to pay through my nose for it. Haven't the money either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arms aching so badly...&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/94873257032111662-5946943847362178296?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/5946943847362178296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5946943847362178296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5946943847362178296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5946943847362178296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/11/spent-entire-day-from-10am-to-5pm-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-205844557373730452</id><published>2011-11-08T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:50:44.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Song Ern today. He had roaming eyes. A sign of disinterest. He made wrong conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he treated me to movie and dinner, and was somewhat gentlemanly in that sense. Other than that, ughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-205844557373730452?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/205844557373730452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=205844557373730452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/205844557373730452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/205844557373730452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/11/met-song-ern-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7226523814848752768</id><published>2011-11-06T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:23:50.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you even understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knee dislocated. Popped it back in. Hurt for a couple days. Now it feels manageable again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair falling off at an alarming rate. I'm going bald soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinus got Chronic. It's so infected I need a Specialist ASAP. The nasal sprays don't work anymore. Neither do pills and it's combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is always not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my education. But no one gets it. It just happens that I study smart. And I don't pretend to mug at home all day while refusing to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7226523814848752768?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7226523814848752768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7226523814848752768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7226523814848752768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7226523814848752768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/11/would-you-even-understand-knee.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7792946028570998330</id><published>2011-10-29T04:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T04:04:05.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screaming in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of losing control, of losing my foot hold.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to let go, and stop putting myself in such unnecessary situations. &lt;br /&gt;As with all adventures, there is a price, a risk to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7792946028570998330?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7792946028570998330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7792946028570998330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7792946028570998330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7792946028570998330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/10/screaming-in-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-9223066208536211333</id><published>2011-10-29T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T03:42:51.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Night out without alcohol with HQ. We went to Escape theme park for its Halloween event, and went through 2 haunted mazes where I scared myself silly, and got on a Viking Ride where I screamed my hearts out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had such a good scream in ages, and it felt good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a bunch of Ah Bengs tried to cut in front of the line after sneaking into the ride. I was so pissed, I told them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to talk big and threaten me with their "gangster backgrounds" and it ticked me off even more. So I told them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cowered and shut the fuck up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally spammed the inbox of my follower's Formspring cuz I was too bored one night and began asking shitloads of questions. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Bloody Lizard struck. He responded to one of many questions and we crossed swords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read his response. So. Fucking. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I think I win again) ;)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rGiN5bbDc7c/TqsFmclxxkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/AvFZoi512ug/s640/blogger-image--2068272602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rGiN5bbDc7c/TqsFmclxxkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/AvFZoi512ug/s640/blogger-image--2068272602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iMcYa1-jdgY/TqsE1VbdvgI/AAAAAAAAAow/a8L7QVRtBNw/s640/blogger-image--1916990855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iMcYa1-jdgY/TqsE1VbdvgI/AAAAAAAAAow/a8L7QVRtBNw/s640/blogger-image--1916990855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HPDzH-5mwZI/TqsFmzFBdKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/f2gCK8aIExA/s640/blogger-image--783912581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HPDzH-5mwZI/TqsFmzFBdKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/f2gCK8aIExA/s640/blogger-image--783912581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gwFgljKnb-M/TqsFnYYfkNI/AAAAAAAAApI/cNepApClYGg/s640/blogger-image-74688419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gwFgljKnb-M/TqsFnYYfkNI/AAAAAAAAApI/cNepApClYGg/s640/blogger-image-74688419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hdpWKk0JIvM/TqsFokpSyWI/AAAAAAAAApM/DuqGW4x5Ek0/s640/blogger-image-342994453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hdpWKk0JIvM/TqsFokpSyWI/AAAAAAAAApM/DuqGW4x5Ek0/s640/blogger-image-342994453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KFEa4reheAk/TqsFpGg9YFI/AAAAAAAAApU/1v6s_6YykVg/s640/blogger-image--1477530072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KFEa4reheAk/TqsFpGg9YFI/AAAAAAAAApU/1v6s_6YykVg/s640/blogger-image--1477530072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-x4iieUUjwf0/TqsFpzYA_mI/AAAAAAAAApc/GH-TTl6mwIE/s640/blogger-image--402374682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-x4iieUUjwf0/TqsFpzYA_mI/AAAAAAAAApc/GH-TTl6mwIE/s640/blogger-image--402374682.jpg" /&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/94873257032111662-9223066208536211333?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/9223066208536211333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=9223066208536211333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9223066208536211333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9223066208536211333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rGiN5bbDc7c/TqsFmclxxkI/AAAAAAAAAo4/AvFZoi512ug/s72-c/blogger-image--2068272602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pasir Ris Pasir Ris</georss:featurename><georss:point>1.368116 103.954971</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5861654598055814644</id><published>2011-10-09T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:57:38.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God. I can't feel my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym at Ivan's place yesterday and cycled for 45 minutes on the cycling machine and did some resistance training on the weight lifting machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't tire me out much, but it made me super sleepy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan worked out on the machine and grunted so much, it was disgusting. And I think he was doing it all wrong, bench pressing 80KG in short spurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we showered, changed, watched some TV on TLC before going to Town to meet our own friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Lucille for dinner, and was supposed to catch What's Your Number! We got great seats and was sitting outside the cinema when Wendy called!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE GOT FREE ENTRY INTO AVALON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PANGEAE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND KU DE TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And within half an hour, we rushed to buy a new pair of shoes and a top to get into the club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened a bottle, and partied in style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan wanted to tag along, and it kinda dampened my mood, knowing that he was going to do his weird dance. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all cool when Lucille wanted to go home and I made him send her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced with 2 French dudes and exchanged numbers. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotmakeoutwithangmohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a guy's friend to Chauffeur and send us home too! Reminded me of Lyndon's Chauffeur services!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5861654598055814644?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/5861654598055814644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5861654598055814644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5861654598055814644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5861654598055814644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-137581063517767448</id><published>2011-10-08T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:26:45.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty minds trip themselves over.</title><content type='html'>The Queen Bitch, in her own vengeful pursuit, decided to take down all my wet laundry and dump them on my bed on night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonplussed, I dried them up without her knowledge while she was out at work and kept them away. No words said, nothing mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a week ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to do my laundry, and wash some bedsheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her laundry was hung up, and when I touched them, they were totally dry. The hot weather did a good job. So I took them down and set them aside for ironing, before hanging my wet laundry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her guilty mid fucked her over and she got extremely agitated and started screaming and shouting while hurling accusation at me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got others to touch the laundry and all agreed that the laundry was dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a fool if herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-137581063517767448?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/137581063517767448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=137581063517767448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/137581063517767448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/137581063517767448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/10/guilty-minds-trip-themselves-over.html' title='Guilty minds trip themselves over.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-927784872181805895</id><published>2011-09-25T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:03:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went drinking last night at Holiday Inn after going to Ivan friend's 21st Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was called a Cougar. But I wasn't the one hunting for young meat, neither have I any interest in immature lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the business and details done up and I'm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-927784872181805895?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/927784872181805895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=927784872181805895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/927784872181805895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/927784872181805895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/09/went-drinking-last-night-at-holiday-inn.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3792983687559636108</id><published>2011-09-24T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T04:30:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got asked by Uncle Nelson when my turn would come to get married. As if he doesn't know how my parents are like.&lt;br /&gt;And the lack of suitable guys in the market now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm on track to owning my own business now. Fulfilling my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The business is getting more new projects, and it's all in the pipeline. Juggling work, school and now our own &amp;nbsp;business is hard, but I believe I can do it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aT_PmVI_e8/TnzrFf2XT0I/AAAAAAAAAng/e2lTCJOM3wo/s1600/IMG_1285%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aT_PmVI_e8/TnzrFf2XT0I/AAAAAAAAAng/e2lTCJOM3wo/s320/IMG_1285%255B1%255D" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbbqdl1kKi8/TnzrPSRDo7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/zJyrCGIn6GY/s1600/IMG_1284%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbbqdl1kKi8/TnzrPSRDo7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/zJyrCGIn6GY/s320/IMG_1284%255B1%255D" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Been going for many late night meetings to get our business plan straightened out and implemented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to start operations once we secure our partners and other investors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3792983687559636108?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3792983687559636108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3792983687559636108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3792983687559636108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3792983687559636108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-got-asked-by-uncle-nelson-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aT_PmVI_e8/TnzrFf2XT0I/AAAAAAAAAng/e2lTCJOM3wo/s72-c/IMG_1285%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5014708838325490126</id><published>2011-09-21T04:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T04:33:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's crazy over me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8cL5jSh7_xc/Tnj8qM_aBKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rdKHc8abiI8/s640/blogger-image--1038299294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8cL5jSh7_xc/Tnj8qM_aBKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rdKHc8abiI8/s640/blogger-image--1038299294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Despite me making him Cry during our trip in Bintan, at Bintan Lagoon Resort, and he is still chasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rejected him a total of 5 times already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time a younger guy is so crazy over me. I can't accept him. He's still younger than me. Can't get over that mental barrier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just another good friend to me! Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over beer after school at Changi Village's Tequila Blue, I made him cry again. But he isn't giving up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. The next thing I know, he's gonna give me diamonds and baubles after the past Bintan trip and all that wine and dine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The food I love he does not like. He's only as tall as I am, but I love my heels to death! He is more mature than most 21 year olds but not as mature as the older men I've gone out with. His family is well to do and he is good with money, but his mother, I foresee, will dislike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't possibly forget the girl who walked around her son's 21st Birthday Party with a bottle of champagne in hand and tattoo on her back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm tired out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got my nails done today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EJKRkGlvlGQ/Tnj8rl4U9LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/EHtya1T9TtY/s640/blogger-image--1751113410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EJKRkGlvlGQ/Tnj8rl4U9LI/AAAAAAAAAnE/EHtya1T9TtY/s640/blogger-image--1751113410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dHAQMue7C8w/Tnj8s6r5IfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cd6_MWfgJQY/s640/blogger-image-1294217142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Ivan kidnapped me in the car and drove me to his family clinic though, cuz I was really stubborn and had no intention of visiting the doctor at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pristine Medical Clinic's doctor was really nice though, and he gave me a bunch of medication for my Lassi Misadventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IlRCJ9hQTdM/Tm-zYeVGC2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/IcAxVtjGFoA/s1600/IMG_0833%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IlRCJ9hQTdM/Tm-zYeVGC2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/IcAxVtjGFoA/s320/IMG_0833%255B1%255D" width="239" /&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/94873257032111662-1985998192069739183?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1985998192069739183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1985998192069739183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1985998192069739183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1985998192069739183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/09/food-poisoning.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IlRCJ9hQTdM/Tm-zYeVGC2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/IcAxVtjGFoA/s72-c/IMG_0833%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5708349766837204759</id><published>2011-09-08T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T02:05:08.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to Bintan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinea pig settled everything, which means I'm paying for just the $150 massage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun the other night after class. Drove down to Clarke Quay's Chupitos Bar and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar was empty, with just the two of us and the owners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZiwGvfXjbo/Tmek0YclJbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/6_zTGt32IaA/s1600/IMG_0680%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZiwGvfXjbo/Tmek0YclJbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/6_zTGt32IaA/s320/IMG_0680%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*half fucked posts, because I'm distracted already!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for my pictures on Chupitos Bar's facebook page soon! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I had spent most of Tuesday running around half of Singapore, getting Tung Lok Mooncakes at Vivocity for my clients, chasing payments and meeting company vendors who made me physically meet them only to hand me back a stack of paper for REPROCESSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*expletives*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5708349766837204759?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/5708349766837204759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5708349766837204759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5708349766837204759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5708349766837204759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-going-to-bintan-guinea-pig-settled.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZiwGvfXjbo/Tmek0YclJbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/6_zTGt32IaA/s72-c/IMG_0680%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8733895820228431804</id><published>2011-09-03T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T02:57:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble</title><content type='html'>Life, is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm avoiding relationships like the plague now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan asked me to be his girlfriend 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each time I've rejected him. I have my reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas has given up... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Qin has more or less given up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl's better off as my friend. I'm happy as it is between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's better for me to stay away from committing until I'm absolutely sure he is the one. My requirements are high, but I know I'm able to attract a certain caliber. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Gone Fishing=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great time with Han Qin on Thursday after work! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got tickets to Tao Drum, and we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance was dynamic and got the audiences on our feet! We clapped along to the drum beats and een asked for an Encore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxTe9_P3GbI/TmEm_lf7uII/AAAAAAAAAmM/x_U4PFbLnuM/s1600/IMG_0539%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxTe9_P3GbI/TmEm_lf7uII/AAAAAAAAAmM/x_U4PFbLnuM/s320/IMG_0539%255B1%255D" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8733895820228431804?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8733895820228431804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8733895820228431804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8733895820228431804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8733895820228431804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/09/ramble.html' title='Ramble'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxTe9_P3GbI/TmEm_lf7uII/AAAAAAAAAmM/x_U4PFbLnuM/s72-c/IMG_0539%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5550548059894636545</id><published>2011-08-31T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T00:39:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Singapore Flyer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWkqbSNaggQ/Tl0RXnbzDmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/kLuDPP2X0vk/s1600/IMG_0243%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWkqbSNaggQ/Tl0RXnbzDmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/kLuDPP2X0vk/s320/IMG_0243%255B1%255D" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As it unfolds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5550548059894636545?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/5550548059894636545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5550548059894636545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5550548059894636545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5550548059894636545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-singapore-flyer.html' title='On the Singapore Flyer.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWkqbSNaggQ/Tl0RXnbzDmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/kLuDPP2X0vk/s72-c/IMG_0243%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4640868231634661278</id><published>2011-08-29T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:43:34.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAVELS'/><title type='text'>Batam. @Harmoni One.</title><content type='html'>IT wasn't much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy weather, and reduced itenary due to voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28Of3L8OAwM/TlqIoOAxA2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/kzfEbSAy6wc/s1600/IMG_0093%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28Of3L8OAwM/TlqIoOAxA2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/kzfEbSAy6wc/s320/IMG_0093%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pill that killed IT, ruined my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCFkBGmHvks/TlqI6nXzEUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Ng1ixXbYhyc/s1600/IMG_0101%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iCFkBGmHvks/TlqI6nXzEUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Ng1ixXbYhyc/s320/IMG_0101%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydration was Bintan Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hP0GQa44RC8/TlqJB18eqDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cQfO-M3Cs8o/s1600/IMG_0122%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hP0GQa44RC8/TlqJB18eqDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/cQfO-M3Cs8o/s320/IMG_0122%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dehydration caused by extremely salty food. So salty, I could feel my tongue SHRIVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABMZpINbAFo/TlqJL9XKEGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NVBx0Ip6zg0/s1600/IMG_0123%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABMZpINbAFo/TlqJL9XKEGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NVBx0Ip6zg0/s320/IMG_0123%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatience with their lethargic pace of life. An order placed 2 hours before never came. Each dish took more than 10 minutes to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-4640868231634661278?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4640868231634661278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4640868231634661278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4640868231634661278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4640868231634661278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/batam-harmoni-one.html' title='Batam. @Harmoni One.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28Of3L8OAwM/TlqIoOAxA2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/kzfEbSAy6wc/s72-c/IMG_0093%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6066373033062564242</id><published>2011-08-29T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:17:32.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Nights out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When the nights are long and lonesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMm4eFpZkGc/TlqFD0BHdNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/S9mnxjlEq8s/s1600/IMG_0036%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMm4eFpZkGc/TlqFD0BHdNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/S9mnxjlEq8s/s320/IMG_0036%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's good to have someone around for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RvPdOhwm5g/TlqFEGaGhxI/AAAAAAAAAls/zme6R6XJBcw/s1600/IMG_0045%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RvPdOhwm5g/TlqFEGaGhxI/AAAAAAAAAls/zme6R6XJBcw/s320/IMG_0045%255B1%255D" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little chit chat, and banter, a moment and a while to reason and ponder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of life's little sound bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeKBLqL_efo/TlqFEdg8ryI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RfnA6rzB0mY/s1600/IMG_0040%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeKBLqL_efo/TlqFEdg8ryI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RfnA6rzB0mY/s320/IMG_0040%255B1%255D" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Life, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Late nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-6066373033062564242?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/6066373033062564242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6066373033062564242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6066373033062564242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6066373033062564242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/nights-out.html' title='Nights out.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMm4eFpZkGc/TlqFD0BHdNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/S9mnxjlEq8s/s72-c/IMG_0036%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8467924392279923901</id><published>2011-08-27T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T03:59:37.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>I Want You, But I Don't Need You - Momus</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w9NGz31TaPE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I like you, and I'd like you to like me to like you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't need you to want me to like you&lt;br /&gt;Because if you didn't like me&lt;br /&gt;I would still like you, you see&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lick you, I like you to like me to lick you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't need you to like me to lick you&lt;br /&gt;If your pleasure turned into pain&lt;br /&gt;I would still lick for my personal gain&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fuck you, and I love you to love me to fuck you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't fucking need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't need you to need me to fuck you&lt;br /&gt;If you need me to need you to fuck&lt;br /&gt;That fucks everything up&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, and I want you to want me to want you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't need you to need me to need you&lt;br /&gt;That's just me&lt;br /&gt;So take me or leave me&lt;br /&gt;But please don't need me&lt;br /&gt;Don't need me to need you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're here one minute, the next we're dead&lt;br /&gt;So love me and leave me&lt;br /&gt;But try not to need me&lt;br /&gt;Enough said&lt;br /&gt;I want you, but I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and I love how you love how I love you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't need you to love me to love you&lt;br /&gt;If your love changed into hate&lt;br /&gt;Would my love have been a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna leave you, and I'd like you to leave me to leave you&lt;br /&gt;But lover believe me, it isn't because I don't need you (you know I don't need you)&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;But you're drowning me deep in your need to be needed&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, and I want you to want me to want you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Don't need you to need me to need you&lt;br /&gt;That's just me&lt;br /&gt;So take me or leave me&lt;br /&gt;But please don't need me&lt;br /&gt;Don't need me to need you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're here one minute, the next we're dead&lt;br /&gt;So love me and leave me&lt;br /&gt;But try not to need me&lt;br /&gt;Enough said&lt;br /&gt;I want you, but I don't need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8467924392279923901?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8467924392279923901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8467924392279923901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8467924392279923901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8467924392279923901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-you-but-i-dont-need-you-momus.html' title='I Want You, But I Don&apos;t Need You - Momus'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w9NGz31TaPE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8825690406350400630</id><published>2011-08-27T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T03:56:18.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a thing going on for you. But I guess we'll destroy it if we fell for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two peas in the same pod.", you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide who to be with anyway. I'll sleep over it until it happens then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't compromise on my standards. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3n8LKCff1g/Tlf6S2_kWaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rar6BNlK-JI/s1600/IMG_0082%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3n8LKCff1g/Tlf6S2_kWaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rar6BNlK-JI/s320/IMG_0082%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8825690406350400630?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8825690406350400630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8825690406350400630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8825690406350400630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8825690406350400630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-thing-going-on-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3n8LKCff1g/Tlf6S2_kWaI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rar6BNlK-JI/s72-c/IMG_0082%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7077872330828946036</id><published>2011-08-24T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:02:26.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Life'/><title type='text'>After school chill out with Ivan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Changi Villag's Hanamco last night after school to chill with Ivan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBg5Bv1dllk/TlS9sbNslHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/HI7hl6XiIdY/s1600/IMG_0006%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBg5Bv1dllk/TlS9sbNslHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/HI7hl6XiIdY/s320/IMG_0006%255B1%255D" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chugged the entire jug of beer myself, cuz Ivan can't drink for nuts. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-0KrlpAIP8/TlS9vLUeJmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/TfQMSVaDwhY/s1600/IMG_0009%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V-0KrlpAIP8/TlS9vLUeJmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/TfQMSVaDwhY/s320/IMG_0009%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Had a really strong Lychee Martini too! &amp;lt;3 Too bad the place closes at 12mn. If not we could've hung out the entire night trash talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2F9gVoy9S7s/TlS9wlOhVbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/WSEhTKw4Tdo/s1600/IMG_0008%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2F9gVoy9S7s/TlS9wlOhVbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/WSEhTKw4Tdo/s320/IMG_0008%255B1%255D" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Absolutely delicious Cheese Fries! An Entire BOWL of CHEESE!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYTshMHXcDU/TlS9zBwL76I/AAAAAAAAAlU/M8BuXEww240/s1600/IMG_0014%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYTshMHXcDU/TlS9zBwL76I/AAAAAAAAAlU/M8BuXEww240/s320/IMG_0014%255B1%255D" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ne6RWUvZ5o/TlS-ShyIrSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/sI_rfeUmZt0/s1600/299906_10150351885606411_609921410_10408397_4357918_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ne6RWUvZ5o/TlS-ShyIrSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/sI_rfeUmZt0/s320/299906_10150351885606411_609921410_10408397_4357918_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S: His wiper broke last night. On Monday he banged his bumper against the curb while driving out of the carpark. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I've changed my phone to Apple 4? The father figure wanted to buy it and we spent 2 hours at the counter deciding which phone to buy because I was planning to get a $94 top up Sony Ericsson Arc but he refused to let me. LOL! &amp;lt;3 daddy muchos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7077872330828946036?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7077872330828946036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7077872330828946036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7077872330828946036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7077872330828946036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/after-school-chill-out-with-ivan.html' title='After school chill out with Ivan!'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBg5Bv1dllk/TlS9sbNslHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/HI7hl6XiIdY/s72-c/IMG_0006%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4784938151512759989</id><published>2011-08-21T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:08:54.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316058_10150349204741411_609921410_10375945_1592664_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316058_10150349204741411_609921410_10375945_1592664_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karen Millen &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My Karen Millen Glamazon bandage dress arrived in the mail last night! LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-4784938151512759989?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4784938151512759989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4784938151512759989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4784938151512759989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4784938151512759989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/karen-millen-my-karen-millen-glamazon.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8871258076779316978</id><published>2011-08-21T05:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T05:28:33.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake or Candy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Cake or Candy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/pNAT3a"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8871258076779316978?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8871258076779316978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8871258076779316978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8871258076779316978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8871258076779316978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/cake-or-candy.html' title='Cake or Candy?'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5709566423173493458</id><published>2011-08-21T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T04:49:43.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday evening was spent with Daryl. We had dinner at Ichiban Sushi at AMK hub. He finally stopped being a bitch. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped me off at Tampines, cuz I had to meet H.Q. to get new episode of TV series from him, but we ended up watching some Taiwanese Brokeback instead. Set in some school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale gay boy falls for tanned basketball jock with hot bod. Jock gets drunk, and fucks Pale boy. Jock's girlfriend &amp;nbsp; is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had classes on Friday morning, but only got to school around 2pm. JX et moi drank in class again, but only a glass each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get Ivan's car keys after class, cuz he was having Econs with Robert Hamilton, and classes with Robert never ends on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked in his car for an hour and a half before Robert let them go. Classmates stared when they saw me sitting in his car. I have a feeling the gossip mill is spinning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to the Porsche showroom, and test drove an Opel Astro, cuz the Porsche was too squeezy for my big ass and it was way too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love with the Astro, cuz it's a sports car but it's able to fit in 2 more at the back and the boot space is BIG! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$150k. =p I'm going to try to convince him to get it. HAHA! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to cook at his place, but his parents were using the house, so we went for dinner at Changi Airport instead. Had Waraku, and it was super filling! We couldn't finish what we ordered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had dessert 2.0 at Polar Cafe, before some drinks at Ritazza Cafe. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a sky train from T1 to T3, and talked some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot where he had parked the car, and spent some time running up and down for it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Jurong Bowl after that, and went to Suncity for some Thai Girls and beer. Paid for the beer though, cuz I was the one drinking most of it anyway. Played some pool, before he sent me home. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5709566423173493458?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/5709566423173493458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5709566423173493458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5709566423173493458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5709566423173493458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-evening-was-spent-with-daryl.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4434178965000101582</id><published>2011-08-18T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T02:29:07.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost went clubbing in Arena after school, after much egging and a long session talking to her about work and private life balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like shaking her really hard to knock some sense into her, but it's not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't manage to go in because she was in slippers, and the bouncer was obviously out to make her pay the entrance fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like the bullying, so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day without ROH-&amp;lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-4434178965000101582?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4434178965000101582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4434178965000101582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4434178965000101582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4434178965000101582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4562879672310601900</id><published>2011-08-17T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T03:22:16.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Collected my GUESS bracelets from the boutique today after going for our hair wash with RARA. Had my roots touched up. Service was so so. Refused to sign their package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Ajisen for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window shopped, and headed to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Resource Management made me extremely sleepy, but I resisted alcohol from 7-11, though I stared at the fridge for a god damn long time, wondering if I should just pop a can of beer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sleepy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-4562879672310601900?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4562879672310601900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4562879672310601900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4562879672310601900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4562879672310601900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/collected-my-guess-bracelets-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6355568750282531488</id><published>2011-08-16T07:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T03:17:55.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had lunch with Gad, at a nice cozy restaurant off Liang Seah Street, before I was supposed to head down to Lasalle. But I saw a sales going on in Guess in Bugis Junction while on my way, and ended up buying a new pair of slippers, a pouch, and 3 bracelets in 15 minutes. FML.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hung out with Gad, Surin and Boon after that for a while before rushing home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Showered, changed, and went out with Ivan for supper at the Singapore Flyer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for class, then had a round table meeting with Jason, Peter, Surin and Ricky Swee. 12 Bottles of beer later, Surin and I went to Haji Lane for a little shopping before dinner at a Mexican restaurant and cabbing down to Zouk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clubbed my ass off with Surin, Edmund, Neal, Boey and Jave etc. Surin bumped into her secondary school seniors and we went into the VIP lounge for a while before heading to Titanium. Little boys tried &amp;nbsp;to be funny, but sadly, they failed badly. They can't even act drunk. Stupid Fucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got home around 6am on Sunday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed home to rest, and caught a movie with Han Qin after dinner. Horrible Bosses was not too bad. But with his hands all over the place, it was hard to enjoy the movie. Pfft!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work. Boring. Rushed work till 8pm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner. Maggie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then Ivan came to fetch me at 10pm. Had Selegie Tau Huay! It was super smooth and delicious! Had You Tiao and Hum Chim Peng too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headed down to Tuas for a while before Surin called for help. She had sneaked out to drink with Yuen Chau and he had gotten really drunk! He was a total blubbering idiot, and Ivan and I had to drag him out of the club after much persuasion. UGHS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sent JX home before going to Tuas again. LOL. He let me drive his car along Tuas! Sat down for a while and talked. He asked me to be his girlfriend. O.o...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-6355568750282531488?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/6355568750282531488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6355568750282531488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6355568750282531488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6355568750282531488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-had-lunch-with-gad-at-nice-cozy.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7521923320086603983</id><published>2011-08-11T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T01:56:31.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Life'/><title type='text'>Family Portraits.</title><content type='html'>Spent half a day at Raffles Studio for a family portrait, and the rest of the evening at Holiday Inn Atrium having a buffet dinner with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food selection was alright, but nothing fantastic to shout about. The only thing worth eating was their Durian Pancakes and Jelly Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of their dishes were good, but not fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even their cook who made the Durian Pancakes stinged on the Durian Fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Shorty wanted to visit a club, and so I suggested going to Zouk. Even though Nicholas and Rara asked me out for massages and supper, which I would rather go to, than to spend $44 on alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been drinking non-stop since last Wednesday, of which 3 were with Shorty, and honestly, there has to be a limit to the amount of alcohol I allow in my body!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 jugs of Midori Suntory, mingled around and people watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Zhao Ge at Zouk Main, and Johnny the teddy bear bouncer treated Shorty et moi to 4 glasses of Flaming&amp;nbsp;Lamborghini in Phuture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Shorty got drunk shortly after, where she puked her guts out in the toilet and all over herself, and I had to clean her up; we had to leave the club by 12 30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to dance, nor drink to the extent of liver failure, as I normally would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of cute guys in the club today, but they all seemed younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another sign that I'm getting older. And Shorty can't drink 2 Flamings in succession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7521923320086603983?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7521923320086603983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7521923320086603983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7521923320086603983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7521923320086603983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/family-portraits.html' title='Family Portraits.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3684656709881944082</id><published>2011-08-10T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T03:04:27.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Life'/><title type='text'>Sh-sh-Shopping!</title><content type='html'>The annual family gathering for National Day didn't happen this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tormentors went out early in the day, and I went shopping with Shorty for dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking into account that she has never worn a single skirt or dress since Junior College, getting her to wear a dress took considerable effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I tried shopping with her for a dress, she broke down and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today she happily accepted the dresses that I'd chosen for her, and she spent about $200 on 3 dresses and a skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hand picked by me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn proud of myself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought a new dress from Mango for $59!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at this new restaurant along Citylink Mall, and after shopping, walked to Esplanade for some performance at the open stage, before chilling at Sauce while waiting for the National Day crowd to disperse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUWczrsGql4/TkF2XMZ9wZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/1_iYiBgjtGQ/s1600/DSCF3540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUWczrsGql4/TkF2XMZ9wZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/1_iYiBgjtGQ/s320/DSCF3540.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ordered a pint of Asahi each and a Chicken Quesadilla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were not in heels, we would've walked to MBS for a tipple, but sadly her heels were killing her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ9OXG5Apr4/TkF2bLbZp4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/AqqhffKNNiQ/s1600/DSCF3535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wJ9OXG5Apr4/TkF2bLbZp4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/AqqhffKNNiQ/s320/DSCF3535.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Had a lot of fun today!&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3 Chilling out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3684656709881944082?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3684656709881944082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3684656709881944082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3684656709881944082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3684656709881944082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/sh-sh-shopping.html' title='Sh-sh-Shopping!'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUWczrsGql4/TkF2XMZ9wZI/AAAAAAAAAk8/1_iYiBgjtGQ/s72-c/DSCF3540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-2603172168205508654</id><published>2011-08-09T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T05:15:22.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with S today after brushing Nicholas off, because I highly suspect Nicholas to be another Lizard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, S wasn't much different, but we connected at a more intellectual level. I didn't need much alcohol, and we talked from midnight till 4am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's going to help me get the pair of United Nude shoes. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for pushing me forward, dude. I'll see you soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-2603172168205508654?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/2603172168205508654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2603172168205508654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2603172168205508654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2603172168205508654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/met-up-with-s-today-after-brushing.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-815813896126343250</id><published>2011-08-08T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T02:25:30.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been dating Engineers. But they're just not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close, but not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, it'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST group has tons of them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family went to the Museum today. T'was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Grand's was delicious! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*contented*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business lunch tomorrow again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-815813896126343250?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/815813896126343250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=815813896126343250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/815813896126343250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/815813896126343250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/been-dating-engineers.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6423331782239355899</id><published>2011-08-07T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T06:33:34.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another late night rendezvous.</title><content type='html'>Another late night rendezvous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan came to fetch me at 10pm, and we went to the Sky Park at his place to drink the wine I gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, laughing and talking. Emptied the first bottle of red Moscato, and drove to Lakeside Park for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to NTU and parked at the highest point to finish the second bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty nice to see the views from above and drink too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asti was really bubbly, and I think the knocking around in the car caused a build up of gas in the bottle. Opening it was really easy, and the cork popped out even before I could open the car door to pop it. His car got drenched in the Asti. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished almost the entire bottle myself, because he was driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we got into a road block while on the way to NTU, and we bluffed the officer that we were students going back to Hall. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He totally bought it! And the officer was really cute. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished the last bottle of wine, we went for supper, and had Nasi Lemak! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had Nasi Lemak in ages, and to be honest, it tastes alright. The&amp;nbsp;chili&amp;nbsp;was supposed to be the main attraction, but I can't eat&amp;nbsp;chili&amp;nbsp;for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sped home, at 180km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, is good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it's good to know that people actually think I'm capable. =D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-6423331782239355899?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/6423331782239355899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6423331782239355899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6423331782239355899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6423331782239355899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-late-night-rendezvous.html' title='Another late night rendezvous.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1903269992875976174</id><published>2011-08-06T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:38:27.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Rara after work to AMK Central to do our nails, because a coupon we bought was expiring. The manicurist was too distracted to do my nails properly, and it hurt when she was removing cuticles. But her packages are cheap, and her nail colors lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bought another package to share. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to wash our hair at one of the neighbourhood salons, and the hair stylist was really good looking! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Nebo Cafe after that before going home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my nails, my hair and my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. She finally taught me how to install Whatsapp on my darned Nokia. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the end of the month to get an iPhone or BB! I still can't decide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZfBULHVYKo/Tj0K0fxEy6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/wIF3by6XW7c/s1600/DSCF3526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZfBULHVYKo/Tj0K0fxEy6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/wIF3by6XW7c/s320/DSCF3526.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I went shopping with Shorty yesterday! And we bought about $500 worth of clothes and shoes! I only got a new pair of shoes for $55 at Everbest, because I fell in love with this other pair at United Nude, and it cost $420. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really hormonal half way through shopping because my Period came and I really loved that pair of shoes. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unitednude.com/upload/productimages/402/photo-0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://www.unitednude.com/upload/productimages/402/photo-0001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;*heartbreaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$420 a pop. Who will buy it for me? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1903269992875976174?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1903269992875976174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1903269992875976174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1903269992875976174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1903269992875976174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-was-awesome-i-went-out-with-rara.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JZfBULHVYKo/Tj0K0fxEy6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/wIF3by6XW7c/s72-c/DSCF3526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1204611127184281870</id><published>2011-08-04T05:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T06:41:27.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>$300 a night on good food and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Shorty at Tampines One's&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.419660956410.220829.609921410&amp;amp;l=a63ec024dd&amp;amp;type=1"&gt; Sushi Tei&lt;/a&gt; after a good meeting with the IT manager of Wearnes Automotive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another meeting with Keith to finally tie up some loose ends for the company, and then headed down to Clark Quay with Shorty for shots at Chupitos Bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150334372411411.399013.609921410&amp;amp;l=520ab035cc&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;Click here to see what we had! =p&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad she can now handle her alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1204611127184281870?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1204611127184281870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1204611127184281870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1204611127184281870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1204611127184281870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/300-night-on-good-food-and-alcohol.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3240926870173379169</id><published>2011-08-03T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T03:22:41.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen bitch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If everything the Sapphire does that is not of your liking is all due to my influence, then I would like to THANK YOU for your flattery of my influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I would like to humbly correct your judgement, BECAUSE I'M NOT AS INFLUENTIAL AS YOU THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, what she wears out is none of my fucking business, and if blaming me makes her seem ever flawless, then fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't as innocent and pure as you would like to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People GROW UP and MATURE. They don't stick by your fucking side FOREVER and wear what you buy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she likes shirts with SHITLOADS OF HOLES IN THEM, so be it! And under NO CONDITION is it under my INFLUENCE, because I DO NOT wear clothes with KNITTED or CUT OUT HOLES in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if acting like a total animal, by taking a dump in my toilet and refusing to flush while dribbling all over the seat makes you happy, then I'm glad I've never stopped calling you a BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, are you an ANIMAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing that doesn't show disregard towards me, but degrades you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how senile you can get over the years. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3240926870173379169?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3240926870173379169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3240926870173379169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3240926870173379169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3240926870173379169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-everything-sapphire-does-that-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-2184723397174418576</id><published>2011-08-03T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T02:43:39.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Because you're suffering...</title><content type='html'>I'm openly secretly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feonna saw the Lizard while shopping with Jabie, heading to the gym all stoned and alone. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Because you deserve it, for the shit you've done to me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hectic. With shitloads of paper work to be done. I was awake at 8am and&amp;nbsp;liaising&amp;nbsp;with Nelson on the phone about the day ahead, even before work was supposed to begin. UGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was too lazy to grab lunch alone, decided to go down to Lasalle for my weekly visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was unfortunately wasted because I was out when I realised that I forgot to bring along the company Invoice and had to run back up to grab it, before realising that I had left the School Pass upstairs, and had to make another trip up to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get my hair washed, because the heat was unforgiving, and it totally destroyed my mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jean Yip at Bugis Junction; failure to notice Jeric Salon right beside it was regrettable.&lt;br /&gt;(Damn their white interiors, which blended right in with the walls of the mall. If only I had noticed it, I would've gone there instead!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated with my tangled tresses, that I decided to go for their hair treatment at $110, excluding GST, with hair styling thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, woe be me, they got a fucking intern to do my hair. It was alright, until she started styling my hair. The curl was badly done, and within half an hour of exposure to the humid Singapore heat, my hair went FLAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All it took was a short walk from Bugis Junction to Lasalle. &lt;/b&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Surin commented on how bad the curls looked, (&lt;i&gt;a check in the mirror confirmed it, to my utter horror!&lt;/i&gt;) I rushed back to Jean Yip and gave them a piece of my mind. The supervisor had to thong my hair personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pfft.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome wasn't bad, but it took an hour, which ate up my time for dinner and travelling to Kallang Leisure Park for Harry Potter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2xQ0EHcf1Y/Tjg-OE3N7CI/AAAAAAAAAkk/CfjQjYdf6So/s1600/DSCF3509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2xQ0EHcf1Y/Tjg-OE3N7CI/AAAAAAAAAkk/CfjQjYdf6So/s320/DSCF3509.JPG" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKhCCRzRU8g/Tjg_AoSfPbI/AAAAAAAAAks/NRhjdoP_cOQ/s1600/DSCF3516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qKhCCRzRU8g/Tjg_AoSfPbI/AAAAAAAAAks/NRhjdoP_cOQ/s320/DSCF3516.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8TO_ElIoLw/Tjg_Bj9PDzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/788wnKZfkzk/s1600/DSCF3522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8TO_ElIoLw/Tjg_Bj9PDzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/788wnKZfkzk/s320/DSCF3522.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiixlKkgLrY/Tjg_CY9bE0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Bf4QOjFnOy8/s1600/DSCF3523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiixlKkgLrY/Tjg_CY9bE0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Bf4QOjFnOy8/s320/DSCF3523.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I felt sad for Snape, not when he died, but because he loved Lily for so long, yet never got the chance to tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isn't it regrettable, to never live to tell someone how much you love her?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Advised Sindy on the group insurance plan after the movie, and got her insured, since she's also under our payroll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's better to be insured!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;The company stamp and name card we got at SIM LIM's ImageWerkz wasn't any good, and it was regrettable that we went for the cheapest company there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I suppose it is better that we stick to Print22, even though it's far away. Good thing I only printed a box of card for each of them, because the quality wasn't up to scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;We'll be meeting a new potential client tomorrow, and Thursday I'll be using up an expiring package with RARA for our nails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Tai Tais ~ Good life!&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/94873257032111662-2184723397174418576?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/2184723397174418576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2184723397174418576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2184723397174418576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2184723397174418576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-youre-suffering.html' title='Because you&apos;re suffering...'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2xQ0EHcf1Y/Tjg-OE3N7CI/AAAAAAAAAkk/CfjQjYdf6So/s72-c/DSCF3509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5674240944614536019</id><published>2011-08-02T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T03:39:04.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Tai Tai in training.</title><content type='html'>The Lizard tried to ask for forgiveness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, he asked me through Formspring, directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forgive him till the day he publishes a full page apology on The Straits Times or write me a cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because he can't sleep well at night, after intensive God talk which made him realise the mistakes he had made, will not change the amount of damage he had already done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had more sleepless nights than him, and the damage he has done to me is insurmountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should suffer and perish in hell for all the shit he has done to me. I'll forgive anyone but him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;Friday night was Ivan's 21st! JX and I bought 2 bottles of wine for him! And we'll be drinking them this coming Saturday, by the pool side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;His birthday was a blast, but it was marred by his conservative parents and sibling. They didn't like us drinking, and displayed it with constant stalking and annoying antics. WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But overall, it was a good 21st for him. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day after work. I went out with Rara at Century Square to watch Bridesmaid after dinner, and then cabbed down to Lavender for an hour's foot reflexology!&amp;nbsp;It was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to her boyfriend in China briefly, because he was worried that she was out fucking another man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reassured him, and told him I was just training her for Tai Tai-dom. LOL. I think her Boyfriend's going to ban her from going out with me soon. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be meeting her again on Wednesday or something to get our nails done as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ Showed her the Swarovski pens I bought, and tempted her with it. But sadly she doesn't have to write much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvi15X1ZboI/Tjb6DFHOVgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-5UyFCbANkg/s1600/DSCF3498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvi15X1ZboI/Tjb6DFHOVgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-5UyFCbANkg/s320/DSCF3498.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought them at Ion Orchard the other day while shopping with Ben Chen! He gave me two bottles of medicated oil which his father produces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't smell bad, and when I was still having a migraine from the night before, sniffing it really helped! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben bought a shirt from Bershka for his first day at work, and we went shopping for a pair of shoes for me, but couldn't find anything that I liked or fit. Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked him to join us (Ivan, JX et Moi) for clubbing at Powerhouse. It was alright, considering my energy level is still too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Wine Bar and Bistro, and I had a Lychee Martini, and a jug of Cranberry Vodka to share. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared a bottle of Moet &amp;amp; Chandon with Ivan, and had 3 Flaming Lambourghinis with JX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben can't drink, cuz he has Hepatitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuffled till 5am, and we got on a cab to Ivan's! He went home to get his car keys, and he sent all of us home! How sweet is that! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 7:30am, and we were all so deadbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent at home sleeping, and watching movies online.&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/94873257032111662-5674240944614536019?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/5674240944614536019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5674240944614536019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5674240944614536019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5674240944614536019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/tai-tai-in-training.html' title='Tai Tai in training.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvi15X1ZboI/Tjb6DFHOVgI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-5UyFCbANkg/s72-c/DSCF3498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3505449528559420171</id><published>2011-08-01T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T00:27:44.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGHS, I'M SUCHA BIATCH! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why do I have to be so mean to men sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a psychological reaction? GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This random guy online tried to pick me up and even said that I was pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I snubbed him. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude:&lt;/b&gt; Quincy &lt;i&gt;(HELLO, I'm QuinSy!) &lt;/i&gt;sounds mystical :p haha. Im S****. (: ur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;From Z***. I think you mass message girls. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude: &lt;/b&gt;Haha. Why do you think so? Not unless you are pretty :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;So you do mass message girls eh? LOL. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*self stabs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. It's probably not meant to be anyway. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3505449528559420171?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3505449528559420171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3505449528559420171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3505449528559420171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3505449528559420171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/08/ughs-im-sucha-biatch-i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7737983164849945891</id><published>2011-07-30T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:12:34.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ivan's party was fun! Except his mom is another conservative party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my alcohol! OBVIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7737983164849945891?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7737983164849945891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7737983164849945891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7737983164849945891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7737983164849945891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/ivans-party-was-fun-except-his-mom-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8372282086256451967</id><published>2011-07-29T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:00:31.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could only stare at the paper and laugh to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Heng was laughing at himself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE WHAT WE STUDIED DIDN'T COME OUT AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*expletives*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis laughed at his Accounts paper, got fed up, and left in a huff. The 3 hour paper at 2pm was a goner by 3: 15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene left in 45 minutes, and it was epic. LOL! Cuz he came in a huff, and left in a puff. LOL! The door slammed, like he always does during exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder how he manages to do it all the time. Leaving within 45 minutes for every paper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left alone, smiling and shaking my head for 2 hours. LOL! I think I would have pretended to get possessed if I could, just to escape this paper. But too bad, if &amp;nbsp;I didn't try to complete it, I won't even get my minimum pass for advancement into Year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please let me pass this paper with at least a minimum grade to proceed. AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body has been cramping up, even though I've been officially discharged from Dengue. I guess my body still needs to recuperate, and it won't be back to normal so soon. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can still drink, since tomorrow's Ivan's birthday, and I've bought 2 bottles of wine for him. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8372282086256451967?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8372282086256451967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8372282086256451967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8372282086256451967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8372282086256451967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-could-only-stare-at-paper-and-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3779228764035493716</id><published>2011-07-26T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:21:15.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I got raped by the needle.</title><content type='html'>My arms are so fucking bruised from all the needle pokes. I've developed a phobia for needles, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms automatically retracted today while getting my blood withdrawn by THE OTHER NURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for the Fat Malay Nurse who had been poking me on a daily basis, because she has always done it swiftly with minimal vein searching, but THE OTHER NURSE refused to let her do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*expletives*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end my left arm got raped by the needle, and THE OTHER NURSE fed the needles IN and OUT, IN and OUT, a total of 5 times before finally drawing blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR SOMEONE WHO HAS NEVER HAD TROUBLE WITH BLOOD TESTS, THIS WAS TOO FUCKING EXCESSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so close to flipping the fucking table with my hands gripping the table edge so tight, I think I scared the nurse a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a hair wash and a hair cut after that, at the nearby hair salon for $26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt really good, cuz my hair's become a tangled mess since getting all Dengued up with aching scalp. So now I have nice smelling fuzz free hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father Figure finally graduates tomorrow, and I'll be attending his Graduation Ceremony! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder when will it be my turn...AGAIN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3779228764035493716?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3779228764035493716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3779228764035493716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3779228764035493716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3779228764035493716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-got-raped-by-needle.html' title='I got raped by the needle.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8776430066992608078</id><published>2011-07-25T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T03:31:26.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm a little&amp;nbsp;narcissistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on Facebook alot, and I can't help but notice how pretty I look in some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chatting with some of my friends regularly lately, and it is interesting to find out the perception they have of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben C and his friends, whom I got to know during one of my nights out at Zouk; thought I was really fierce and aloof, because of the butterfly tattoo that I've grown to love, that's right SMACK in the middle of my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends thought I was gangster, which I find pretty interesting. Cuz after getting to know me, he thought I was pretty intellectual. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's partly due to the fact that I spend more time Googling up articles to read than playing Monopoly Online, earning my virtual Millions. &lt;i&gt;heh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my body ache is killing me, along with Economics and the incessant Dengue Rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;might &lt;/i&gt;have lost weight, but the weighing machine in the house isn't really accurate. So after weighing myself multiple times in the day, I can safely say I've lost an average of 3kg (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Econs to be over. It's too &amp;nbsp;much of a royal pain in the ass. And I really want to start meeting new people again, and go on a few good dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't possibly allow one asshole to ruin my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Forgiveness is not on the cards for such an asshole. (He tried to ask for it via Formspring, I think.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8776430066992608078?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8776430066992608078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8776430066992608078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8776430066992608078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8776430066992608078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-im-little-ive-been-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3920442810809852422</id><published>2011-07-24T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:55:55.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grand came to visit. Got to smell her food. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appetite is still not back. Couldn't eat much. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost some weight. My tummy disappeared. O.o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June gave birth to a baby boy~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ Will visit her soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, LET ME PASS MY ECONS ONCE AND FOR ALL, SO THAT I MAY START DATING AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3920442810809852422?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3920442810809852422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3920442810809852422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3920442810809852422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3920442810809852422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/grand-came-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3528118391426023821</id><published>2011-07-22T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:23:17.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Platelet count finally starts increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current count's at 98K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole body still in rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bathing in Calamine lotion. Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sushi cravings today after the blood test, and went to Sakae for the sushi buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid for both of us, but in the end Brace Face had to do most of the eating, because I have a non&amp;nbsp;existent&amp;nbsp;appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a good two hours, I watched her eat while I drank tea and ate Chawamushi. -,-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3528118391426023821?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3528118391426023821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3528118391426023821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3528118391426023821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3528118391426023821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/platelet-count-finally-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7220376674898940635</id><published>2011-07-21T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:14:18.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><title type='text'>Dengue Day 7</title><content type='html'>A week has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platelet count is now at 76K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rash itch killing me. I feel like dragging a shredder through my skin. Calamine Lotion isn't working at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kill me!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7220376674898940635?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7220376674898940635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7220376674898940635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7220376674898940635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7220376674898940635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/dengue-day-7.html' title='Dengue Day 7'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4909017351107562495</id><published>2011-07-20T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:38:41.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><title type='text'>Dengue Day 6.</title><content type='html'>Platelet count fell from 140k on Saturday to 110k on Monday, to 90k on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 3kg so far. And I haven't much appetite for any food at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sudden craving for pizza after our visit to the clinic. But when we got to Pizza Hut and got my Regular Stuffed Crust Hawaiian Pizza, I could only manage one slice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that one slice was so hard to swallow. &lt;i&gt;I feel so depressed looking at those food I can only smell but have no appetite to eat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened to my favourite Hokkien Mee last night from Changi Village. The F.F. bought a packet home for me, and the smell was so inviting. But I could only manage ONE MOUTHFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BOOHOO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my appetite back. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-4909017351107562495?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4909017351107562495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4909017351107562495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4909017351107562495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4909017351107562495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/dengue-day-6.html' title='Dengue Day 6.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7532777436978739754</id><published>2011-07-18T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T19:26:17.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><title type='text'>Dengue-fied.</title><content type='html'>Platelet count dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to go for daily blood tests to monitor my platelet count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashes has spread to my entire body. Even my fingers are not spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel very well. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to sleep at all for the past few days. And there's no medication to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7532777436978739754?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7532777436978739754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7532777436978739754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7532777436978739754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7532777436978739754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/dengue-fied.html' title='Dengue-fied.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8611692591649855507</id><published>2011-07-18T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:33:53.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rashes all over my body. It doesn't itch much but it's spreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head hurts, eye hurts, throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get to sleep at all last night. Kept having weird dreams of self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Bitch is making everyone's life miserable at home. Screaming and waking everyone up in the middle of the night over nothing, sweeping the F.F's belongings into a big trash bag while challenging him to beat her and other stupid antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single day of rest with her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dislike for her runs deeeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8611692591649855507?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8611692591649855507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8611692591649855507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8611692591649855507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8611692591649855507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/rashes-all-over-my-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-796611195095770614</id><published>2011-07-17T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:48:23.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fever got worse in the morning. The Queen Bitch tried to register at the Polyclinic for me. But the fucking nurses refused to register me unless I crawled down to the clinic personally and had my temperature checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' I cannot register you unless you have a high fever, because we're closed since 11am.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN YOU MIGHT AS WELL CLOSE THE POLYCLINIC ON SATURDAYS THEN YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORK AT ALL, FAT MINAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a ride down to the Polyclinic and let that fat bitch take my temperature, cuz she refused to believe that I was running a high fever. And the look on her fat, over made up face was absolutely priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to kick up another big fuss at the registration counter after that. Although the registration area had no other patients, the two other minahs at the counter refused to register me because my 'number hasn't been called yet'. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, THERE ARE NO OTHER PATIENTS IN THE WAITING AREA BUT ME, SO WHY CAN'T YOU JUST REGISTER ME FIRST?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stomp up to the counter and give them that 'has too much perfume clouded your brains?' look, and told them to look around the waiting area. LOL. Their expression was funny. I could see their brains slowly ticking to make sense of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the consultation room, got my turn to the doctor, and told him my symptoms. Got referred to the A&amp;amp;E the moment he saw the rashes all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, told the Father Figure, and he rushed me and Brace Face down to the A&amp;amp;E for blood tests, because 'unfortunately, the blood lab in the polyclinic has already closed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$85 per head. FUCKING HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 3 hour's wait at CGH, with one blood test and a few doses of medication to bring my sky rocketing fever down, my blood count wasn't low enough to be warded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &amp;nbsp;a second blood test will be done on Monday. -,-!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-796611195095770614?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/796611195095770614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=796611195095770614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/796611195095770614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/796611195095770614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/fever-got-worse-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3431345602563091235</id><published>2011-07-16T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T01:39:15.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In too much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely slept a wink last night. Pain kept me awake until 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything that goes through my mouth tastes bitter. Even water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the runs, and now rashes are popping up on my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3431345602563091235?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3431345602563091235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3431345602563091235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3431345602563091235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3431345602563091235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-too-much-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7370649341405139510</id><published>2011-07-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T18:38:36.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><title type='text'>Feverish...</title><content type='html'>Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu + Fever + Body Ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Bitch has effectively spread her Viral Flu to everyone in the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short tempered, I flared up at the Polyclinic counter staff when one of them asked me to make my payment before proceeding to see the doctor. It was too ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up, I screamed and shouted. Made a bug fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a temperature of 39. Degrees, which I didn't realise I had until my temperature was taken by the doctor; I am highly contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have cared much about my flu until my entire body ached in agony this morning. I was in so much pain, even the movement of my hair follicles hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only laugh at the absurdity of it, and cry, because it hurt so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even sitting up right hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to lay in bed and not move for the next 4 days until I'm well again. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7370649341405139510?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7370649341405139510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7370649341405139510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7370649341405139510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7370649341405139510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/feverish.html' title='Feverish...'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1572068847752959424</id><published>2011-07-14T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T03:15:11.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greyson Chance - 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I haven't been to church in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7783415391842777434?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7783415391842777434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7783415391842777434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7783415391842777434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7783415391842777434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/father-figure-sprained-his-ankle.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3545968557853110421</id><published>2011-07-11T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T03:04:12.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elroy's dad broke his hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we won't be going to US this month, but to Italy during November. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mega Happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly looks forward to Rome... at least I have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhvQkYibNHk/ThtJHjOcgZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kzOWu2GgQO0/s1600/cuiwen15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhvQkYibNHk/ThtJHjOcgZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kzOWu2GgQO0/s320/cuiwen15.jpg" width="320" /&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/94873257032111662-3545968557853110421?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3545968557853110421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3545968557853110421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3545968557853110421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3545968557853110421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/elroys-dad-broke-his-hip.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhvQkYibNHk/ThtJHjOcgZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kzOWu2GgQO0/s72-c/cuiwen15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1308620127348346835</id><published>2011-07-10T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T03:08:08.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Explorations.</title><content type='html'>Brought Brace Face out for facial yesterday evening, and got our faces fixed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I'm ever going back to Life Swan. Didn't quite like the lady boss' attitude, and they were way too pushy towards their services. It's one thing to recommend treatments, and another entire thing to insult me when I refuse your silly treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mole removal? Eyebrow tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME, BUT I LOVE MY &amp;nbsp;MOLE ON MY CHEEK AND I LIKE THE WAY MY EYEBROWS ARCH NATURALLY, WITHOUT YOUR STUPID LASER MOLE REMOVAL OR 'MODERN' EYE BROW TATTOOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how stupid and out dated I would look with your 'Modern' BROWN eyebrows arched so 'Naturally', it looked as if you'd used a PROTRACTOR to draw on your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mole removal, you say? I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE the mole on my cheek so so so so much, I would never ever remove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, some bitches would even draw the moles with make up on their cheeks just to have it like mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, we went walking around to explore for new &lt;i&gt;makan&lt;/i&gt; places (Places to eat), but found only shop after shop of Korean BBQ and Steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so sick of steamboat, it killed our appetite. But we managed to walk to Chinatown from Tanjong Pagar, and ate at a Coffee Shop with Aston's instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Nelson and his friends there, and ate together instead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued exploring after dinner, and we ended up at Neil Road, outside Funky Villa! =D But it was really quiet at 8pm in there, so we didn't go in for a drink. We just stood outside to catch a glimpse of the NDP fireworks that was happening at the floating platform just then. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked towards Raffles Place, Boat Quay from Neil Road, and went past a few seedy places with uncles who whistled at us. Shot them a look of death and commented loudly on how old their daughters would be as old as us. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda shut them up. HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we walked from Boat Quay to Clark Quay, and stopped at Nectarie for Chocolate Fondue and Tea~! Bumped into Keith Wong and said HI~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! It was really funny, cuz he was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith : 'What you doing here? Clubbing ah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Points to feet.* 'Wear slippers, how to club?!'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;'So what are you doing here?! Club ah?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: *Raises feet* 'Sandals, how to club?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we were all out to people watch on a lazy Saturday night. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace Face insisted on refilling the tea 6 times, because it cost me $6 for a pot. LOL! But by the 5th refill, she was too bloated with tea to ask for more. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS6z-LZHu24/ThtJvmESc8I/AAAAAAAAAjg/1E54mgvMUjs/s1600/271353_10150311918461411_609921410_9964010_6151071_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS6z-LZHu24/ThtJvmESc8I/AAAAAAAAAjg/1E54mgvMUjs/s320/271353_10150311918461411_609921410_9964010_6151071_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8mdSUWTB5o/ThtJ3JJQN_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/3tCVDffevww/s1600/266960_10150311916596411_609921410_9963985_1785841_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8mdSUWTB5o/ThtJ3JJQN_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/3tCVDffevww/s320/266960_10150311916596411_609921410_9963985_1785841_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called for the bill, and continued our walking towards Marina Bay Sands! Walked her around the shopping mall, ogled at the new art installations around and some new pieces in the art gallery and then towards the hotel lobby and casinos, before calling it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, it was already 1:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home, showered, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the Tormentors came after my ass,&amp;nbsp;accusing&amp;nbsp;me of kidnapping Brace Face when she was the one who begged to be walked and refused public transport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a fun night, because I talked non stop, and left Brace Face in stitches with my imitation accents and crap talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1308620127348346835?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1308620127348346835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1308620127348346835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1308620127348346835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1308620127348346835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/explorations.html' title='Explorations.'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qS6z-LZHu24/ThtJvmESc8I/AAAAAAAAAjg/1E54mgvMUjs/s72-c/271353_10150311918461411_609921410_9964010_6151071_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-324453272846380318</id><published>2011-07-08T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:03:24.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN AMEN AMEN FOR GOOD GRADES~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY Bs for Business Statistics and Organizational Behaviour~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to chiong for ECONS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-324453272846380318?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/324453272846380318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=324453272846380318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/324453272846380318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/324453272846380318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you-lord-amen-amen-amen-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3505341670104049552</id><published>2011-07-08T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T03:15:29.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>OMG, SHOPPING!</title><content type='html'>&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping after work with Surin in Bugis street yesterday, and I spent about $250 in total!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwG3u1gS7kI/ThtLzBu_hsI/AAAAAAAAAkA/euWRzeBmu-M/s1600/263159_10150309075536411_609921410_9934078_8157808_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwG3u1gS7kI/ThtLzBu_hsI/AAAAAAAAAkA/euWRzeBmu-M/s320/263159_10150309075536411_609921410_9934078_8157808_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went shopping for nail polish and leggings, and she bought 2 leggings for just $10 each! It was super reasonable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't find anything that I liked at all, until I found the vintage store we went before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying three vintage dresses, a vintage belt, and a pair of soft leather heels!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super loves! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwBKFGNsSSU/ThtK61hxrLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PNsSJi9gupc/s1600/264693_10150309076336411_609921410_9934100_7927394_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwBKFGNsSSU/ThtK61hxrLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/PNsSJi9gupc/s320/264693_10150309076336411_609921410_9934100_7927394_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6Jr-xhGEGE/ThtK6j5AKjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/TAwWZq4De1o/s1600/263563_10150309075776411_609921410_9934085_4991923_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6Jr-xhGEGE/ThtK6j5AKjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/TAwWZq4De1o/s320/263563_10150309075776411_609921410_9934085_4991923_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKy8pIHxZuI/ThtK7UHf97I/AAAAAAAAAj0/ULaXpoKVqf4/s1600/262123_10150309076256411_609921410_9934097_211601_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKy8pIHxZuI/ThtK7UHf97I/AAAAAAAAAj0/ULaXpoKVqf4/s320/262123_10150309076256411_609921410_9934097_211601_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ngxl4djLDA/ThtK7_rwFcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0cYU2zJ6cqc/s1600/263511_10150309076186411_609921410_9934096_453268_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ngxl4djLDA/ThtK7_rwFcI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0cYU2zJ6cqc/s320/263511_10150309076186411_609921410_9934096_453268_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ph-BfddBwOg/ThtK8zDYysI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cn0qpyv3ikA/s1600/264963_10150309075961411_609921410_9934092_4715503_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ph-BfddBwOg/ThtK8zDYysI/AAAAAAAAAj8/cn0qpyv3ikA/s320/264963_10150309075961411_609921410_9934092_4715503_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I went down to Bedok HQ for my statements, and went to visit Cass after work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Orange is 10 months old now! And he adores me! He kissed me! =3&lt;br /&gt;(While grabbing my hair on both sides and tugging them. =.=! Before proceeding to grab my specs and waving them around. I had to grab it out of his hands before he could throw it down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE BABY ORANGE! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna buy him something nice real soon! =D *love love love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice talking to Cass! Even if I have to travel down to Bishan just to see her, it's all worth it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Gad for dinner, and helped him to pick out shirts at Vivocity! We shopped at Topman, and I used my card to get him a 15% discount (I think), and then at ZARA (OMG LOVE!), where we picked out another 2 shirts for him! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHOPPING~! ESPECIALLY FOR GUYS! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be shopping for his pants, shoes, and a cute nerdy vest really soon! *LOVE LOVE LOVE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I still need to buy myself 2 pairs of sandals. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some nice ones at Crocs, but they were way over priced at $90 per pop. (Contradiction: I just bought a pair of heels at Bugis Street for $89, and it's not even branded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to look for deals online to buy my Crocs at a cheaper price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspector who took my statements was cute. Reminded me of Harry Cokehead. =)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come cops these days are so cute? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up was not a bad decision afterall! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3505341670104049552?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/3505341670104049552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3505341670104049552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3505341670104049552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3505341670104049552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/omg-shopping.html' title='OMG, SHOPPING!'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GwG3u1gS7kI/ThtLzBu_hsI/AAAAAAAAAkA/euWRzeBmu-M/s72-c/263159_10150309075536411_609921410_9934078_8157808_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-4501727078973903747</id><published>2011-07-06T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T02:37:02.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The endless shitty paper work is killing me! It's so fucking &lt;i&gt;leh chey, &lt;/i&gt;with tons of little stupid errors to look out for which were previously overlooked by the boss. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I had gone home from meeting Sean last night, I went out to meet Chowzie again, cuz he had randomly turned up below my block, asking for supper. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my friends random, but I can't&amp;nbsp;accommodate&amp;nbsp;them all the time. &lt;i&gt;ughs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went down, and headed to the 24 hour Coffee Shop at Drive 6 for roasted food and 2 bottles of beer. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had recently gotten more new government projects and is looking at relocating AGAIN. =/ But he said the new location is shitass cool! A colonial house! I can't wait to visit it if he really moves there! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi for a spin after supper and sped down the empty roads at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 5am, just before the Queen Bitch wakes up. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed paper work the whole day and found myself groaning and cursing at the paper work. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iGAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hate paper work!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Transformers today with the cousins, Brace Face, Aunt Sindy and Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it, until Sentinel turned against Optimus Prime. I was rooting for Sentinel until that happened, I felt utterly disappointed about my choice, and somehow my thoughts wondered to my choice in &amp;nbsp;men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them tall and wise looking, but sadly, the one who looked like it turned out to be a bloody cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still texting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to change my phone and block his numbers for good. There is absolutely no way that I will allow myself to be hurt by him ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're not worth it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-4501727078973903747?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/4501727078973903747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4501727078973903747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4501727078973903747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4501727078973903747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/endless-shitty-paper-work-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-923675420557741328</id><published>2011-07-05T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T03:09:30.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work is never ending. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked brownies half way through all the damned paper work. It got so frustrating, I had to take a break.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Grr..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXAIB9VpYp0/ThtKXQsaRcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/YGsxV3MGUXA/s1600/279596_10150307075126411_609921410_9906866_4553171_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXAIB9VpYp0/ThtKXQsaRcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/YGsxV3MGUXA/s320/279596_10150307075126411_609921410_9906866_4553171_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace Face munched it all away~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fantabulous session of Karaoke with &amp;nbsp;Aunt Sindy and Ying. =D We went to NEX's Party World and screamed out lungs out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sean Chua's place for a tipple, cuz he had a tiff with his fiancee, and she called off the wedding, for some silly reason. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like it when he said that I wasn't young anymore, hinting at my current singleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright, because my time will come, and it's just not now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers tomorrow night with my loved ones. And maybe some shopping with Gad if Transformers isn't confirmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-923675420557741328?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/923675420557741328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=923675420557741328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/923675420557741328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/923675420557741328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/work-is-never-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXAIB9VpYp0/ThtKXQsaRcI/AAAAAAAAAjo/YGsxV3MGUXA/s72-c/279596_10150307075126411_609921410_9906866_4553171_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1295174177983857127</id><published>2011-07-04T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T03:08:27.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Die For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8KC47Dp8_dk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1295174177983857127?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/1295174177983857127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1295174177983857127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1295174177983857127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1295174177983857127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-would-die-for-you.html' title='I Would Die For You'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8KC47Dp8_dk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-5282672268339070689</id><published>2011-07-04T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T02:25:19.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa Roach - Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eHbNU9WuVgw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5282672268339070689?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/5282672268339070689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5282672268339070689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5282672268339070689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5282672268339070689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/papa-roach-scars.html' title='Papa Roach - Scars'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eHbNU9WuVgw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7868345762673026708</id><published>2011-07-03T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T02:53:26.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was super busy! I had to complete some paper work, and then head down to Lasalle, before meeting Yvonne from Great Eastern to get some quotation for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heard from Surin that an ex colleague of hers committed suicide over her boyfriend. She was only 22. I empathize with her, because some men will never learn until something major happens. Even then, there is no guarantee that he will learn or realise what he has done. Some men are just incorrigible, while some are just too immature. Only the rare few will learn and wisen up. Even then, chances are still low.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her death probably haunted him, because that fucker quit his job right after her death. But who knows, a few months down the road, he will forget about it, and cause the same harm to another girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It would've been better for the girl to stay alive and move on, than to kill herself over a fucker she loved TOO MUCH.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've realised that what I've gone through, I will never forget, and moving on is still very hard. But I try, and everyday I strive to step away from it all. I still think of him. I still think of how things would have, could have been if we did somethings differently. But it still does not change the fact that he will not change, and an addict will forever be an addict. Every step that I took to help him just hurt me more. I need to learn to self preserve. I can't let myself die because of a fucker.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Revenge might be sweet, but revenge at the cost of my life isn't worth it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted over tea for a few hours with Yvonne during the discussion, and she offered to drive me down to Expo, where I was supposed to meet Johnson to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chose tons of shirt for him, and some pants, before biking down to Sempang Bedok for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 1am, Ivan came over to pick me up before sneaking off to Malaysia! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered through Woodlands check point, and jammed up the entire checkpoint queue filling up the white immigration cards! Had to wait and further jam up the queue just to buy a new Touch n Go card, cuz he didn't have his card with him! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had supper somewhere, (I didn't take note of where we were), and he smoked some Shisha! It was damn cheap, at RM10 only! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a long long drive back through Tuas Checkpoint. I think we went through a ton of tolls, and the road was scary with little street lights and no car! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were almost surrounded by biker gangs of 10, but his modified engine ZOOMED past them. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sped down the long long roads and it was so therapeutic singing and screaming to songs while on full blast! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove me round to explore Tuas, and stopped by the man made beach to chill for a while before heading home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked some, but I couldn't tell him all my problems. &lt;i&gt;*aww* &lt;/i&gt;I doubt he would understand anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this fella walk into the sea and we thought he was going to kill himself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed myself. Got home around 6am in the morning, and woke up around 10am to go to Johnson's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with his DSLR and posed for a few pictures! Super ARTSY! I LIKE! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to IKEA Tampines after that and bought photo frames for his colleagues! And we had IKEA MEATBALLS! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was off to Bugis for dinner with Andy Tan! Had Ajisen and shopped around for a new pair of shoes cuz all my sandals snapped! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take a train and then a bus down to Zouk to meet Surin, but I lost my damn way cuz I missed my stop. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to walk all the way to Zouk after that! Girl's night out was alright, other than the fact that my phones all died on me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept bumping into ShiChow and his gang at Zouk, and waited for him after the night out, cuz his friends were all drunk and emo.LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited until 6am, and cabbed home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Flaming Lambourghinis and a Flaming Ferrari later with a jug of Vodka Cranberry later, I'm hungover. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 Danced around Johnny the Bouncer. Safe! But it was no fun trying to protect Surin while all the gross men danced around her. Ughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7868345762673026708?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7868345762673026708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7868345762673026708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7868345762673026708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7868345762673026708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/woots-friday-was-super-busy-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8809869497684106431</id><published>2011-07-01T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T01:25:06.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M GOING TO MALAYSIA FOR SUPPER TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVAN WILL BE DRIVING OUT TO MALAYSIA WITH ME FOR SUPPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before that, I will be meeting Johnson for some shopping at John Little's Expo Sales! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I manage to wake up at all on Saturday, I'll head down to his place for some morning tipple, and perhaps more shopping at Expo, OR HEAD DOWN TO JB AGAIN! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME FRIENDS! AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8809869497684106431?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8809869497684106431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8809869497684106431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8809869497684106431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8809869497684106431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-going-to-malaysia-for-supper.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8094422775182536426</id><published>2011-06-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:06:34.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a day long meeting with Nelson, and settled shitloads of paper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negotiated and had a pay rise, like, FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than my expected, but he knows my financial situation. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot lunch, only had dinner. Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8094422775182536426?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8094422775182536426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8094422775182536426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8094422775182536426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8094422775182536426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/06/tired-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-8043708072841000827</id><published>2011-06-30T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T03:10:05.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A &lt;i&gt;rendezvous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A new adventure,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiskey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer.&lt;br /&gt;Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to love my Whiskey on the rocks. The deep aroma of oak, the solid, full bodied aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secure. Pure. Solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running around the whole of Tuesday and Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I had to meet the agents to get more information for the staff's medical insurance, and get quotations for new vendors to print our name cards, rubber stamps and our shitty company website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretended to be Ah Qiang's Personal Assistant on Tuesday, when the 7pm appointment was cancelled, until my appointment at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my quotations and ended up looking at the stock market on the agent's new iPad. Learnt some tips on speculation, and opened an account for trading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Chowzie after that, and visited his office. Saw some of his portfolio, and realised how shitty my company's website is. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked him for a quote and will be asking Nelson for permission to get it done. If we have the budget, then we'll have a nice website. If not, we'll have to leave it to chance and risk it with a Freelancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet is all blistered from all the walking today, and I got caught in the rain, and now I'm feeling floozy. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had half a burger for the entire day, and half a dozen of escargot from Saybons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8043708072841000827?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/8043708072841000827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8043708072841000827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8043708072841000827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8043708072841000827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/06/rendezvous.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-9178172037507760793</id><published>2011-06-28T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:04:49.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana Vickers - Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rpkxgDpCyAc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-9178172037507760793?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/9178172037507760793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=9178172037507760793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9178172037507760793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9178172037507760793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/06/diana-vickers-once.html' title='Diana Vickers - Once'/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rpkxgDpCyAc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-2271218469799268346</id><published>2011-06-27T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:49:23.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tried jumping out of the car twice. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Father Figure jammed his break and I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: Jump on the expressway when it hits 100 the next time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Bitch tried to sabotage my work, and made up shit about me, not going to work when I'm supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is in my laptop, my work is online. She knows nothing about cloud computing, and has no idea how flexible hours work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel on site as and when required, I'm either working on my computer somewhere, or meeting someone.&lt;br /&gt;So why does she have to sabotage me and lie to him about me not working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the emails that I've sent out is more than enough proof of the work I've done. And currently, shitloads are back logged because Nelson has yet to reply to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, and I'm fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't help that Aunt Sindy had to say something snide about it to worsen the situation. Another woman without much brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even visit Grand without all these shit happening anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke down in the car when the Queen Bitch went on and on and then started insulting me. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I don't have the means to fight back. But tonight, I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to jump. Failed. Jumping and not dying isn't much fun. Getting a broken arm just hinders work. And at that point of time, there wasn't any fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just the running road and the wind in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pure escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-2271218469799268346?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/2271218469799268346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2271218469799268346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2271218469799268346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2271218469799268346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/06/tried-jumping-out-of-car-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-274272224352014527</id><published>2011-06-27T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:40:32.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss my wine and good life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he have to reappear despite the police report and warning issued?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he not know better than to bother me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;You can come screw with my mind every 3 weeks, and with every disturbance, I will get stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;DO you know that I miss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blue.Frog.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&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/94873257032111662-274272224352014527?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/274272224352014527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=274272224352014527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/274272224352014527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/274272224352014527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-my-wine-and-good-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-2158803707748369303</id><published>2011-06-27T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:36:10.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hired another new girl, and she'll be starting work on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expanding the company! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-2158803707748369303?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/2158803707748369303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2158803707748369303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2158803707748369303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2158803707748369303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-off-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-2441340723125009107</id><published>2011-06-27T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T04:41:43.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tied down by your incurable disease,&lt;br /&gt;I can't move on and go along as I please.&lt;br /&gt;Like a dead weight to my feet,&lt;br /&gt;a prisoner to your misdeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill fated, unwanted, much too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;My mistake to know you,&lt;br /&gt;a mis-step to no return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My misfortune, my regret,&lt;br /&gt;but no way to trace back the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under no circumstance would I want you back,&lt;br /&gt;with your misdeeds and god forbidden acts.&lt;br /&gt;It takes one to forgive and then forget,&lt;br /&gt;but with this in me, I'm just full of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the life I had. Without regret, without this bad fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man would want a girl with this condition,&lt;br /&gt;like a pariah, condemned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken, diseased, untouchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better off dead than a burden unto myself and the world.&lt;br /&gt;That is the only way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-2441340723125009107?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/2441340723125009107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2441340723125009107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2441340723125009107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2441340723125009107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/06/tied-down-by-your-incurable-disease-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7122854703682322629</id><published>2011-06-27T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:24:54.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out on another bike ride with Johnson! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to East Coast Park for tea and some chit chat at Mc Cafe. We're heading down to Malaysia next week if the jams at the causeway isn't too bad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna help him with his wardrobe! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be starting his new job soon, and he needs more nice clothes! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking along the beach when I suggested getting a seat on the breakwaters. Idiot pushed me up the breakwaters without&amp;nbsp;pre-empting&amp;nbsp;me and I had my fingers and knuckles scraped and manicure destroyed. UGHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun talking to him. 6 years of friendship. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until now he still gets lost sending me home. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made two wrong turns a few days ago, and today he almost made the same mistakes again. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to make someone learn from his mistakes?&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/94873257032111662-7122854703682322629?l=bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/feeds/7122854703682322629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7122854703682322629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7122854703682322629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7122854703682322629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/06/went-out-on-another-bike-ride-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Quinsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03638001473565605842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6KGY8J5K3ng/SGilkMB1KlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DaUErPdBwVw/S220/black+n+white.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
