<?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>2012-03-01T04:22:38.981+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>632</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-1904670332249613016</id><published>2012-03-01T04:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T04:22:39.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I can't help but feel like I'm the happiest, luckiest girl alive on Earth with Daryl in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I still thank God for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you x a thousand times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was staring at you in the mirror when we were cuddling and I was hyperventilating &amp; tearing a little cuz I still can't believe how amazing this is. It's like a fucking dream!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it is, I don't ever want this to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X &lt;3 X &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1904670332249613016?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/1904670332249613016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1904670332249613016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1904670332249613016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1904670332249613016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/03/sometimes-i-cant-help-but-feel-like-im.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-874940203792767931</id><published>2012-03-01T02:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T02:55:31.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag lust over bag candy.</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with the Red Glitter Furla Candy Bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashionscriptdotnet.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/381755_10150521887415460_165592895459_11470241_914843084_n.jpeg?w=480&amp;amp;h=480" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fashionscriptdotnet.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/381755_10150521887415460_165592895459_11470241_914843084_n.jpeg?w=480&amp;amp;h=480" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The boutique at Paragon has TWO left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be damned if it runs out of stock before I get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGD450 for this piece of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;But what can I say? I'm nuts over EVERYTHING PLASTIC! Because they last, require little to NO maintenance, is WATER PROOF, JUICE PROOF, ALCOHOL PROOF, WEATHER PROOF, unlike leather bags that dry up, and wear out over time and cost a fucking bomb to repair. &lt;b&gt;Ughs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I've bought a pair of United Nude heels that I've only worn ONCE for 330 pounds, and I never regret, because that pair is just so BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;The pair of Melissa that Daryl bought for me is my ultimate favourite, after the Father Figure threw my old White Melissa Campana out, because it was beyond repair. (Yes, darlings, PLASTIC HEELS ONCE WORN OUT CAN'T BE REPAIRED! BUT IT LASTED FOR 4 YEARS OF DAILY WEAR!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, I've bought multiple pairs of lovely plastic Melissa shoes since my first white pair at 17.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actually, I've owned TWO pairs of white Melissa Heels since, but all has been dumped by the Father Figure because he's THAT FUCKING MEAN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;=(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I DIGRESS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a solid black version, but it's sold out. Anyway, it isn't as outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTIsSl2DknPJ5UqMyNOZ5xsYr3m_rWW4492O6d3ZYCOJiAQv6y2KZj30dN7jA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTIsSl2DknPJ5UqMyNOZ5xsYr3m_rWW4492O6d3ZYCOJiAQv6y2KZj30dN7jA" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ebay is selling the Black Glitter version for USD$177. It's more than half the price.&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/-gHff10MKcdA/Txzks-Un4hI/AAAAAAAAReg/cjSxEarQ12g/s1600/furla-candy-bag-glitter-argento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHff10MKcdA/Txzks-Un4hI/AAAAAAAAReg/cjSxEarQ12g/s320/furla-candy-bag-glitter-argento.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT IT JUST CAN'T COMPARE WITH THE RED GLITTER!!!&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;Wanted the Brown version with skin, but felt that the Red was more outstanding and the brown felt duller in contrast. PLUS! It's freaking SGD550!!&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://www.dfashionidea.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Furla-Candy-Bags-Collection-Spring-Summer-2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.dfashionidea.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Furla-Candy-Bags-Collection-Spring-Summer-2012.jpg" width="320" /&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;ARGH!!!!&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'm gonna get my hands on it, no matter what!&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;Or maybe I should sleep on it and think if I still love it.&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;Perhaps it's a one night stand.&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;/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://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSR2jQDDI5ZcILPojrvAvtXKqBy2pntIZ3WKPRL1LFQXsu9XsBTPMIMbP5fvw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSR2jQDDI5ZcILPojrvAvtXKqBy2pntIZ3WKPRL1LFQXsu9XsBTPMIMbP5fvw" /&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;i&gt;And then, there is still the Birkin...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyone with SGD10,000 to spare?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;"&lt;/i&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/94873257032111662-874940203792767931?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/874940203792767931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=874940203792767931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/874940203792767931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/874940203792767931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/03/im-in-love-with-red-glitter-furla.html' title='Bag lust over bag 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHff10MKcdA/Txzks-Un4hI/AAAAAAAAReg/cjSxEarQ12g/s72-c/furla-candy-bag-glitter-argento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6222191591626662499</id><published>2012-02-28T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T02:45:35.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tragic disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll never have to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exam ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to work hard for my future- our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My savings have finally run dry and D is literally taking care of me now. I'm glad I've decided to move on in my career, because I've picked up what I could, and I need money now to survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me the drive and the perseverance to pull through and achieve what I'm meant to achieve. As always, I leave my life in your hands. &lt;br /&gt;And I can't thank You enough for my Aircon worshipping cute as hell, sweet and so amazingly telepathic boyfriend! I pray for acceptance of him into my family and mine in his. If it is meant to be, please Lord, take it easy on us! I thank you once again in Jesus' name! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-6222191591626662499?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/6222191591626662499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6222191591626662499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6222191591626662499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6222191591626662499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/tragic-disappointment.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-9101440684951139705</id><published>2012-02-25T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T02:53:20.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwned, bitch!</title><content type='html'>Queen Bitch took Father Figure's (He was snoring so damn loudly. And only the Queen Bitch wakes at unholy hours to drink water and text trashy insults.) phone and sent me this shit, only to receive my reply and barge into me room to see me asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinsy: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Bitch: 0&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2yho5tfPTzo/T0fcnQozVaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/evsUhNSVJ80/s640/blogger-image--1273461230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2yho5tfPTzo/T0fcnQozVaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/evsUhNSVJ80/s640/blogger-image--1273461230.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/94873257032111662-9101440684951139705?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/9101440684951139705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=9101440684951139705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9101440684951139705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9101440684951139705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/pwned-bitch.html' title='Pwned, bitch!'/><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/-2yho5tfPTzo/T0fcnQozVaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/evsUhNSVJ80/s72-c/blogger-image--1273461230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6701351099009563683</id><published>2012-02-24T03:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T02:53:06.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Every moment spent without you, I spend it thinking of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to head to school today for revision but I lost my bloody sense of direction and got lost in Singapore's MRT tracks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl came to my rescue but he lost the mood for school when he realized almost half the class was in school mugging. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates clusterfuckery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I hate noise when I'm mugging.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to Great World City's TCC for dinner ( they raised prices and changed the menu. The pasta no longer taste as good and their teas have cheapened in quality. What used to be a nice pot even after three top ups now taste like water after one and a half.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. We did some note consolidation and strategized our exam question plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 alone time with D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: He paid for my dental! YAY!!!&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/94873257032111662-6701351099009563683?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/6701351099009563683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6701351099009563683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6701351099009563683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6701351099009563683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/every-moment-spent-without-you-i-spend.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-9211005250343345580</id><published>2012-02-21T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T02:17:54.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTM EPISODE 90210</title><content type='html'>Please let this happiness last. I don't want this to ever end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't break my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually whenever I see him or his pictures on my phone, I feel like I'm the luckiest girl alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I think good things are too good to be true, and maybe this is just an evil prank for whichever reason to get back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe one day when I wake up, it will all disappear like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've yet to experience good long lasting relationships before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the guy being too nice out of guilt, or I'll do something stupid to fuck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this time, it's both?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling again...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-9211005250343345580?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/9211005250343345580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=9211005250343345580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9211005250343345580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9211005250343345580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/ttm-episode-90210.html' title='TTM EPISODE 90210'/><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-3326155868706023511</id><published>2012-02-21T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T01:57:54.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blanked out at the exam hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please, let me pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like it when people don't know how to respect people's beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may talk about people and their over zealous behaviors towards religion but please don't insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please, enlighten their shallow minds and not let misguided lost sheeps tarnish your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3326155868706023511?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/3326155868706023511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3326155868706023511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3326155868706023511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3326155868706023511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/blanked-out-at-exam-hall.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-1762319250577811380</id><published>2012-02-20T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T03:26:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somedays...</title><content type='html'>Somedays like today, when my hormones rage and surge, I go crazy and think I might lose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whichever stupid reason my overworked brain can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my inability to say his Chinese name right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what tomorrow would bring. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm exhausted. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period cramp better not handicap me this week! I have exams and work to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1762319250577811380?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/1762319250577811380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1762319250577811380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1762319250577811380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1762319250577811380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/somedays.html' title='Somedays...'/><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-5511549054664342617</id><published>2012-02-19T04:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T04:53:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rebuild savings! Squirrel time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, like all bloody squirrels, I forget where my money is stashed and park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I realized I had forgotten my log in pin for my Standard Charted account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay to card refusal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bloody genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad acid reflux from the sambal egg and curry keeping me wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, money drop from sky please? Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5511549054664342617?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/5511549054664342617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5511549054664342617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5511549054664342617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5511549054664342617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/rebuild-savings-squirrel-time-and-yes.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-9132282150041678569</id><published>2012-02-19T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T03:37:08.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this rate, parents I'll never get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers hate me. Fathers think I'm too aloof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just phobic of parents. Especially since mine are such Tormentors, I can only expect others' to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to be wrong, since parents never took a liking to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just elope?! Or just live in with my boyfriend without parents?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...&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/94873257032111662-9132282150041678569?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/9132282150041678569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=9132282150041678569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9132282150041678569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/9132282150041678569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/at-this-rate-parents-ill-never-get.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-1047223388264068759</id><published>2012-02-18T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T03:19:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know your niggling fears, but please trust me, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's coming near to where my heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony here; I have the same fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You allay mine, I'll allay yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all our doubts and reservations to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are two peas in a pod. We live happily nestled together, side by side till the day we die. Connected by that invisible cord of telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-1047223388264068759?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/1047223388264068759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=1047223388264068759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1047223388264068759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/1047223388264068759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-know-your-niggling-fears-but-please.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-2519197918857136103</id><published>2012-02-18T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T01:34:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hi, I know you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made him order at Fei Fei Wanton Mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He over ordered like how I usually do. And for two, we ate $25 worth of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a tiny surprise, and bought me this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was worried when I saw his unhappy face. He was so stressed from work, it bothered me😭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hug away every bit of stress and discontent in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the best thing he can do right now is to find a better job that fits him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in the wrong environment for him to grow in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is always said in recruitment, "Right Fit" is necessary for a person to grow in any corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he does not fit into that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, please land D with a career that truly fits him so that he may enjoy his work. Amen!!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hl3iO-Z3GQ8/Tz6PvkF7UwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/3KyVobcHBxE/s640/blogger-image-1118406800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hl3iO-Z3GQ8/Tz6PvkF7UwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/3KyVobcHBxE/s640/blogger-image-1118406800.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/-JpWS_nsmiqY/Tz6PwfEoc2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/MnWiSCBFwmc/s640/blogger-image--2102719410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JpWS_nsmiqY/Tz6PwfEoc2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/MnWiSCBFwmc/s640/blogger-image--2102719410.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/94873257032111662-2519197918857136103?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/2519197918857136103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2519197918857136103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2519197918857136103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2519197918857136103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-hi-i-know-youre-reading-this.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/-hl3iO-Z3GQ8/Tz6PvkF7UwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/3KyVobcHBxE/s72-c/blogger-image-1118406800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-3296010180815310871</id><published>2012-02-17T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T01:21:26.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He bought me tuna to last the week, when I told him I had run out of tuna at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;💗💗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest boyfriend ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think too much. But he has never failed to allay my fears so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine life without him now, because he has opened up my heart for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without him, my heart would be a gaping hole henceforth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, thank you for putting him into my life. Thank you for answering my prayers. Thank you Lord! Amen!!&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/94873257032111662-3296010180815310871?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/3296010180815310871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3296010180815310871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3296010180815310871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3296010180815310871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/he-bought-me-tuna-to-last-week-when-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-8803021331513069643</id><published>2012-02-16T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T02:14:42.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's dead asleep now, but I'm still awake and smiling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He panicked today and bought me plastic flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so stupid when he did that, it's cute as hell. Just like how he splashed a cup of water on me when he saw me at Ivan's 21st Party and panicked cuz he had no idea how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he waited at my void deck and gave me a bunch of plastic flowers because the florist had run out of flowers and he had no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he grabbed the fake flowers as a last resort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he didn't blow a bomb on it. Cuz the money could have been used to do other things or saved up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry. But his silliness has more than made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D, ilyfna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still thank god for you each day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8803021331513069643?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/8803021331513069643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8803021331513069643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8803021331513069643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8803021331513069643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/hes-dead-asleep-now-but-im-still-awake.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-8639438482058924622</id><published>2012-02-15T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:32:57.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't see the point in feeling guilty and sorry and telling me about it when nothing is done to salvage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please shove your lip service up your arse and save your sorry, guilty bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and their never ending bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Valentine's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8639438482058924622?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/8639438482058924622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8639438482058924622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8639438482058924622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8639438482058924622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-really-dont-see-point-in-feeling.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-6524188349401179195</id><published>2012-02-14T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T00:10:39.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>\(^_^)/ &lt;3</title><content type='html'>The deepest love I aim to keep, &lt;br /&gt;Is that from yours, in it's purest state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms, my safest sanctuary, &lt;br /&gt;Come what may, calamity or peace,&lt;br /&gt;I know in you, my confidante, no words need to be said and you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed, truly blessed to have you, my dear; on this day, I'm glad you are my one true Valentine.&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/94873257032111662-6524188349401179195?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/6524188349401179195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6524188349401179195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6524188349401179195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6524188349401179195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='\(^_^)/ &amp;lt;3'/><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-7335540636205671795</id><published>2012-02-13T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T01:14:51.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He bought me Acnes pimple stick thingy today for my exploding forehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have to tell him for him to buy it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me can fare home after study group again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning our short getaway to Batam next month! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shy, nerdy, quiet, man. I so absolutely love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*\(^o^)/*&lt;3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught me Accounts today. I couldn't help but grin like an idiot as he taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love him so much!&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/94873257032111662-7335540636205671795?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/7335540636205671795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7335540636205671795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7335540636205671795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7335540636205671795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/he-bought-me-acnes-pimple-stick-thingy.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-2635947120718771432</id><published>2012-02-12T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T01:43:04.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Dentist!</title><content type='html'>I brought D to the dentist today! I'm so damn proud of myself! Because I'm the only person, other than his mom, who has managed to bring him to the dentist to get his teeth checked and cleaned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire day with him and I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shielded me with a bigass umbrella today! And bought me plasters for my face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he brought down the shades in the car before I went in, so that sun won't scar me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the UV rays still got to me cuz my wound darkened. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at him napping and stroking his hair while he snoozes... Comforting and satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ~( ^ . ^ )// (￣▽,￣)Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ce1NR8DmNdI/TzapYMVgaOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/fMTPUgpecQs/s640/blogger-image-586326862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ce1NR8DmNdI/TzapYMVgaOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/fMTPUgpecQs/s640/blogger-image-586326862.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/94873257032111662-2635947120718771432?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/2635947120718771432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2635947120718771432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2635947120718771432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2635947120718771432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-dentist.html' title='To the Dentist!'/><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://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ce1NR8DmNdI/TzapYMVgaOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/fMTPUgpecQs/s72-c/blogger-image-586326862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-6779521541279754023</id><published>2012-02-11T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:59:14.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you. I don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look damn hot in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU PLEASE SCREAM TAI TAI?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had laser surgery to remove the mole on my nose bridge today. Didn't hurt much. Just the off putting smell of burnt flesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to stay indoors for the next few weekends and stay away from the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D better shield me from the sun if not I'll freak out if it bloody hell grows back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;💜&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lh3m4yLj7Lo/TzVa8SqI5II/AAAAAAAAAtA/QOOZ293oEF0/s640/blogger-image--28713603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lh3m4yLj7Lo/TzVa8SqI5II/AAAAAAAAAtA/QOOZ293oEF0/s640/blogger-image--28713603.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/94873257032111662-6779521541279754023?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/6779521541279754023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6779521541279754023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6779521541279754023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6779521541279754023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lh3m4yLj7Lo/TzVa8SqI5II/AAAAAAAAAtA/QOOZ293oEF0/s72-c/blogger-image--28713603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-2901235105564826082</id><published>2012-02-10T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T01:56:26.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You cheer me up when I'm down. You make the effort to see me when I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without family support, I'm glad you're here with me to support me through this hard time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just worried that I'm too damn expensive to take care of. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll scold me cuz I'm thinking too much, inception style but you can't deny there is truth in it. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved Outback Steakhouse today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender juicy steak done medium rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed feeding you. It makes me happy stuffing you up. ^_^¥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love indulging in my favourite activity with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anything else. Just a meal and some alone time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for Darrie. He's the best thing that has happened to me so far, after all that unhappiness and disappointment and slip ups in my past relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly thankful for him. Just don't make him a NATO-er. I despise that. I know he's a man of his words. But as with all men, time makes them too comfortable and soon they only give lip service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who does not honor his words hold no respect in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TTM-ing again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you! Amen!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gr8dheZYS_0/TzQHgXha-4I/AAAAAAAAAs4/n18xjq7S_ww/s640/blogger-image-653370390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gr8dheZYS_0/TzQHgXha-4I/AAAAAAAAAs4/n18xjq7S_ww/s640/blogger-image-653370390.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/94873257032111662-2901235105564826082?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/2901235105564826082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2901235105564826082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2901235105564826082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2901235105564826082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-cheer-me-up-when-im-down.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/-gr8dheZYS_0/TzQHgXha-4I/AAAAAAAAAs4/n18xjq7S_ww/s72-c/blogger-image-653370390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-721369863061562665</id><published>2012-02-09T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:46:00.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never get tired of staring at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've tendered my resignation. Can't wait to start another phase of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all these while, this is what I'm really meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be my guide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-721369863061562665?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/721369863061562665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=721369863061562665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/721369863061562665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/721369863061562665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/never-get-tired-of-staring-at-him.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-4193074826439020935</id><published>2012-02-08T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T01:54:49.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When he sings, my heart melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please don't let this stop.&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/94873257032111662-4193074826439020935?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/4193074826439020935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4193074826439020935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4193074826439020935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4193074826439020935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-he-sings-my-heart-melts.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-3810545356257446837</id><published>2012-02-06T03:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T03:59:46.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The value of you,&lt;br /&gt;No one can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something special only known between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the one who appreciates, treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love, forever be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cheese. And Daryl. And vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cheesy, easily jealous dragon. &lt;br /&gt;&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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-3810545356257446837?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/3810545356257446837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=3810545356257446837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3810545356257446837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/3810545356257446837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/value-of-you-no-one-can-see.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-2930061319349826671</id><published>2012-02-06T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:38:45.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skipped a movie even though we had bought tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because time was better off spent talking than just staring at a screen together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tea and talking beats window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the cool night air beats squeezing in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did shitloads of walking today. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without a car, it's enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him go for facial today and his face was cleaned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make his face better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not good at planning dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do the planning next time and he can take care of the logistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But next week on we will have to start mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are looming and my head is full of swooning hearts to concentrate in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must pull through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Please make me a tai tai and make sure Daryl makes it big for my sake. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's the one for me, then please make it easy for us in life so that I may get married soon. AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of ways to introduce him to the Tormentors but I think if he's the one, when there is no way, God will make one for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-2930061319349826671?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/2930061319349826671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=2930061319349826671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2930061319349826671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/2930061319349826671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/skipped-movie-even-though-we-had-bought.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-5806867680671329737</id><published>2012-02-05T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T01:37:27.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS GETTING HOTTER AND IM GETTING CRAZIER OVER HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I'm a genius man sculptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All man in my hands get well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has nice defined biceps and abs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoon*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5806867680671329737?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/5806867680671329737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5806867680671329737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5806867680671329737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5806867680671329737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/screams-he-is-getting-hotter-and-im.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-6873918822011878996</id><published>2012-02-04T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:14:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chi Ching complimented my nails yesterday during the test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually she compliments my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she has never complimented me on my Econs results. &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/94873257032111662-6873918822011878996?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/6873918822011878996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6873918822011878996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6873918822011878996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6873918822011878996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/chi-ching-complimented-my-nails.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-8477849893508821330</id><published>2012-02-04T09:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:10:05.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siao Liao. Self destructive thoughts creeping into me head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some serious reaffirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my nightmare will never come true and you'll stand up for me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my brain has really gone into over drive, thinking way too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-8477849893508821330?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/8477849893508821330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=8477849893508821330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8477849893508821330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/8477849893508821330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/siao-liao_04.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-5966041585831128360</id><published>2012-02-04T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:53:28.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siao Liao. Self destructive thoughts creeping into me head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some serious reaffirmation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-5966041585831128360?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/5966041585831128360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5966041585831128360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5966041585831128360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5966041585831128360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/siao-liao.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-6417041236448352703</id><published>2012-02-04T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T01:58:23.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take more pictures with him. He looked absolutely delectable today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE KISSED ME IN CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally in love with my muscle relaxant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had supper at 126 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much and puked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blurgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too old for over eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried not to over order but I think we were still stuffed in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for me to make him quit smoking would be equivalent to relationship suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many times in past relationships that it is with trepidation and dread that it is an eventuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if he doesn't stop, I'll prolly die earlier than him of lung cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LUNGS ARE 33 YEARS OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a life time of secondhand smoke and my self destructive tendencies, out of frustration I'll just suck in second hand smoke and hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I fucking do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL ME ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toofuckingselfdrstructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thishastostop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8zVnpKp2DXo/TywgPa1DaCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Bw0WqdhqZMY/s640/blogger-image-1106239789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8zVnpKp2DXo/TywgPa1DaCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Bw0WqdhqZMY/s640/blogger-image-1106239789.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/94873257032111662-6417041236448352703?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/6417041236448352703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=6417041236448352703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6417041236448352703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/6417041236448352703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/him.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/-8zVnpKp2DXo/TywgPa1DaCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Bw0WqdhqZMY/s72-c/blogger-image-1106239789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7858140559363019305</id><published>2012-02-01T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:53:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love him so much. It's so damn wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That amazing chemistry. Unexplainable telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94873257032111662-7858140559363019305?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/7858140559363019305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7858140559363019305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7858140559363019305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7858140559363019305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-him-so-much.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-7198182618668447751</id><published>2012-02-01T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:23:22.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One simply can't compare what you see outside with what connects us so deeply inside. &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/94873257032111662-7198182618668447751?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/7198182618668447751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7198182618668447751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7198182618668447751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7198182618668447751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-simply-cant-compare-what-you-see.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-283452913607452705</id><published>2012-02-01T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T01:39:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WV5mvTBYqGI/TygnO34spGI/AAAAAAAAAso/0zYCkmHIzc8/s640/blogger-image--729001883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WV5mvTBYqGI/TygnO34spGI/AAAAAAAAAso/0zYCkmHIzc8/s640/blogger-image--729001883.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/94873257032111662-283452913607452705?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/283452913607452705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=283452913607452705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/283452913607452705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/283452913607452705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/02/meant-to-be.html' title='Meant to be.'/><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/-WV5mvTBYqGI/TygnO34spGI/AAAAAAAAAso/0zYCkmHIzc8/s72-c/blogger-image--729001883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><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 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=4631495556248948372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4631495556248948372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/4631495556248948372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2012/01/hes-asleep-and-im-eating-my-hangover.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/-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. HAPPINESS MAX!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fMuUu_QgYgI/TugC9TlD7EI/AAAAAAAAArY/SGjZMThwNJw/s640/blogger-image--1265911530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fMuUu_QgYgI/TugC9TlD7EI/AAAAAAAAArY/SGjZMThwNJw/s640/blogger-image--1265911530.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/94873257032111662-5696706085343147897?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/5696706085343147897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=5696706085343147897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5696706085343147897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/5696706085343147897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/12/bangkok-scuffle.html' title='Bangkok scuffle.'/><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/-fMuUu_QgYgI/TugC9TlD7EI/AAAAAAAAArY/SGjZMThwNJw/s72-c/blogger-image--1265911530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94873257032111662.post-7195953022059323073</id><published>2011-12-08T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T01:13:03.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving is cheaper than cabbing, provided the car is free and requires no maintenance.</title><content type='html'>Had an interview at Depot Road today, at MINDEF. 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 rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94873257032111662&amp;postID=7753220011782300247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7753220011782300247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94873257032111662/posts/default/7753220011782300247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitches-and-screams.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.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-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></feed>
