<?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-1223209731855038661</id><updated>2012-01-19T11:27:27.887+08:00</updated><category term='This is a so called friendship this person means.'/><category term='Pms and dumb ass.'/><category term='Bad day/ Happy day.'/><category term='Goodbye t my friend albert. God will protect u on th road t find him..'/><category term='Family like HIM'/><category term='White Lion- Never Let You Go'/><category term='Loves that never dies.'/><category term='Through Glass Lyrics.'/><category term='I don&apos;t treasure.'/><category term='How long? How long more can you please tell me.'/><category term='Mood swing.'/><category term='I love you.'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Let go grudges and happy birthday t me'/><category term='BAD MOOD ARGH'/><category term='Brainless People Living In SINGAPORE'/><category term='My friendships and some fucked up assholes.'/><title type='text'>TELL ME THERE'S ETERNITY</title><subtitle type='html'>What's eternity, lies, fairy tales, dreams</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7697468676866996540</id><published>2009-06-09T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:11:38.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIFTED</title><content type='html'>Shifted t annaloveeesss.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7697468676866996540?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7697468676866996540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7697468676866996540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7697468676866996540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7697468676866996540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/06/shifted.html' title='SHIFTED'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-9187302677033958608</id><published>2009-06-07T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:35:15.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that its crazy t be blogging at this time.. But then I'm still wide awake thou I promised &lt;b&gt;DEAR DEAR&lt;/b&gt; that I'll be sleeping early. I really can't get t sleep, and we're meeting in th afternoon t get &lt;b&gt;Ah Chompz(DARLING) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;hahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;joss paper for night time. Hmm .. I'm hungry now, but I forgot t draw cash out I feel like eating Mac's breakfast lor.. Hell, especially th pancakes w sausage! How I wish&lt;b&gt; DEAR DEAR&lt;/b&gt; is awake so we can go have Mac's breakfast. ROAR! Haa, but its okay lar, that day he accompany me once alr. Let him rest this time.. Guess he should be very tired le.. Everyday like that accompany me.. I want t start my make up course, now I'm preparing t go back t studies. I really wants t just have fun w everything now and start t work hard once my course start. Maybe after my make up course I would go for retail marketing or stuff t carry on and work hard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pause for 25mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I was so into facebook's photo till I forgotten I was blogging. Haa! Now its alr 9.14am. I'm damn hungry but still waiting for DEAR DEAR t wake up &amp;amp; go lunch w him instead of eating alone. But he only sleep at 6am hais.. He slept for only 3 hrs. Hmm.. wait till 3 or 4 bah.. That time then he'll wake up. That silly boy don't know sleep till where le.. Should be at la la land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pause 10mins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now I'm going off. Stop blogging for now, do other things haa! See ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-9187302677033958608?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/9187302677033958608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=9187302677033958608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9187302677033958608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9187302677033958608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-that-its-crazy-t-be-blogging-at.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8992636982325486547</id><published>2009-06-06T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:47:06.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry..):</title><content type='html'>Poor me, having an empty stomach now.. I miss those days where grandma's is home where there's food around and can just cook somethings t eat like prata, campbell soup or even cup noodles. ROAR! I'm damn bloody hungry &amp;amp; I'm actually still craving for Mac's breakfast thou 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd I was eating Mac's breakfast. But I'm still craving for it. Haa! I craving for Rojak, Fish &amp;amp; Chip, Chicken Rice, Roti Prata, Roasted duck rice, Swensen's curry chicken baked rice, Hanabi's salmon sashimi, Sushi Tei's salmon mentai &amp;amp; etc etc!! OMG!!~~ Its making me more hungry t think about food now lor.. Hungry.. " A hungry gal, is a angry gal" ):!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On th phone w dear dear.. and my stomach is like *GROWLING GROWLING* WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~ I'm hungry ): I craving for Mac's breakfast now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8992636982325486547?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8992636982325486547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8992636982325486547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8992636982325486547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8992636982325486547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/06/hungry.html' title='Hungry..):'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7027307599321104595</id><published>2009-05-31T05:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:02:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My happy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love today! I love everything happens today! Its just something that I can't forget cze it's all fun &amp;amp; happy. First we went t meet up w Ah Long &amp;amp; his girlf at bugis went t watch *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Night At Th Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;* th 2nd time I watched.. Haa. Tmr going Escape Theme Park w Ah Long &amp;amp; his girlf again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its 6.01am, on th phone w dear dear, kk, I go off le. Tmr blog more w photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7027307599321104595?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7027307599321104595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7027307599321104595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7027307599321104595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7027307599321104595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-happy-day.html' title='My happy day.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7832547533218387278</id><published>2009-05-30T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:50:58.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dears, get over w what's happening and move on find someone better than them.. Not worth cze of them wasting ur tears.. Thou I know is easy t said hard t be done, but I'm always here k? Since I've alr stopped working I will spend my time w u all. Catch up w u babes on th 2nd june k? (: Don't think too much le.. I will be always here &amp;amp; forever here till th day I die.. Remember our promises? Never leave each other when we're upset.. &amp;amp; always be there.. (: I love you gals k? You're all my gal.. (: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7832547533218387278?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7832547533218387278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7832547533218387278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7832547533218387278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7832547533218387278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dears-get-over-w-whats-happening-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8569403402125206079</id><published>2009-05-30T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T04:42:47.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1 month..</title><content type='html'>Today marks our 1 month anniversary together, I know just now I took things too serious till it hurts me thou. But I'm always happy w u.. Not saying this cze u're my current boyf but u really tried t uds me and even whenever I have my little princess attitude u would not throw ur temper neither do u give in, but talk nicely and tell me what's wrong w me. Th past let it go, I don't wish t think about it anymore.. He or she.. I still have t learn t grow up and live w it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what is happening w me. Pms? mood swing? I really don't know.. My tears are falling while writting this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Cassandra; My dear u're welcome for everything.. I can't take him as a friend.. I'm not that strong t overcome everything that has been for th past 1 yr.. Its not that I can't treat him as one. I wanted t.. but I wasn't that strong t overcome everything at one short. Especially th truth aft we ended.. I'm happy w who I am w now.. I really don't wish t get hurt anymore. I felt that I'm no longer that strong t overcome everything so smoothly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys can say two words and end th whole relationship "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO FEELINGS&lt;/span&gt;" everything just collaspe and ended, th book that can't continue writting. But we don't have much of a choice cze we're always on th losing end. It hurts more than anything else when a person has alr fall deeply into u &amp;amp; yet u just push her off th buliding just like that. I'm not picky on u or anything.. cze I know that I doesn't have th rights, but I really uds th pain that she's going thru now. I wish I was her, going thru all this for her.. But I found out that I'm no longer that strong and have th strenght t fight back so much. I just wish t have a simple r/s or even a simple life style. I know people going t say that in this world there's no simple this word in th dictionary. But in my life, yes there is such word, but is whether your partner or urself can bring it t life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything takes 2 hands t clap, if one hand decided t stop.. that's th end of everything. I just hope this is really what both of ur wants. I know my current path is hard t walk.. but I'm willing t show that I'm going t walk over it, and see th light again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8569403402125206079?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8569403402125206079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8569403402125206079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8569403402125206079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8569403402125206079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-1-month.html' title='Our 1 month..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4903371250942946950</id><published>2009-05-29T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:29:51.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream that seems so real..</title><content type='html'>I had a dream, maybe a nightmare or maybe just cze I've thinked too much about th past.. She appeared in my dreams, helping him t get some things done and we pretended we're nothing at all but she found out some pictures that shldn't be seen and she went off running away from it, he chased her, without even thinking how I feels. I left hanging half way w my feelings I cried w all my strenght I felt my heart torn into pieces. I called him but yet he was worried about her more than me.. I asked him t make a choice me or her.. He can't answer me.. So I left th answer empty.. After that Cass called, and I woke up in tears I can feel that my pillow is wet w tears.. I can feel th feeling is so real. Like as thou I'm really going thru it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has alr gotten over, I shouldn't be thinking about it anymore, but today it actually appears in my dreams again about th past. Can't I really let go about th past!? What's most important is th future. I miss everything of my love ones, I really miss.. Not about my ex-boyfs but my family, I miss th complete family even without my dad around me, I miss my grandfather taking us out for breakfast, dinner, supper. I miss him bringing us t th pool while my grandmother actually don't let. I miss th way me and Cassandra snatching him t tell us bedtime stories I miss th way he scold me whenever I asked him t make milo let me drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss th way my great grandma hold me hand t sleep while she's unwell, I miss th way she asked me question about school, I miss th way she's laugh and smile at me cze of my naive thinking. But it was too late.. I let my thoughts run wild when she left. I miss everything about th past when I've got nothing t bother about. Everything was planned for me. But God took back everything from me, cze he knows that I'm a not-so-strong gal. Even till now, I'm still a soft-hearted, not-so-strong, careless, clumsy little gal. I miss I really miss alot of things. I love things it is now, but sometimes if in th past when we knew nothing would be better. I miss those little fights me and Cassandra made while we're young. Suddenly th past hit back into my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather has left cze of his woman outside.. So I've got nothing more t say but I miss th good times when everything was fine. My dad left me for I don't know th reason I don't wish t know either. I felt there's too much things around me t tell me that I've got t be strong in order t protect myself. I've t try t be one and must be one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4903371250942946950?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4903371250942946950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4903371250942946950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4903371250942946950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4903371250942946950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-that-seems-so-real.html' title='A dream that seems so real..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4838587855871528227</id><published>2009-05-24T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:31:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;22.05.09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd went out w Michypan, she was actually lazy t come t east area t find her friends but cze of tampinesONE she came all th way down taking train haa.. Then we went t brought movie tickets &amp;amp; off t tampinesONE sushi tei!!! Cool was missing sushi just nice th right time! Haa. &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/Shgxc6HUhiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/RUoV4zjPN8A/s320/230509-7.jpg.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071730953782818" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/Shgxcmv3Q9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/kT3b_sHO9Hw/s320/230509-6.jpg.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071725755122642" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/ShgxdKsaqcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fvOvOZUZl7E/s320/230509-11.jpg.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071735404341698" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/ShgxdG9DJhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mA2FR0tPK9E/s320/230509-10.jpg.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071734400362002" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/ShgxcwC6IGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/E2TDduNxlmU/s320/230509-9.jpg.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339071728250921058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;23.05.09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up late for work waking up only when Uncle Roger call me up. Haa! Then called baby and ask him whether wants t go out since he also never work. So we wanted t catch movie but ended up it was too late so we went t hongkong cafe and have dinner walk walk around and chit chat awhile before going home. I know th post are getting short, but then I really don't have th mood t blog. But t keeps this blog alive I've got t do so. (: I'm waiting for calls I shall go off waiting &amp;amp; watching tv. Hee! Thanks t Michy for th photos cze I was lazy t take my camera out that day! Haa. Lazy t take pics ley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4838587855871528227?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4838587855871528227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4838587855871528227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4838587855871528227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4838587855871528227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/22.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/Shgxc6HUhiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/RUoV4zjPN8A/s72-c/230509-7.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6393556837487561799</id><published>2009-05-22T03:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:46:57.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我的心不舒服是因为我太爱你。不是因为我生气，我以为我可以克服但我没有你想象的那么勇敢。我只不过是可外表看起来很勇敢的女生。我知道你觉得我很小气可是我怕我怕失去你的感觉。&lt;div&gt;亲爱的，我只希望能和你快乐的在一起。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-6393556837487561799?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6393556837487561799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6393556837487561799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6393556837487561799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6393556837487561799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-1031401965650124511</id><published>2009-05-20T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:14:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear all, I decided t leave luxasia this company due t some personal reason. But I'v got t wait till 23rd may. I decided t stop doing sales at th sales floor. Maybe I might want t study sales and marketing then work an office job concerns in sales. Instead of me standing myself at th sales floor suffering w all th back pain and leg pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting t get irritated by my mum's actions saying things like you pour away th water instead of bathing it isit!? I'm like what th fuck. Bath then bath lar, who scare or wat!? Would I be so childish t pour away th water and say I bath it. Fuck it, if this is going t continue I would even bother doing it anymore cze since I've done it but you bloody hell don't believe then ok lor, I'll show it t u that I do as your bloody mind thinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-1031401965650124511?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/1031401965650124511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=1031401965650124511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/1031401965650124511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/1031401965650124511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-all-i-decided-t-leave-luxasia-this.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8592572757901973468</id><published>2009-05-19T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:04:11.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hurt in th spine. I dont know what is happening. I went t th doc cze th past few days th pain was unbearable. Sometimes it can hurts like crazy. ): What is happening t me!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8592572757901973468?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8592572757901973468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8592572757901973468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8592572757901973468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8592572757901973468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-hurt-in-th-spine.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2704924597641930568</id><published>2009-05-10T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:28:18.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thou th journey from Orchard t Tampines seems far 14 stops. But w him accompanying me home carrying his heavy helmet. He never fail t make me laugh at those 14 stops that I'v need t pass by before I could reach Tampines. Thou its a shortly 1 hr I get t see him and having him accompanying me home I'v alr felt happy enough. Its was not a dream it was facts, thou we're going thru hard time now but I willing t walk thru it and turn it t become a smooth and steady road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'v work full shift today but I was happy w what has happen. I love my work I love my family and I love him. Yes, I don't know what is love yet, but from what I'v know is love hurts, but its a thing that makes u hate it after u tried t love it. I know love is no definition t me definition of love is care, concerns, accompany, trust &amp;amp; time t breathe. I willing t give him space cze I know that now if u'r trying t tie someone day th more he'll run. So its time t let it go.. sometimes and pull it back. (: I've move on w what has happened. I just wish things will go smoothly for me.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love t everyone out there, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2704924597641930568?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2704924597641930568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2704924597641930568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2704924597641930568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2704924597641930568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/thou-th-journey-from-orchard-t-tampines.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7454894878413624270</id><published>2009-05-09T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:44:17.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great night thou its only awhile that I meet up w him for dinner. I'v know this 1 week has been tough for both of us &amp;amp; my family. But I really can't recall what has happen t my past 3 weeks. Everything has turn out better now, I know that things are gonna be different from th past but I'll be strong, be th one everybody used t know. Th one that make hell lots of noise yet infront of people she don't know she'll be shy and keep quiet for a time being &amp;amp; always be th one making people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what annabelle should be! I should be th one making people laugh and smile lo cze I told my friends that I'll never be th one crying, crying for weeks for everything cze I'm always th happy one cze I'm th one jumping around without a single tears unless unhappy things has happened. I'll stay strong and face things myself. I will never give up myself and also th chance I have now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7454894878413624270?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7454894878413624270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7454894878413624270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7454894878413624270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7454894878413624270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-great-night-thou-its-only-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4640812435430281947</id><published>2009-05-06T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:13:15.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye t my friend albert. God will protect u on th road t find him..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really feel v hurt I really hope that Uncle Mike recover fast I'm going t see him at th hospital tmr and funeral for albert tmr. I felt sorry if things didn't happen uncle mike won't have become like that. I'm sorry I hurt Uncle Chan, I'm sorry I know u has did alot for me. I really don't want t continue lying or giving away th wrong answer. I want t change t be mature and I really want t calm down &amp;amp; I want t stop crying even if I cry it will be inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert I'll pray for u every single night &amp;amp; hope u can receive th prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps;// Dear God Whom Arts In Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Please protect albert from th path when he's going t meet ur angels &amp;amp; u. I wish t know that u're protecting him th way u protect me this while. Protect uncle mike from his recovery &amp;amp; protect albert on his way t u. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4640812435430281947?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4640812435430281947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4640812435430281947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4640812435430281947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4640812435430281947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-really-feel-v-hurt-i-really-hope-that.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-119255517798342590</id><published>2009-04-28T01:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:39:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Every time our eyes meet &lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside me &lt;br /&gt;Is almost more than I can take &lt;br /&gt;Baby when you touch me &lt;br /&gt;I can feel how much you love me &lt;br /&gt;And it just blows me away &lt;br /&gt;I've never been this close to anyone or anything &lt;br /&gt;I can hear your thoughts &lt;br /&gt;I can see your dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you do what you do &lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you &lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting better &lt;br /&gt;I want to spend the rest of my life &lt;br /&gt;With you by my side &lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever &lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm amazed by you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin &lt;br /&gt;The taste of your kiss &lt;br /&gt;The way you whisper in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Your hair all around me &lt;br /&gt;Baby you surround me &lt;br /&gt;You touch every place in my heart &lt;br /&gt;Oh, it feels like the first time, every time &lt;br /&gt;I want to spend the whole night in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do &lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you &lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting better &lt;br /&gt;I want to spend the rest of my life &lt;br /&gt;With you by my side &lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever &lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do &lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm amazed by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very first post for today, I've got a heart t heart talk t bro cze I message him and told him I'm very stress up w things around me and he's such a best bro I'v ever got he listen t my naggings all th way from 1030 up t 12am and he supposed t meet up w his friend but he ended up sending me t orchard then back t sengkang again. But I love his damn bike lor, I know its under Honda he told me most people call it a Ice Cream bike because of th sound coming out from th bike. I'm meeting him for dinner tmr.. Hmmmm, training at paya laber tmr at 10am! Sian lar.. kk I shall go sleep alr.. Kk, nights everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps;// Thanks for my beloved brother being there for me for that 1 half hours really make me feels relieves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-119255517798342590?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/119255517798342590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=119255517798342590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/119255517798342590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/119255517798342590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-time-our-eyes-meet-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7884869626230545343</id><published>2009-04-27T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:35:58.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I wish I'm th one but sad t say I'm not. I feel v sad thou but what can I request for more? Th more I hope for th harder I fall. Kor suddenly msg me and ask about me he told me he misses me.. Haha, I miss him thou but its hard for us t meet now a days but he's at lucky working.. so tomorrow might go down and look for him. I'm going down t Isetan scotts tmr also cze I've got t buy frag from diesel for Michelle. I'm sian, I'm tired I want t let th stress down my hair.. But nobody uds how it feels. Neither do they stop nagging at me. Sometimes how I wish I can cry my heart out and feel better th next day but it turn out t be worse cze sometime it leads t quarreling w BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see people w a genius smile on their face, I felt that they're lucky.. but it might different from me.. Sometimes a smile is just fake. I don't know what's happening in my life but I know things are changing, I'm turning sad again. I'm turning back t th past that I dislike. I want th cheerful me back. Why isit this is happening t me!? ALL OVER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me thinks of th past, no matter how happy I'm now.. I think of broken family, broken dreams isit this hurting me thru th heart isit this bullet shot thru my heart.. I'm starting t question myself. I don't know how or who t turn t anymore. I feel like giving up, but I can't.. There's too much things waiting for me t do. Save me! It seems like I'm falling from high above again. I can't pretend anymore then me what t do. I don't want people t pity me, I don't want t feel this way. But I've got t... Tears just fall from that eyes again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7884869626230545343?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7884869626230545343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7884869626230545343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7884869626230545343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7884869626230545343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-wish-im-th-one-but-sad-t-say-im.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4998333519372090106</id><published>2009-04-26T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:26:19.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way back into love.</title><content type='html'>I've been living w a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping w a cloud above my head&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in th past I can't seems t move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just incase if I needed them again some day&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;T clear a little space in th conrners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want t do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it thru without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but th stars refuse t shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see th signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got t be something for my soul somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone t shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just t get me thru th light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open t your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want t do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it thru without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in th end.&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels th way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want t do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it thru without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart t you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what t do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me t start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in th end.&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn upset, damn unhappy, damn stress. I don't know what went wrong I just felt th whole world is against me. I just felt that I need a break I just felt its time t let things go w th flow, but its so hard too. How I wish I just drop dead and die, I'm tired of handling things like that. I'm real tired. I wonder how t control my feelings sometimes while working tears would just flow down from my eyes drip on my hand. I just wish that feeling will be gone soon. Even on my off I wish I can just fly t other country and forever don't return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not th worst one yet there's lots more people might be going thru th same situation or even worse. I'v got no rights t complain, even if I do who cares? Who asked? Some might even think its normal or me taking things too serious. I need a long break v v long break.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahjong session just now. Fun cze I didn't lose but neither did I win alot I only won 10 cent. Haha, not bad alr k? Long time since I've got in touch w Mahjong. Well tmr has t go back t work after my whole day of off. Run under th rain and I felt that th stress I have has gone down th drain.. Felt so much better after that run under th rain w BB, Rei &amp;amp; Cass. Just cze we went for lunch and get some stuff. I had a great day today I had fun today.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4998333519372090106?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4998333519372090106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4998333519372090106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4998333519372090106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4998333519372090106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way back into love.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7184772569337103800</id><published>2009-04-24T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:14:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a great day for sales man! I'v opened 800+ for my bill t cover yesterday for 5 bloody brands for not opening ley! Stress lor yesterday but lucky today DF &amp;amp; CK is better. Not bad not bad, tomorrow will be better man! Haha, sian I'v t work w th butch till Koren is back, I'm starting t hate her yet find her poor thing sometimes when we ignore her and let her t lunch when we go in a group. I think I shall not be so cruel (: I'll try t be nice I promise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting pay on th 28th!!! YAY! I'm lovin' it! Haha, money money money. Wants t buy a longchamp bag for granny on mother's day and maybe hong bao for mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7184772569337103800?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7184772569337103800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7184772569337103800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7184772569337103800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7184772569337103800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-great-day-for-sales-man-iv-opened.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8502546765278206432</id><published>2009-04-20T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:50:23.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WooHoo! last day at promo. This is th best promotion ever at Raffles city, 2 days in a row sales was BEST! Cze never open bill at all at promotion area. Haha, today alot of things happened at Isetan Scotts cze Koren starts her nonsense t th new gal at Isetan, well I'v went thru that I'v high percentage leaving Isetan scotts but don't know when. But I'll be sad cze I'm leaving Nina, Sam, Shida, Jing Pei &amp;amp; Shirley th best kakis I ever had. Its a gift that God has given t me, haha I heard th butch complained t Feli that Koren scolded her. Just because th butch Drew ask Shaina about some products. Well, like what Jing Pei told me on th phone "Who will want t talk t her when she always shouting at you'll". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou Jing Pei said that is good t leave Isetan Scotts cze I don't have t hear what Koren nag and shout about, but I'v alr had feelings in there, especially w you all this colleagues. Such t fun t hang out and have fun w. Things are different at other counters I still love Isetan Scotts no matter what. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PM sam on facebook no replies from him lar. Irritating, hahaha but I miss working w him, his such a fun person t be w lar. Haha I miss everything in scotts just wish I can stay there forever lar but without Koren's shouting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8502546765278206432?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8502546765278206432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8502546765278206432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8502546765278206432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8502546765278206432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/woohoo-last-day-at-promo.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4665919124017962805</id><published>2009-04-16T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:50:43.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired w work.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired w working, not saying that I wants t quit but then I find I'm starting t get irritated w th old aunties at work. Especially ***** thou, but sometimes Ju has been scolding me for no reasons also. Like today she'v asked me t fax DF's PO t office so she asked me t press speed dial but then I'v t press 2 times t get t my office number. Th first one is hers, before I could press th 2nd time on th speed dial buttons she say " ah gal! I tell u alr wat, 5995 is yours th other one is mine." I can't be bothered and scream back at her that I pressed th correct one alr. I'm sick and tired w people doing things without opening their fucking eyes big enough and also start nagging at me when I know what t do. I'm damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You senior, yes but doesn't mean I don't know anything about fax, computer and stuff. I'm not that dumb, I know how t deal w things like that. I'm tired. I'm going Raffles City tmr for promotion. Wish me good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4665919124017962805?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4665919124017962805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4665919124017962805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4665919124017962805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4665919124017962805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-tired-w-work.html' title='I&apos;m so tired w work.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-344407037084994949</id><published>2009-04-14T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:44:43.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it</title><content type='html'>I hate it whenever people actuallys bring a phone but yet don't pick up th phone, I can't fucking stand it. I'm damn bloody moody I'm having a very bad day I don't know where I stand anymore. I felt tired, I felt I can't be strong anymore. I don't know how t face it facts anymore. I'm falling down once again I don't know what t do w life anymore. I find that I'm alr not important not who I am. I'm no longer th cheerful gal w th eye t eye smile but a eye telling people that I don't know what's th meaning of life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile has disappear I don't know I feels so terrible I don't know why too. I'm really tired. Very tired. I don't know what does life means anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Depress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-344407037084994949?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/344407037084994949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=344407037084994949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/344407037084994949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/344407037084994949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-it.html' title='I hate it'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-9100062977335735472</id><published>2009-04-13T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:26:10.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its normal t have arguements.</title><content type='html'>This post is supposedly for my dearest Cassandra and her boyf. Its normal for a couple t quarrel, but sometimes when you get angry for t long it might become a big problem after that. Sometimes relationship is not perfect like what th tv advertisement said " sometimes is th imperfections makes things perfect." So appreciate and be thankful for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried on th 25th &amp;amp; 26th there'll be part timer coming t my counter t take over Koren for a week. I'm worried that he would not turn up for work and I'll have t work full shifts. Ayu asked Fiqqi t station back at paragon due t th 20% in metro paragon so Daniel will be back at isten scotts. WORRIED!! I'm also worried about going back t work tmr cze I didn't open bill for Davidoff but ended up Sam telling Koren that we'v opened bill. Shit max!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss baby, cze he's working and I'm at cassandra's house blogging. Haha. Okay, tmr starting work alr. Morning shifts some more. =P Shall go off now and take train back home. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-9100062977335735472?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/9100062977335735472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=9100062977335735472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9100062977335735472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9100062977335735472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-normal-t-have-arguements.html' title='Its normal t have arguements.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4038387331747672005</id><published>2009-04-10T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:08:55.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full shifts kills.</title><content type='html'>Full shifts today ley.. Shag max, and lucky tmr I'm working afternoon if not I'll going t be dead. As usual I woke up and went t work in th morning and always waiting for afternoon shifts t arrive. But end up when I called Alret guess what he said? He said, I quit working alr ley so I won't be coming today. Then Sam &amp;amp; I tried t called Felicia and ask her who will be coming down but end up I'v t worked full shifts cze nobody is coming down and nobody informed me, Koren, Sam or counter and left us t death. So end up I worked full fun but really damn tiring. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked full shifts around 8.45pm Felicia message me and asked me tmr what shifts will I be working so I told her afternoon and she asked me was I able t work morning I was like "huh....erm.. I'm very tired ley then tmr working full again ar..". Then I called her and tell her Sam &amp;amp; Nina working morning then me &amp;amp; Div C's full timer coming t take over also. So most importantly th part timer must come on saturday or sunday. But she still send th part timer in tmr for mid shifts. But at least nobody has t work full or what. We'r short of man power man. Super short of man power. Cze, Koren on leave t Genting then Shania during promotion. Counter left Sam, Juliana, Nina &amp;amp; Me.. So we'r uber short of man power. I'm so tired .. my eyes are closing.................. -_-ZzzzzZzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzz Nightszzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4038387331747672005?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4038387331747672005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4038387331747672005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4038387331747672005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4038387331747672005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/full-shifts-kills.html' title='Full shifts kills.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8641014506692541327</id><published>2009-04-09T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:48:48.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Th maid that abuses th 3 years old kid.</title><content type='html'>I never felt my heart aches that much whenever I see my cousins got beaten by th mum when they did something wrong. But when I saw th video that was posted online about th maid that abuses one 3 years old gal my heart aches like tears are squeezing out from my eyes. Forever in my life I'll never hand my kids over t any maids even through how experience they are. I imagine that's my own beloved cousins or my own kid I'll make sure I'll kill th maid cze its a kid whatever she do there's always a excuses t forgive her. But you're just a bloody maid a bloody servant. I really hate maids. Thou they are helpful but I'll swear I'll never hand my kids over t any maid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really pity th 3 years old gal, poor gal. How I wish I was there how I wish that th maid just go out get bang by a car and never ever come back t any maid agency anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8641014506692541327?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8641014506692541327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8641014506692541327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8641014506692541327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8641014506692541327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/th-maid-that-abuses-th-3-years-old-kid.html' title='Th maid that abuses th 3 years old kid.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-531070168641413596</id><published>2009-04-05T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:45:58.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SdjObEhcfWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QNHzPz2uEf0/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SdjObEhcfWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QNHzPz2uEf0/s320/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321229924204051810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired~ I've got no time for cam-whoring anymore, I'm so busy at work I don't have off on this 1 week till next sunday &amp;amp; monday. No time for anything, even my wii. I haven't been touching it from th day I started work till now. Even no time for tv but before sleeps I still take out a little time for computers and tv. I miss those days where I'm at home doing nothing or going michelle's house. But its hard cze I'm alr working. Today I talked t th RL's gal and guess what? She told me about Koren. Haha, she was saying that Koren keeps snatching customer from me and how am I going t make sales. But I'm starting t love afternoon shifts even thou its tiring but at least I still got night time t open sales not like Koren keep snatching my sales. Stop talking about her anymore. Sickening person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went t meet up w Cindy baby that day. She had moto accident so she walked like ah ma like that. Haha, I miss those days in Kenzo working w Coco, Michypan and Felicia cze th rest I never work w before. Hahaha, not I've t work w a group of older than me at least 7 years feels so weird. ): But well, its okay everything is fine but sometimes older people are more sensitive so whenever I speaks I must think twice. Well, ok I'm going off alr I'm starting t get sleepy. Worked afternoon today &amp;amp; TOMORROW MORNING~!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-531070168641413596?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/531070168641413596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=531070168641413596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/531070168641413596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/531070168641413596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-ive-got-no-time-for-cam-whoring.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SdjObEhcfWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/QNHzPz2uEf0/s72-c/DSC01293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2969393641545332317</id><published>2009-04-02T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:12:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally my off day!!</title><content type='html'>I'm angry after th phone call but whenever I explain t him, he'll always say work is important. Yes, I know work is important but then don't have t work your ass off till 3am in th morning right? I mean is like unfair t me, like saturday I'm working morning shifts then how hard for me t work morning shifts where u got no work on that day itself ley moreover you're like doing your cousin's tattoo on Sunday which is my off day. So did you make anytime for me?? I tried t make time for us but it seems like you're adding so much things into those date where I'm free. I find it unfair t me. I wait for you end work no matter how tired I am cze I want t spend quality time w you but you doesn't seems t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know lar, I feel as if you don't treat me important at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2969393641545332317?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2969393641545332317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2969393641545332317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2969393641545332317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2969393641545332317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-my-off-day.html' title='Finally my off day!!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3400544653085554977</id><published>2009-04-01T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:37:21.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stand th auntie on th same sales floor as me and its my PARTNER!!! OMG! I don't wish t elaborate much about it cze I find th stories is too long!!! She just an unreasonable person. Sometimes she is nice but sometimes she'll just find her very very unreasonable! I took out all th crystal on my phone and I broke my nails*sob sob*. I love my phone now thou th blink-blings are gone but at least it not as messy as it looks anymore. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mid-full today was tiring cze Nina &amp;amp; Juliana wasn't around one R/O and one MC. So I worked w Gary till 930pm ended up opening most of th sales in Burberry, Bvlgari. But did open DF but only one CK didn't get a chance t open today cze give it t Gary so I took Burberry Bvlgari and DF. My feets are hurting badly this few days due t long hours and continuous days of standing. But its worth it cze my commission not very bad. And I find that Paul &amp;amp; Joe's girl's are quite unfriendly, you smile at them, they will pretend that they never see when they are actually eye contacting w you. 2 of them are alright but not th shirley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam has been making me laugh like crazy when I'm working afternoon shifts w him. He's damn funny thru out our whole afternoon shifts when th counter only left th both of us. He can do funny funny things t make people laugh for no reason. Well, I'm tired alr, I feel like sleep alr. Good night everyone loves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps;/ 18th April 2009 marks th love that we have for 1 year. Love you lots &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps;/ Hoping that sales will be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps;/ 22nd April Happy Birthday t GRANDMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3400544653085554977?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3400544653085554977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3400544653085554977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3400544653085554977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3400544653085554977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-stand-th-auntie-on-th-same-sales.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-667760986619919035</id><published>2009-03-28T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:19:26.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/Sc4iNTpDcRI/AAAAAAAAAgk/txTezsjeqWA/s1600-h/P25-02-09_18.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/Sc4iNTpDcRI/AAAAAAAAAgk/txTezsjeqWA/s320/P25-02-09_18.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318225821977243922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Center Point thou I hate th management there, but I miss th good times in Kenzo &amp;amp; th environment there now at Isetan Scotts is better but then th environment there really hard t get along w th staff. I had a very bad day today. It was my 3rd day of work since I've been thru 3 days of MC's. But guess what happen? I reached counter earlier than anyone is but some people just don't appreciate it but still order me t do things. Well, I know I'm new I should know what t do but what not t do. &amp;amp; she told me not t snatch people's customer but she snatched mine! What th hell right? But th customer didn't buy lar, but its still rude when I'm actually serving th customer yet she just cut into our conversation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thinks that I didn't work before, but I actually knows how t do. &amp;amp; she expects me t know all th CK perfumes price when I only work for 3 days. Well, th rest I find that I'm too tired t actually type out what has happened.. So nevermind, I opened 2 bills today 1 Euphoria set and 1 CKIN2U set. So not bad lar, its a weekend. Let's see tomorrow how would it be. (: I'm taking a nap. (: Tired. Morning shift today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-667760986619919035?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/667760986619919035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=667760986619919035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/667760986619919035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/667760986619919035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-center-point-thou-i-hate-th.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/Sc4iNTpDcRI/AAAAAAAAAgk/txTezsjeqWA/s72-c/P25-02-09_18.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5384030257092905911</id><published>2009-03-25T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:38:36.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SckYmUdjwjI/AAAAAAAAAgc/GewgayZW8jQ/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SckYmUdjwjI/AAAAAAAAAgc/GewgayZW8jQ/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316807881694364210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here am I!! Haha, k I'm back from work this few days well, this current company is better than Kenzo due t some reasons, they'll understand when there's no sales and the management discuss w us about th fragrance that we wants t do special price. They don't look down on anyone but just give people chance t try. They don't blame people for not opening sales. So I'm fine w th company. Monday was my first day of work &amp;amp; its monday blue!~ Tuesday was alright, cze training in th morning and went back t th counter till 530pm and left th counter cze I working morning shifts w Gary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still sleeping at th time of 3-4am get my sleeps. &amp;amp; its like not enough at all. I prefer afternoon shifts but morning shift can go back home and get some beauty sleep.. Hais, shall go alr lar, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyf&lt;/span&gt; complaining alr and I'm starting t get tired, my eyes are like uber dry and closing soon.  Poor me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5384030257092905911?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5384030257092905911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5384030257092905911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5384030257092905911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5384030257092905911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-am-i-haha-k-im-back-from-work-this.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SckYmUdjwjI/AAAAAAAAAgc/GewgayZW8jQ/s72-c/DSC01489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-171681881980621762</id><published>2009-03-18T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:36:58.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let go grudges and happy birthday t me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know they have been backstabbing me, but see? If I can forgive &amp;amp; forget, BB why can't you do th same? Just treat it as they singing &amp;amp; when I backstabbed them they treat me as singing lor. I know it might be weird for me t say things like that out. But what's th whole idea of getting angry? Both parties can't say both parties forever, we're relative after all. Everybody will know their mistakes before they start treasuring. I love them cze they grew up together w me, they know me for 14 years dear, things can't change. Thou how much I hate anyone of them, how long can I hold grudges? Like for example &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CL&lt;/span&gt; how long am I supposed t hold? Long ago I've put down th anger in me, just that I doesn't want t talk t her. I just hope times will heal everything lor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CA &amp;amp; CL&lt;/span&gt;, I know that it might be foolish that I knew your are backstabbing me but I kept quiet all th way. Cze I find that if like that I must be damn busy t check out what your backstabbing about me. I know no matter what your are sisters, sure your will be closer than I do. So I also hold grudges but just wish th celebration goes on. But since now we're not working together so there's alr not much things t quarrel about. So just let it be, let our mind forget it and just let time heal everything. *PEACE* ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BB,&lt;/span&gt; don't be petty lar, whatever in th past forget it k? If whoever who backstabbed me you want t get angry, then like that you'll get old v fast leyyy... So ya lorrr, why get so angry when I'm alr okay? Since I'm alr okay, then forget about it lor. Like what you said, forgive &amp;amp; forget, previously I also don't like Ah gong, but end up? I'm still okay w him mah, so everything can be forgive but see whether th person wants t anot. kkk?? Don't angry lar, love you lots...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY T ME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-171681881980621762?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/171681881980621762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=171681881980621762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/171681881980621762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/171681881980621762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-they-have-been-backstabbing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6889287452100963754</id><published>2009-03-14T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:16:06.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday 13th just pass 50mins ago! Well, people says friday 13th is a bad day. But I think its not exactly bad but both. Good &amp;amp; bad. I'm supposed t go down t Far East today t buy working clothes but ended up in Bugis instead. At first we went down t Peninsula t get needles for BB's work then we supposed t go down t Far East cze I want t go shop there, but he says that I'm going take my own sweet time so want t go down t Sim Lim first, so I got pissed and didn't bother about what he said so I walk w th grumpy face. Then when reach Sim Lim and realizes that th shop isn't open. So we wanted t go back t Far East but I thought about it, I'm kind of lazy and doesn't want t waste my ez-link card money. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went walking since 7.30 till 9.30pm then we went t eat Sakae Sushi t have our dinner. Then we went down t Marshall's(BB's Cousin) house t take some wii games back t play. BB's grandma is damn cute. She keeps asking BB th same questions over and over again. Then around 12. We went home &amp;amp; now his going t play House of th dead. OMG! Okay, I shall go!! I must make him stop PLAYING!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-6889287452100963754?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6889287452100963754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6889287452100963754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6889287452100963754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6889287452100963754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th-just-pass-50mins-ago-well.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7085866932663594479</id><published>2009-03-12T03:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:16:42.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family like HIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t treasure.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;那一条牙膏在对我傻笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;嘲笑我永远用不掉&lt;br /&gt;想睡就睡想闹就闹&lt;br /&gt;好快乐少了人唠叨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蓝色的碗盘多买了一套&lt;br /&gt;我忘了没人陪我通宵&lt;br /&gt;要多少替代的丑角无辜的陪笑&lt;br /&gt;才会让我能真的忘了你的好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;搞笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;藉着热闹掩盖着心跳&lt;br /&gt;边哭边笑偏要说着一个人真好&lt;br /&gt;当人群散了突然觉得我可以死掉我受不了&lt;br /&gt;还在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;搞笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;害怕回家不知怎麽熬&lt;br /&gt;这麽多年早就习惯有你的撒娇&lt;br /&gt;我想我能熬但是至少要让我知道你好不好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的小狗食量变好小&lt;br /&gt;眼神里常常显得无聊&lt;br /&gt;它习惯睡觉的床尾少了一双脚&lt;br /&gt;所以它常常看着门口睡不着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;搞笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;藉着热闹掩盖着心跳&lt;br /&gt;边哭边笑偏要说着一个人真好&lt;br /&gt;当人群散了突然觉得我可以死掉我受不了&lt;br /&gt;我在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;搞笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;却在醉后眼泪拼命飙&lt;br /&gt;你的离开失去多少我计算不了&lt;br /&gt;忙完了一天突然觉得又何必辛劳对谁炫耀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c60a00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;搞笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;是否拥有麻痹的疗效&lt;br /&gt;唱一夜歌却避不开催泪的曲调&lt;br /&gt;我彻夜胡闹希望听到有人会提到你好不好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Th End~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just wish someone can understand how am I feeling, I just want a simple life. I just want t have a smile every morning t have my nice day before starting work, but things aint going my way, can people actually give me a break? Can people just tell me how important I am now? I don't understand why people has th amount of respect but I don't. Just because I'm th youngest just because I'm th most useless one that stop my studies at sec 2? Just because they think that I'm th one who teaches bad their daughter. I don't owe anyone a living so do people, they don't owe me a living too, but why can't they just treat me equally th same? So hard? Just because I'm a gal without a fucking father so I'm different from others? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everybody is poking each other back, his poking her back, she's poking my back, she's poking her back. When isit gonna really stop? I'm not a machine I'm just a normal human being, w feelings. I just want everything t stop at one moment. I've been trying t forget everything but it seems so hard people around are just commenting and commenting. My grand uncle hates me for teaching her daughter t stay out don't return calls, skips school, smokes and stuff. But he just don't understand that is actually his own fault for not teaching his kids correctly. Yes, previously I'm bad, bad t th extend that I hate my whole family who cause me t this state. But is actually I choose th path, this road that I know its gonna be hard for me. So don't blame on others when you're actually in th wrong cze I don't owe anyone a living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm trying so hard t be good but people only will remember your bad impression. So what's going on now I'm not bothering, I just want t be me &amp;amp; be happy. As for my grand uncle, he doesn't respect me, there's nothing more I could do, but treat him equally as how he treats me, I don't bother calling him cze what's th whole idea? Just treat it as I'm lucky I don't treasure such relative. Thou I know family is important, but not this kind who tells people that I'm teaching his daughter bad things. Yes I agree that staying out late in th night SOMETIMES is I called, but th rest I'm not involved. SO JUST STOP BLAMING EVERYTHING ON ME. Forget it, explain things t your is useless, cze your will never know it your fault for not caring about them, but still cane-ing them at th age of 15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7085866932663594479?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7085866932663594479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7085866932663594479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7085866932663594479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7085866932663594479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/th-end-i-just-wish-someone-can.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2827908438698996657</id><published>2009-03-11T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:29:30.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feels hurt and irritating whenever I come up t often t my aunt's place. I think I'm going back t tampines tmr afternoon instead, I'm having a lot of problems now a days, I'm having too much inside my head, I'm bothering too much about how people feeling and yet I have neglected my own feelings. I care too much for him, family and also friends, but I myself I don't know why am I feeling this way, I felt so much pressure on me I'm going t start work soon but I'm not enjoying my moment without work but I'm hating it even more. Thou I'm afraid I miss those times without work but I think I won't be handling so much nonsense instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes whenever I think for myself, people start saying I'm thinking for myself instead of them, but when I think for them, they take me for granted I'm always there. I don't know what's going on, I just want life much easier. But people just treating me as some non important or living thing in this world. Why is life so miserable, why am I born in this world. My birthday is coming but then there's only one thing I want t do which is have a happy day on that day.  I just want a happy one, not like th those previous birthday I had, people not around t celebrate w me and also quarrelled w me on that day itself. If this year birthday going t be like that I'm not going t celebrating it anymore in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2827908438698996657?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2827908438698996657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2827908438698996657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2827908438698996657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2827908438698996657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feels-hurt-and-irritating-whenever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-297439762775126958</id><published>2009-03-10T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:50:47.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want t go Taiwan soon, I'll make it happen this year man, can't stand th temptation of Taiwan and Bali. Work in starting in another 12 days, sian after about 3 weeks of nothing-t-do life style I'm back w th busy shedule I just request t Pei Shan today that I doesn't want t be in centerpoint Felicia will help me out w it. I'm starting t miss my ex-colleauges, Michypan, Sanas, Elieen, Megan, Cindy, Felicia and Coco. I'm starting w th new envoriment again, hopefully I won't be blur anymore lar! Haha. I'm missing everything about Kenzo but not th management &amp;amp; th sales, I had enough of th sales &amp;amp; too high expectation from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesser time for me, baby, family, friends &amp;amp; my wii soon. 6 days week only can get weekdays off every month 1 sunday off. Yup, Michypan say wants t go ktv, but w who?! Cindy is going there t play w th mic again!! Hahaha, I remember that part forever. I starting work soon le.. My birthday or when? Lol. Chat on msn w Megan yesterday she told me that she's having bad time returning free gifts t Lavonne cze Judy said everything must be cleared within one week. Can't stand cp's management lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired... This few days been waking up at 10.30am, 11.30am all that lor.. Buay tahan alr, since tmr baby and me can wake up late, so I'm going t sleep till 2.30pm hahaha!! Poor sharon(baby's sister) cut her middle finger &amp;amp; had 5 stitches on it. Hope it actually faster recover for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-297439762775126958?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/297439762775126958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=297439762775126958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/297439762775126958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/297439762775126958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-t-go-taiwan-soon-ill-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7828263909984629339</id><published>2009-03-08T03:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:08:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SbLT3zbOXAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3spJzX4b_gM/s1600-h/P25-02-09_18.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SbLT3zbOXAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3spJzX4b_gM/s320/P25-02-09_18.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310539866273897474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days t my birthday, but I just don't seem like having th mood. On th 14 shop at far east for my clothing, pants &amp;amp; shoe for work, decided t leave Kenzo, entering Luxasia. 23rd start training hopefully I'm not in center point, I rather at Isetan, Tangs, Taka or Paragon but I don't know whether can I go in. I doesn't want shifts at Center point thou I'm familiar w staff &amp;amp; things there, But I really can't stand th life in there anymore. Hoping that my current boss is going t allow my requests. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night went back t Tampines cze need t see Li Fang Auntie at 1.30pm yesterday afternoon. So we went back t Tampines on friday night. About 1 plus 2 we starting t feel bored and Cass asked whether wants t play mahjong 3 person cze mummy didn't wanted t play.. I lose money I lost $16. Then all of us slept at 6am in th morning and woke up at 12pm. Go down until Li Fang Auntie there found out that her son didn't book our date at 8/3/09 but at 9/3/09. So is like we wasted our trip down so mummy helped Uncle Andrew t ask somethings first.. So we'll go down on th 9th again. So after that went t eat and down t Michelle's place Kriscilla was sleeping half way and her nose bleed. So poor thing.. So after that Serene sis came t pick up us t Steph &amp;amp; Samantha's chalet cze they keep asking us t go over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ya, that's how I spend my day.. (: hehe, Alright going t sleep.. Shag.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7828263909984629339?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7828263909984629339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7828263909984629339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7828263909984629339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7828263909984629339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-days-t-my-birthday-but-i-just-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SbLT3zbOXAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/3spJzX4b_gM/s72-c/P25-02-09_18.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3958418473269138650</id><published>2009-03-03T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:11:35.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this thing for quite awhile and I actually don't intend t do.. But now I think its time, its time t leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzo&lt;/span&gt;, thou I love my colleagues &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; especially, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Michypan&lt;/span&gt;, Cindy, Lee San, Coco, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Elieen&lt;/span&gt;, Megan, Felicia, Li Bin &amp;amp; Shirley. Th reason for leaving is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; shifts that given by Lavonne. Well, regretting putting so much effort &amp;amp; feelings into this company now my effort has gone down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; drain &amp;amp; I can't stop feel sad about leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kenzo&lt;/span&gt;. Its a nice company, I've such a nice colleagues thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; management has a bit of problem, but everything else is perfectly fine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; today! Th set is 405 plus 72 for a cooking mama game, my pay gone down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; drain. Baby is playing it now while he has to work tomorrow and I'm wondering where should I go, I've meet up w &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cindy&lt;/span&gt; today she was trying t convince me t stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kenzo&lt;/span&gt; but I told her can't be and stuff, she was quite sad thou and she told me before I left.. She told me " I don't know when I going t see you again" my heart sank. Upload soon again going t bed now. Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;;/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Michypan&lt;/span&gt;, I know you tried t make me and her mend everything before when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 3 of us went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt;, I know you cared. But everything is hard t mend sometimes when you don't wish things that happen this way. It always happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; way you don't want it too. I'll miss you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; babe, you've brighten my days quite a number of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;;/ Cindy, darling I know you'll be bored when I leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kenzo&lt;/span&gt;, but I'll visit you soon okay. You made me want t cry when I heard you say " I don't even know when can I see you again." Well, cannot be colleague can be friends. My heart sank because of you.. Darling, I love you lots! &amp;amp; I'll miss you alot alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps;/ Felicia, you've always been thinking too much you've made my day at CP when th very last time we've worked together and yesterday when I just saw you at taka, don't think too much about th shifts. Maybe next month would be better. Love ya &amp;amp; miss ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps;/ Megan!!, Anything at cp you don't know can't ask me le. Slowly learn alright? You'll know how t do it soon. Thou I don't usually see u, but I'll miss you alot gal! Especially when we writting in th sales book. Take care ok?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL MISS ALL OF YOU!! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3958418473269138650?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3958418473269138650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3958418473269138650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3958418473269138650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3958418473269138650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-thinking-about-this-thing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6889085174952088426</id><published>2009-02-24T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:12:15.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm piss w everything! My ds has decided t die on me which means it spoilt now I'm waiting for Kor t fetch me then pass t him t give it t his friend t do it, cze my warranty card is missing. Quarrelled w baby over some matters and make me real fed up and cabbed down t Michelle's house straight without even thinking where th hell is he. Off my phone since 330 till 5pm then I have it on back and message just bombed into my phone one after another till my phone jammed. So I return him a call since he asked where am I. &amp;amp; told him that I've alr reach Michelle's house. &amp;amp; he told me not t be so fierce since I've alr cool down so has he. Hmmm, later still need t pack food for him. But its okay since Kor is coming over t fetch me. Hahaha, my beloved brother is always able t fetch me up &amp;amp; down where ever I go. But I'm thinking how am I suppose t bring Jack from Uncle Mike's house t Michelle's house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headache.. Well, whatver me &amp;amp; baby has over everything alright alr. Hehe, well brought a few dress &amp;amp; jacket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SaPHxqJj-KI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HJeRLumN6Cg/s1600-h/Dress+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306304441914488994" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SaPHxqJj-KI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HJeRLumN6Cg/s320/Dress+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SaPHyEhARnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7TUkClJKg5E/s1600-h/Dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306304448992134770" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SaPHyEhARnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7TUkClJKg5E/s320/Dress+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SaPHyLDEy6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/wE4qgJqyrMI/s1600-h/jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306304450745650082" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SaPHyLDEy6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/wE4qgJqyrMI/s320/jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1223209731855038661-6889085174952088426?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6889085174952088426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6889085174952088426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6889085174952088426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6889085174952088426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-piss-w-everything-my-ds-has-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SaPHxqJj-KI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HJeRLumN6Cg/s72-c/Dress+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4447416694691899709</id><published>2009-02-23T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:28:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling good! I don't want t be so stress. I just want t normal a normal person living without any stress. How I wish I'm not born, I'm not alive or just die in th accident. I NEED A BREAK! I can't continue living on like that because of people and affect my mood &amp;amp; ruin my day. I'm trying t work so hard but people don't understand. I'm turn off by everything, thou my r/s is perfectly fine. But sometimes work &amp;amp; some bitches drag my days down. I don't understand why is people like this living in th world of mine. I'm not angry w my mum definitely. Yesterday celebrated GGM's birthday, together w kris, enver &amp;amp; mine. Well, its okay thou th food was great makes me wants t drip silvar now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;*insert name here*&lt;/em&gt; asked me why am I so angry w that person I just told him/her what has actually happened, I can't be bothered why it actually happen this way, cze I find that its the person should know what it turn out t be this way, by apologising is useless cze when someone put so much trust in you yet you broke th trust that people given t you. I don't care what you've got t say about me.. But think about how much trust I previously put in you till th day you actually broke it. From then onwards I've never put trust &amp;amp; didn't bother about it. Like what my grandma said, "thou he/she looks good in th outside &amp;amp; infront of us. But won't know how bad th inside &amp;amp; behind our back." Hopefully this person know who is he/she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm fucking tired! FUCKING TIRED W LIFE! I'm fcuking stress w people around me, they don't seems t understand me, only my dear, Michelle &amp;amp; Grandma. Its not that I don't want t inculde my mum but she just only show how much difficulties she's having but not whether am I having difficulties. Not only you're having difficulties in life. Everybody has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4447416694691899709?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4447416694691899709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4447416694691899709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4447416694691899709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4447416694691899709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-feeling-good-i-dont-want-t-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3192452712141084562</id><published>2009-02-21T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:57:31.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK~~~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 days never blog, 2 days was busy-ing w work. I'm so nervous when I heard from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edith&lt;/span&gt; that B.Boss might be coming down. I was so so so nervous, but end up she didn't turn up. Dino was working th day before yesterday(thurs) he keeps on disturbing me over my uniform. Well, baby went t fetch me after work brought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haagen Dazs Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;. I'm craving for Cookies &amp;amp; Cream ice cream now a days. Wanted t buy one tub home, but at home still got Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream so baby stopped me from buying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, sunday(tmr) great grandma's birthday they celebrating mine w Enver, Kris &amp;amp; GGM. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt; cze th cake would be either Coffee, Mango or Chocolate. But I heard they are going t make cup cakes. Heh, I'm pissed w one family, they have th max people coming but they are not paying a single cent &amp;amp; yet want one of them even want t compare himself/herself t a 9 years old kid. One would tell you something when you're eating th same time as him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them: "Scooping food like he/she hasn't been eating for 10 years"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us: " Scooping bit by bit 2 by 2."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them: Eh don't sccop so much lar.. behind still got people eating ley..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us: Orh okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us: "See him/her plate he/she took 4-5 thing each on her plate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us: -ANGRY-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is so unfair, we pay so much eat so little yet they are not paying &amp;amp; enjoying themselves w th food we paid!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went t IMM w baby's mummy &amp;amp; baby. Went t eat lunch then we t walk around for baby's working item. Irritating freak wasting money, his going t be working at orchard tower alr but his still wasting money t buy table, basket and stuff t put at home. Rubbish lor this guy. Hahaha. Well, economics is so bad.. Nobody even shopping at robinson now a days. Sian~ Well, minmin's birthday tmr. But I don't think I'm able t attend cze great grandma's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou I really wants t go minmin's birthday party cze its her 1st birthday but so sad can't. Well, I think friends are very important but I think family are a little bit more important than friends. But I agree some people don't understand th meaning of family, cze they find family is just a word. Well, I always thinks that water is thicker than blood. But I've finally realizes that blood is always thick than water. Everything we can choose, we've a choice but family, we don't have and they are th one will be always and forever there for us. Well, for some people out there. Tomorrow needs t go compass point t get Enver's DS. Hopefully tomorrow is a great great day hehe, especially I have my 3 beloved cousins(Kris, Nic, Jon), 2 beloved aunties(cass &amp;amp; michelle), 1 beloved mother, 1 beloved Grandma, &amp;amp; 1 beloved boyf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3192452712141084562?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3192452712141084562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3192452712141084562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3192452712141084562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3192452712141084562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-6-days-never-blog-2-days-was.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6514807055535394116</id><published>2009-02-15T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:13:51.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine Day finally over~~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine Day over alr.. now waiting for my b'day t arrive.. 18th March neh!! Hehe. Woke up &amp;amp; suddenly baby told me he doesn't feel like going t work. *YIPPES* Then baby cook for me &amp;amp; his sister t eat valentine day breakfast 'Fried Chicken'. Then after we went off t swimming I find out that one guy staying near baby's blk is mad, his strict towards his son he just wack th son just because he didn't swim properly. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mad I think, baby just say that he is too free always walking around th house &amp;amp; doing nothing but bothering what people are doing. Well, okay after we went swimming we waited for his mummy t reach home cze my stupid baby ask his mummy t buy food for us at 3.30 when our dinner is like 5.45. So after we eat, baby went t bath &amp;amp; off we went. Then we head t take cab t 559 Bukit Timah King's Arcade  #01-03, Hanabi Japanese Restaurant.  Th food there is YUMMY!!!~~~~~~ I swear I WOULD go there th 2nd time. Thou its stress t sit infront of th Chef but th food is really damn nice, nice until I forgotten t take pics of it. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even eat Salmon Sashimi &amp;amp; Hamachi, when God &amp;amp; everybody knows that I don't eat raw fish. But this is my VERY first time eating them!! Yummy~~ Talking about it now, I'm thinking of th food.. Haha(: well, alright is getting late, shall sleep alr. ANYWAY!! I BROUGHT TH ICE CREAM PHONE! But I took pink due t its th last set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps:/ Michypan!! I'm sorry take th same colour but so sorry.. ): I will feel guilty if you're really angry w me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-6514807055535394116?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6514807055535394116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6514807055535394116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6514807055535394116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6514807055535394116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-day-finally-over-valentine.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7745933809439174372</id><published>2009-02-12T16:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:38:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm here t blog, yesterday went t KTV with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Michypan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; came in abit later. I meet up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Michypan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; at 5.00pm then we went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Far East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; then we waited for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; t arrive!! She come at only 7pm. So we walked around t get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;michy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; phone decoration then we meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cindy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;amp; bussed t paragon t party world. Then started singing till 11pm then we took taxi back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quarreled with baby this morning money issue again. But everything is fine alr, maybe valentine day we go &amp;amp; eat steam boat at bugis or maybe kuishimbo then go watch movie. Hmmm, no present but I saw a G-Shock watch couple one damn nice only for 250nett but its white baby scare he makes dirty after he wear t work and cze he sweats too. Hmmm, I want t get Ice Cream phone!! Th white one lor!! $150 but baby doesn't let me change. Okay! Should end here le. Want t take a nap. (: Byebye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gosh!! I keep sneezing!! I'm afraid that I'm having flu! NO! Omg! I don't know what t wear on valentine day. Should be my dress i wore when I wore t new year. Well, maybe after that meet up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Michypan &amp;amp; Boyf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t watch movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7745933809439174372?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7745933809439174372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7745933809439174372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7745933809439174372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7745933809439174372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-here-t-blog-yesterday-went-t-ktv.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-608016708806027133</id><published>2009-02-07T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:42:19.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are sometimes shameless..</title><content type='html'>Okay, I found out some truth...*GRINS* Well, it will be th secret for th day AGAIN. Can't believe he/she is actually doing things like that. Well valentine day coming not going t buy anything expensive maybe buying a DKNY watch with my own hard earn money or even buying Kenneth Cole's couple watch instead o$223 only after discount some more. So much cheaper, nice and worth it lorrrr. Each watch for 111.5 better than anything else then maybe just go out have dinner then head home and spend time together ALONE~. So much sweeter instead. Actually everyday is valentine day just ITS CALLED VALENTINE DAY. That's all...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is tiring.. I'm physically &amp;amp; mentally, I'm stress &amp;amp; tired actually. Now watching Alvin &amp;amp; th chipmunks on Star Movies. Shall stop here. Bye!!! Love t everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-608016708806027133?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/608016708806027133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=608016708806027133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/608016708806027133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/608016708806027133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-are-sometimes-shameless.html' title='People are sometimes shameless..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8050554985373383665</id><published>2009-02-04T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:35:08.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo sharing time..</title><content type='html'>                                                          &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SYnHDtI1lsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cZm0eAOIC30/s320/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985303048296130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think its time t upload pictures into my blog. Its damn plain with words I think. I'v finish uploading all th pictures into facebook just. There's quite a number of them.. Well, yesterday after training then went t town t deposit our cheque into th POSB account then after that meet up with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qian Li&lt;/span&gt;(bro) cause baby busy with work so we went to Changi Beach where we can see aeroplane fly over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then around 2.30am we left changi beach &amp;amp; he send me home. Hmmm, today went out with him again and went t town area wanted t go walk around but because my pay wasn't in yet so I didn't get a chance t buy things. Tomorrow think want t go Zara t buy black jeans tomorrow. MichyPan told me that th jeans she bought only for $50. Heh alright lazy t blog alr time t upload photos. All photos are mixed together, from KTV with Michypan t &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SYnHEM0Bv0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Ufiah-upT10/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985311550947138" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SYnHDz9rAsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/xWc-FoIBikA/s320/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985304880513730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SYnHDGNhlzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/by3VIcry4Dk/s320/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985292598974258" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SYnHDR0N9HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mOKm503c8RY/s320/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985295714055282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORE WILL BE UPLOADED SOON. ESPECIALLY THOSE AT TRAINING!!! GRAB AT FACEBOOK IF WANT T UPLOAD ASAP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8050554985373383665?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8050554985373383665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8050554985373383665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8050554985373383665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8050554985373383665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-sharing-time.html' title='Photo sharing time..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SYnHDtI1lsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cZm0eAOIC30/s72-c/DSC01467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2834531790152848950</id><published>2009-02-02T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:40:22.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of trouble.</title><content type='html'>I can't get over anything, I find that I'm stress I'm tired and this few weeks. Chinese New Year, working days &amp;amp; even mens cramps. When th day I at Raffles City I really felt its not my fault that Centerpoint have no sales even Raffles City has no sales but boss just think that we're lazy doesn't want t approach customer &amp;amp; hiring more than usual part timer where we only have 4 counter. Centerpoint has no sales, each day I'm stressing even more. Shifts cut down &amp;amp; pay lesser but resting days got more. After working 3 days straight I felt I don't know how long more can I take th nonsense &amp;amp; stress th company is giving me. Sales but hit 250 each day needs t order stock, count stock and also packing th stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Michy, Sanas &amp;amp; Coco knows how it feels t order stock &amp;amp; stuff. Even invoice I'v t go all th way down t office t collect &amp;amp; pass it back. I'm starting t get tired starting t get stress over things that I shouldn't bother about. I need a break soon, I can't stand it this way anymore. Even opening a chalet at paris ris or anything would be good too. I just want t rest this few days and not get irritated by anything out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2834531790152848950?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2834531790152848950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2834531790152848950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2834531790152848950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2834531790152848950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-full-of-trouble.html' title='Life is full of trouble.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-924457455481860884</id><published>2009-02-02T02:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:58:12.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How t trust a guy?? Can anyone tell me?</title><content type='html'>I'v finish watching 不良笑话, when it was about t end I was crying cause Wilber Pan wants t leave t Germany t work for 5 years, and he said things that hurt Rainie Yang. Its really a nice show, I brought th dvd for $9.90 only 呼呼.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'v been quarreling with baby this few time due t th trust word. I really don't know how t trust a guy seriously, I'v come across are all bastard I know they are th past now is th present I should learn how t appreciate but I'm afraid, afraid that I'll get back th same old thing again and again. I never trust guy ever since my grandpa's incident, I really never. Even at that point of time I really hate guys. Maybe some of you might be wondering why isit concerning my grandpa or even don't bother. Like what I wrote in th previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a girl without a Father &amp;amp; Grandpa, they abandon me when I was th age of 0 and th age of 9. Since young neither do I have my real dad beside me nor a step father but I never complain because t me it makes no different my Grandpa is like my "dad" my Grandma is like my "mum" .  You guys would be wondering where is my mum, she's around but since young she would just work till very late just t earn money and feed me. So it has always been my grandma and grandpa taking care of me. But one day when I was in my mid primary 3 I keep seeing my grandma crying and police are always outside my house once I end school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember I just asked one question t both of them "why your keep quarreling? When then can stop?" but th answer was silent then I started t realizes that th quarreling will never ever going t stop. Cause my mum told me that my Grandpa womanizing outside I didn't believe th truth till my grandma actually took a knife &amp;amp; pointed towards herself. Th truth hurts me 10 million times then everything else at that point of time. My happy family just ended just because of a third party or even a fourth party &amp;amp; her son. Thou now I'm happy with life cause I'v baby's mum and my family t dote on me but it stills hurts me inside. I never blame anyone for what causing this t happen but I know I want t be happy and get back th happiness that I used t feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its getting late, I think its time t turn in bed. Night everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-924457455481860884?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/924457455481860884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=924457455481860884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/924457455481860884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/924457455481860884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-t-trust-guy-can-anyone-tell-me.html' title='How t trust a guy?? Can anyone tell me?'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3482437514803505394</id><published>2009-01-31T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:28:30.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MichyPan this post is for you!!</title><content type='html'>Its not shameful t not have a mother. I don't have a father since I'm born. I never seen him before and even when he wants t acknowledge me I never refuse, but his wife refuse t accept it. But I'm still happy with life that I have such a good boyfriend, a very good group of friends out there &amp;amp; also a good family. But sometimes I hate t say I have a good family cause sometimes they are unreasonable. Moreover my family is always beliving somebody's family that don't even know what is right and wrong. They only know how to accuse people for teaching their daughter bad things but never think what is actually making their daughter turning this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michy, I heard rumous even I heard everyone says that is my mum that chase my dad out of th house, they told me that my mum always sleeps before I fall asleep and my dad will be th one taking care of me whenever he comes back from his camp. I can tell you, that period of time when I know I really very lost very lost. I never talk to her for almost 1 year till i broke up with a bastard then I questioned her. But she told me is because he doesn't want me. I don't know what more can I say whether isit real so I didn't bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get together with my current boyfriend I asked him why must my mum do that t me.. He told me maybe because she doesn't want t commit t a marriage yet then she ended th r/s she chase him away. She doesn't want this matter t affect our r/s. I don't know whether isit real till now I still don't know th truth. I don't know how t ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is in th mess. Grandpa fool around for 30 over years and cheated my grandma's feelingn for 30 years, I found out when I was Primary 3 and it affect me and make me suffer from desperession I started cutting myself from then and I didn't feel pain. I even tried eating 60 over panadol trying t end life and I was hospital for drip. From there onwards I never felt its a worth for me t end life just because of stupid things cause I know there's still someone out there without parents or even a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3482437514803505394?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3482437514803505394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3482437514803505394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3482437514803505394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3482437514803505394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/01/michypan-this-post-is-for-you.html' title='MichyPan this post is for you!!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7696347614498035566</id><published>2009-01-25T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:43:33.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE!!</title><content type='html'>I'm quite frustrated that during th chinese new year eve I'v got t bring myself t have th working mood. Sian!~ Hmmm, is there any extra for today? Since I'v to like wake up at 8am, start works at 10am and work till 6pm! Sucks big time man! Moreover I'm leaving at 5.30 I'm meeting &lt;strong&gt;Clarissa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cassandra &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Auntie Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; to grany's place for steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have our dinner around 5 or 5 plus. Its irritating that I'v t work on chinese new year eve. I messaged Lavonne that whether am I able t actually leave at 5.30 to have my dinner she didn't even bother replying lor! So angry, I mean at least reply me let me know whether am I able t leave early what. But she just seems as if she don't give a damn about us whether do we have our reunion dinner. Where she doesn't have t stand at th counter to rot when there's no customer at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So angry when I bomb her phone like crazy since Thursday night will Friday night and till SATURDAY NIGHT! Till I can't stand it anymore I won't bother asking for her to agree that I can leave at 5.30pm I'm letting Kelly know then I'm leaving at 5.30. At least let me know whether am I able t leave, if can't then I will stay and work finish th 8 hours you want me too. But when you don't bother replying a yes or a no t me. What am I supposed to do? I need to have my dinner I can't let everybody wait for me just to eat what. Sometimes people are selfish-creature. Hmpf! So angry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7696347614498035566?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7696347614498035566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7696347614498035566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7696347614498035566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7696347614498035566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-chinese-new-year-eve.html' title='Its CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE!!'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2708922742321612335</id><published>2009-01-22T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:11:36.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Sing Sing &amp; Sing till my voice is tired.</title><content type='html'>Went singing session with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michypan &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;, we supposed t sing from 11am to 2pm for K lunch, but end up we sang from 11am t 3pm cause we extend one more hour but its free!! Cause they told us that if we ordered 2 more cups of drinks we'll get to extend 1 more hour for free, so we ordered and continue singing. Now, watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;不良笑花 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;at youtube since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michypan&lt;/span&gt; is borrowing th disc t &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanas &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My voice now is like as if I talked for 214359346835656 years non stop. Okay now its a damn complaining time! If any senior or same age as me from same primary school I bet your will know who is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fengmao&lt;/span&gt; his like pain in th ass can. Okay! I'll tell you th everytime how would I get rid calls from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time he called was during the night around 12 plus hitting 1 soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Hey are you free to chat on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Who are you? Do I know you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Fengmao, you remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: I'm working at some hotel doing some waiter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh good for you lorrr. Good choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Ya, the manager there treating me very good and staff also very nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: okay, that's good. Anyway I got to hit bed I'm kinda tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hang up-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again he called the 2nd time he called me during my work on the 19th around 5 plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: What you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Fengmao...... You never save my number ar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Nope, anyway I working kind of busy talk later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hang Up-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then TODAY!!! OMFG, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Hey how's sec 3?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Fengmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No replies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 hours later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: ... Daoing me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: How you get my number huh?? Sorry I don't understand why are you even bothering that I don't reply you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: I don't know low self-esteem, your msn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Haha, please I'm totally find! Its just a bloody nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Nono, its get your number from your msn. Talking about me low self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: *Bomb in another msg within 2 mins* I'm like fcuking lost and don't know what I'm doing and no one t talk t...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Den go see doc, I can't help you also what.. You helpless den what can I do? I working you keep calling me and messaging not working also bomb me like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Lol you working? Sorry then.... Working 10 hours per day..... See ya good luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Didn't bother replying him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that he just don't understand why isit he don't understand that I not interested in his life neither him so he telling me so much also useless. I cant help him t release his stress I mean not I don't wants t help him, but I seriously don't know how t help. Moreover if I willing t help I would really help, but this time round is he irritated me instead of asking me for help. Everytime I go online he seems as if some pervert coming after me keeps asking me stuff. I didn't replied but he don't get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're reading, I'm kind of sorry that I insult you here. But I really getting more and more irritated by your actions instead of wanting to help you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fengmao&lt;/span&gt;, you're a guy. I'm not th one you should turn too. I know nothing abt you, I met you 2 t 3 times only, we seldom talks and usually talk is also thru msn. So I know nothings about you and you know nothings abt me. So stop thinking what you trying to do, I can't help you. Find someone is really out there for you instead of me. Family or your close friend, I know I'm definitely not th one you should turn t . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2708922742321612335?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2708922742321612335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2708922742321612335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2708922742321612335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2708922742321612335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/01/sing-sing-sing-sing-till-my-voice-is.html' title='Sing Sing Sing &amp; Sing till my voice is tired.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-241093651646701317</id><published>2009-01-21T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:14:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't hold grudges anymore.</title><content type='html'>I can't hold grudges anymore. I felt that I'm not tat petty anymore. Things are so different thou I will get angry and stuff but after a few days or even a week I find tat its stupid to quarrel. Forget it, over, over already. I don't want to hold on anger. I forgive you hope you do too(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit that I'm harsh a bit. (: Sorry. I've deleted yesterday post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-241093651646701317?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/241093651646701317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=241093651646701317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/241093651646701317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/241093651646701317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-hold-grudges-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t hold grudges anymore.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4114511370058967848</id><published>2008-12-28T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:59:32.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BAD MOOD ARGH'/><title type='text'>Life is f*cking miserable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DON'T MAKE ME KILLS YOU! BAD MOOD TODAY! PMS AND STUPID PEOPLE THINKING THINGS WILL ALWAYS GO THEIR WAY AND TURNS OUT GOOD WHEN THEY'RE NOT THERE TO ENCOUNTER!! !@#$%^&amp;amp;*!@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4114511370058967848?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4114511370058967848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4114511370058967848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4114511370058967848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4114511370058967848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-fcking-miserable.html' title='Life is f*cking miserable'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5465477801124809183</id><published>2008-12-18T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:54:35.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't my day yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was totally a disaster TOTALLY. I went work took cab down to work place thinking that the supplier would come at 12 so I rushed down but I waited till 3. I went lunch with my dear Mas then he came, so never mind we do the stock its correct but returns was totally the one that makes me straight away broke down infront of the supplier I cried infront of supplier for 15 mins he was panic cause he couldn't do anything to stop me from crying. I'm not crying cause the returns are not correct is because the returns are at the lobby and nobody willing to sign for me but rushing me to do the stocks. I know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert name here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't scold me she's just afraid that Maureen scold me cause Maureen stock is also coming in at that moment. I'm angry with that nobody is willing to help me sign the returns. Then I broke down infront of Mas for almost 1 hour. Thank you darling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a new day, today till the 21st I'm not working. I'm off till 22nd and 23rd I'm working then off 24th replace on the 25th and off on the 26. Then work on 27 &amp;amp; 28th then 29th-31st off. Then a new year begins, waiting for the new year to being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Mas alot of things yesterday about my family, she was shock real shock. She went through lots of things and same to me I went through a lot too, but we're not as bad as those who has lost their family like those during the China earthquake. Darling, I didn't tell anyone at work about it, so yep, keep it a story told to you only. Love you and going to miss you this 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5465477801124809183?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5465477801124809183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5465477801124809183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5465477801124809183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5465477801124809183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-wasnt-my-day-yesterday.html' title='It wasn&apos;t my day yesterday.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6034677863782060473</id><published>2008-12-14T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:39:30.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't my day today.</title><content type='html'>Was it my day or not? I feels happy during my work but then sales wasn't good. I wants to go on a trip soon. I've uploaded my facebook with new photos and went on with others profile. There's millions of things going through my mind right now especially Mas. I love Mas she's seems to be the most lovable babe in CP to deserve my love so much man. I never felt so happy with anyone in CP before but she's the first one cause she helped me since I worked in CP for the very first day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you girl, if you can read this!! (: You've never fills me up with laughter during work especially gossiping about God knows who. I can never describe how beloved she is, she's really adorable she can be mean at times she can be lovable she also helps me with my counter when I'm not around. You're loved Mas, count yourself lucky! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siti also never make me stops laughing whenever she's free but sadly to say she's leaving us on the 31st Dec, planning to give her a farewell party before she leaves, and me and Mas is off on the 31st Dec but we specially go down to CP just to look for Siti before she leaves! Girl, I'll miss you alot when you're not around cause another gossip kakis of mine is gone. Take care of yourself alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is arriving soon man, lots of things to prepare and get ready for. New year is next but think this year Christmas will be normal maybe get myself 4 dresses to spend for Christmas and New Year. (: I'm dumping the thoughts of having the FCUK watch already. Since my watch always spoilt, I'm still not to the extend that I need such a expensive watch but pretty dresses to makes my days wonderful cause I look good. Okay! I know I'm being very dumb right now to share my thoughts. But whatever things that concern Siti and Mas is true! Words are hard to express my feelings for them, but at least they understand that its from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is getting not enough each day. Time flies seriously, it seems like few months back I enter the year of 2008 and now its going to be 2009. I'm still wondering will the world really ends at 2012 or its me thinking too much. I'm worried I still haven't do things that I really wanted to try, for example being a mother of a child and even a wife of someone. Seriously I'm afraid of the word death though there's many times I attempted to kill myself by slitting myself and swallowing pills but it didn't success maybe its God given me a chance to think twice before succeeding in killing myself. Finally found out that its wasn't because my family didn't love me enough its me that I didn't accept whatever they have given to me I've rejected them all. I'm foolish at times. Well, now that I know I'm not walking this path I choose alone I still have my beloved ones accompanying me walking till I reached the end of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is seriously precious, I've read a friend's blog she went Myanmar to teach those kids there what is Christmas, when I read her post tears just flow down my eyes telling me kids over there are already satisfies because we're there to help them. They lead happy lives even when they are poor but what is happy to us? They can't get whatever they wants but they are happy, what about us? They are willing to even walk 6 km just because of hunger, they are willing to suffer walking then being hungry.  As for us? I seriously don't know I gets almost whatever I wants but I'm still not satisfies with lives I'm still unhappy. What do I need to make myself happy like how they do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-6034677863782060473?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6034677863782060473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6034677863782060473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6034677863782060473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6034677863782060473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/12/isnt-my-day-today.html' title='Isn&apos;t my day today.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4990958024994016465</id><published>2008-12-13T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:08:07.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away,&lt;div&gt;Now it looks as though they're here to stay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a shadow hanging over me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yesterday came suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need a place to hide away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love was such an easy game to play,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need a place to hide away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday by Beatles, its a nice song though. Memories really pops up in my mind whenever I hear this song. Not that I has been through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; but whatever has happened before seems like yesterday and today its alright already. I miss her, I really do though its has already been 2 years since she has gone but I really do miss her a lot. Trying to forget what I did before she went on with her afterlife. I choose to went for something that is not more important than her, I really miss her, really do. The feeling is like yesterday she went to paradise and I'm hurting now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 years ago she has started to treat my family well cause of what her son has done but during that 5 years I didn't give a damn about what she has done for me. Now I regret though that 5 years can make me regret for lives. She's still the one I love the most in his family. Though they are going to sign the papers and get onto each other's path but she will be my one and only great grand-mother I love from 2 years ago till the day I met her even till world ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still remember when she was going for a heart operation I skipped school just to wait for her to get out from the operation room. After she came out she grabbed my hand all the way till she wake up. I really love her more than words can express anymore. I love you always. Hope you can hear me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really find myself lucky to have such good life and even to have my beloved ones to loves me. My friend sent me a presentation 2 and a half years ago talking about Mother Teresa. She can love everyone, she was prepared for those out there for those people that nobody was prepared to look after. She's really the woman whom deserve the most respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4990958024994016465?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4990958024994016465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4990958024994016465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4990958024994016465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4990958024994016465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-709891526984168911</id><published>2008-12-03T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:31:19.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS LATE! ARGH</title><content type='html'>Its late! Yes, I know I should be sleeping like a pig now. But I'm not, I'm still online doing my stuff tomorrow I still got to wake up early to go down to Office before I can go to centerpoint. Argh! Hmmmm, finally getting paid for work this month. Heeee~! I'm happy!! I'm getting my FCUK watch!! I don't care it cost $$159. I'm waiting! FCUK WATCH I'M COMING!!! Wanted to get the DKNY new launch watch it cost $$289 think its too expensive. So decide to buy the FCUK watch. I've lots more to blog about! ABOUT SUSAN!!! I'm so piss off with her.. But I don't have the time to blog already! I'll be back!! Wait for me to hear more about SUSAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she likes me alot, but I hate her to the core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-709891526984168911?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/709891526984168911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=709891526984168911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/709891526984168911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/709891526984168911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-late-argh.html' title='ITS LATE! ARGH'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4902176758882307286</id><published>2008-11-30T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:14:39.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went hush hush with my family babes, my mum, stephaine, samantha, serene, her husband baby sis and 2 of their friends because its my mum's birthday so went drinking with her then end up they went Arena then I went home. So I reached home and felt asleep. So today went for family event. I'm lazy to blog already let the pictures do the talking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/STKtFmIsZLI/AAAAAAAAAck/sV7hkn_JQqY/s320/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274468425252234418" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/STKtFD96yCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/UYTQxZAWkDU/s320/DSC01300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274468416080234530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st pictures: Me and Cass 2nd picture: Me and claris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/STKtGWyQkYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GTaE6hoG4G4/s320/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274468438311473538" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/STKtGCHCcuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NbKJRw3Ta9Q/s320/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274468432761484002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd picture: Me and Samantha 4th picture: Me, Claris &amp;amp; Cass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/STKtG_w63fI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lCvN2bfRDdc/s320/DSC01313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274468449311710706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family! COUSINS &amp;amp; NIECES. ALL GIRLS! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4902176758882307286?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4902176758882307286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4902176758882307286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4902176758882307286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4902176758882307286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-went-hush-hush-with-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/STKtFmIsZLI/AAAAAAAAAck/sV7hkn_JQqY/s72-c/DSC01301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4278951183526328665</id><published>2008-11-14T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:20:28.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Friends and Open My Mind</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm just back from work. Tomorrow going paragon for promo sells I must reached paragon by 8.30am and ends at 10pm in the night. Gosh, I wonder how am I going wake up and 5.30 to prepare everything since I'm like always so slow. Well, its okay at least one of our shop friend stayed near by and can fetch me go to work. Then at night QQ coming over to fetch me lucky me got so many brothers that dotes on me. I'm doing my job fine for peeps info just that some times, the day passes slowly so I always thought I've been standing for 1234349583485730457 hours. Supposed to have lunch with one of the Hugo boss colleague Sebastian but he ended his school so late that I had 2 breaks already. So I didn't wait and I end works at 8pm he got to go Taka to work at Hugo boss. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday his working at CP while I'm working at Metro Lobby so still can't meet. While when its time we'll meet again. Now a days I'm seldom in shop I felt that my mind has open up. I don't have to get jealous because baby is doing tattoo for a girl or what-so-ever, I find that I also have my guys friends then he also has his girl-friends, if his going to betray me so its like his loss since I'm already working. So I feel that its okay cause at least I have work to take things off my mind. Well, I was talking to Mas the whole day felt so funny with her especially talking about Susan Kenzo Girls and Hugo Boss should know who is she if you've work before in CP, think almost all know. She's grumpy today and its VERY I heard, can tell that she is very too, she keeps telling us that she's feeling dizzy and she even put a FAN beside the cashier because she thinks its hot, but end up the cashier and me was like freezing like mad so I move towards SK 2 so its not that bad so started chit chatting with Mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me alot of CP bad points and good points well, I starting to love CP cause I find its fun there especially with the cashier, hugo boss and a few aunties. They are cute sometimes but yet grumpy sometimes. I remember the first day I started work I was so blur very very blur. So its time to not be blur and wake up!!! (: Shall blog next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4278951183526328665?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4278951183526328665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4278951183526328665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4278951183526328665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4278951183526328665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-friends-and-open-my-mind.html' title='Work, Friends and Open My Mind'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-1084544035411581198</id><published>2008-11-10T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:58:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work starts tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>WOo! I'm working in Kenzo tomorrow at center point. I'm excited, working with claris but she's at pargon I'm working at center point.. Will meet up for lunch post more later on. (: Thanks babe to tell her manager to hire me! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-1084544035411581198?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/1084544035411581198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=1084544035411581198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/1084544035411581198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/1084544035411581198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-starts-tomorrow.html' title='Work starts tomorrow.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-9169136576970069711</id><published>2008-11-10T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:38:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babes, Bastard and Hubby's Birthday.</title><content type='html'>I've found out alot of my friends are recently having relationship problems. Well, its their privacy I don't wish to say its who. If this 2 person is reading my blog now, please cheer up alrights? You babes still got me here to love you gals. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert name here* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if you thinks that you're not happy then tell him about it instead of keeping to yourself, if you thinks that this relationship should end don't bother answering his call or pretending nothing has happened the previous day. I was once like that, and when I looked back I find that I'm just an idiot by keeping someone that is hurting more and more each day just because of this this this reasons, is just that we didn't want to try to give up, cause we don't know who's the next person is the person good or bad. So we're afraid to give up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its easy to say harder to do, cause we gals are soft-hearted, but the thing is how long can we be? The more chance we give the guy they take us for granted they think that without them we'll die, yes maybe we will but like what people always say, time will heals everything. I burst out into laughter thinking about the past begging one and another to patch with me, but when I give up, everyone was wanting me back. What's the point?! Like what one of my friend Felicia told me, "be the upper hand of your guy instead of bottom hand, if he says he wants to break its fine, no matter how much you love him, if he choose this path he'll regret." But after that I didn't really listen to her until the day I broke up with an idiot which cause millions and millions of cut in my heart, and I contact her, I know I must be the upper hand, but sometimes also the lower hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert another name* &lt;/span&gt;babe, you told me when you're feeling better you would tell me what happened, please remember okay? Don't be sorry when I needed someone you're not there I'm not that petty though sometimes I really want somebody to talk to yet nobody close to me online...(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babe, I read your blog saying you wants someone to love you for who you are, but I can tell you there's no longer man like this in this world. Every good guys are either gay, married, fairy tales or dead. Now a days almost all guys are fooling around with girl's feelings, they get what they want or they get bored of you they dump you and say its over. I once talked to my very good friend, don't wish to review his name out I'll just say about this conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Your guys always fool around with other gals, we gals can fool around with other guys too what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: Where can?! Its different, you see we poke other girls and your get poke by other guys where got same? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Why cannot? what's the different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: *silent*Just different, our girlfriend only can get poke by us not other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: selfish creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I don't blame him for it, cause its also not my problem. I understand what is he doing cause to him its still not the time to settle down though his already 31 years old. I'm like asking an view from him, is like since some guys has already betrayed us and we've already found out so why not? Since we don't even know whether the girl go aids a not? So why not we try too. I really don't understand why, why guys just can't stick to one girl? That difficult? That hard to control your fucking dicks to stick to one cunt? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out to eat with his both aunties and his family. Well, went for steamboat and hubby brought me a kimono. Well, I love it intend to wear it tomorrow to shop(: Blog again tomorrow BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-9169136576970069711?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/9169136576970069711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=9169136576970069711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9169136576970069711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9169136576970069711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/babes-bastard-and-hubbys-birthday.html' title='Babes, Bastard and Hubby&apos;s Birthday.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3832973796332714204</id><published>2008-11-09T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:04:04.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home~~~</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to see my 3 beloved cousins Kriscilla, Nicholas and Jonathan. I'm kind of lazy to upload the pictures you want I can update on the 29th when their first month and my mum's birthday. Baby's birthday is on monday, tomorrow we're going to have dinner at Bugis, guess what we're going to eat steam boat, I think we would die cause now a days weather is fucking hot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow we're going to have dinner and before dinner, I would love to go bugis village with hubby to see his tops. Right now I'm having a toothache and it leads to headache. I really hope to pluck out that bloody teeth as soon as possible!! Well, ok! I'm going to watch my show right now! Blog tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3832973796332714204?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3832973796332714204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3832973796332714204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3832973796332714204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3832973796332714204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/home.html' title='Home~~~'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3969410004219428152</id><published>2008-11-06T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:19:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more</title><content type='html'>Heidi Montag - No More&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tried, boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tried to blame it on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first it worked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was feeling so guilty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said, you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the reason why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We couldn't work out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that was all a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I gave you boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's your loss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause you made the choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To walk out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you want me back around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I never loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never loved yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have never let you have my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me not want to feel again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made me scared to open up, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm better off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more bad days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't need you to validate me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't need you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't need you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't need you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't need you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made me think we had something real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then you tried to use the way I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Against me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make me a yes girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to free myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I can't let you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get the best of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to free myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause you're not the one for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I bet you wish you had my again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you wish you never made that decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause now you want me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I cry myself to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me, where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridge: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did everything you asked me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nothing was good enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And baby, we're through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You act so arrogant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You act like you're heaven sent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm not gonna let you get the best of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll find someone who loves me for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this song represent the past. The song is really a very nice song. Try listening (: bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3969410004219428152?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3969410004219428152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3969410004219428152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3969410004219428152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3969410004219428152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-250612967338607843</id><published>2008-11-06T03:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:11:51.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends That Are Real..</title><content type='html'>Erica misunderstand me for some reasons, but everything is fine now. Hey babes, if you're reading my blog I do remember all of you and stuff is just some personal reason of mine that I didn't wants to contact all of you. Well, still remembering that we use to wait for each other after our CCA over time flies. Its already end of the year already. Only spend my time with you babes for 6 months but its so memorable. Sweethearts you babes are always the one whole lighten up my life when I'm so so so done. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby is going to take his IPPT tomorrow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*LAUGHS* &lt;/span&gt;I'm like laughing like crazy whenever he tells Uncle Mike they all that tomorrow he's going for his IPPT. Ok, I know that I'm bad to laugh at him, sorry. Well, Jack is very good, his eating like whatever we're eating. Uncle Mike will bring him down for night walks. Well, at least he follow uncle mike. The best things, and everybody in the shop loves him a lot a lot. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy that his happy with Uncle Mike. Well, though sometimes I would really miss him, but its a good thing that Uncle Mike gives him the attention. I'm just happy for him. Well, its time to slim down I think, I'm growing like uber fat now. Well tomorrow going swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just hoping that rainy days passes asap. I really wants to see the happy faces like today again. I really want, especially to QQ, Ah Hiang and Uncle Mike. I really hoping, also hoping to find that fucker, hope he die also won't die in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-250612967338607843?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/250612967338607843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=250612967338607843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/250612967338607843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/250612967338607843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-that-are-real.html' title='Friends That Are Real..'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-9107553790963702191</id><published>2008-11-04T05:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:56:43.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack I love you</title><content type='html'>I given my beloved Jack to Uncle Mike, though I'm worried, but I think he would be fine. Just that Uncle Mike told me once he reached home he was barking and Uncle Mike tried to calm him down. I'm worried how is he now, till now I'm still not asleep. The feeling is irritating, the feeling feels so sour it seems like I cannot take it that Jack is given away but I've got no choice cause Michelle couldn't take care of it anymore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm crying and crying.. I'm worried damn worried about Jack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-9107553790963702191?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/9107553790963702191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=9107553790963702191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9107553790963702191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9107553790963702191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/11/jack-i-love-you.html' title='Jack I love you'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2747181539551029654</id><published>2008-10-30T00:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:37:04.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friendships and some fucked up assholes.'/><title type='text'>Those moments &amp; Ego Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SQiVVMMHPpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MKzJ24JjT7g/s1600-h/DSC01265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SQiVVMMHPpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MKzJ24JjT7g/s320/DSC01265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262620355864247954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its almost 3 weeks, those feelings are still wandering in every part of my mind and heart. Those moments we went through are so unforgettable, whenever go hi5 there's always a comment leave for me from him, asking how me and baby are doing. On the 19th of Oct I did post about the journey to the airport was very long, but the feelings now are even worst then before. Its only shortly 2 weeks coming 3, but the feeling is like he have left for 12934745865492 months. I still remember the last time we went CP to have fun, when QQ sang &lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/singerlist/%CE%E9%B0%DB.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;伍佰&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(198, 10, 0);   font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;一生最爱的人 that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;song I really feels like crying, but I hold back because I really don't wish to spoilt his mood neither the rest of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on that day when he left, my heart really aches, especially when he went into the gate. I know that alot of things is fated, QQ say that he'll come back, but I don't think he is going to anymore. I really miss him alot alot, they are all my brothers moreover he is one of my beloved one. You peeps can say you all understand how it feels but seriously your can't. Too much things has happened seriously, comes to weekdays everyone is stressing over money. I can't help much, so I'm only there to support them or when they needed to talk to me I'll be there. Neither I want anyone to hurt them or mentally torture them, but who am I to stop, who has the power who have got the right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasmine, I know you've gone through alot with Shaun and now Clement is trying to ruin it, babe, ignore him he's just thinking that everyone owes him EVERYTHING. Whatever people do have to got his permission then we can do. He think that his the God of the world. I'm not trying to insult anyone here, but seriously speaking everyone see him this way, even my friends, my family, even those that say he's good ONCE. I never felt like a clown when I was with him, inside the train and stuff saying sorry to him and EVEN BEGGING him like a dog when we broke up, I feel as if I'm UGLY until I can't find a better guy than him. He keeps telling me to give up cause I kept questioning him. That time I really felt I wasted 6 -8 days of my life listening to what shit he has got to say. When I look back now, I felt so SHAMELESS that period of time, no wonder you keep scolding me EVERYONE has been scolding me about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after I moved on Clement has been asking me to call him and asking for a patch. I asked him a question "If a glass is broken into many pieces no matter how you mend it, it will still be a broken glass. Water will leak, the glass will be ugly." He told me " I can reform my glass its okay." I felt so funny feel like laughing. I'm not out here to make him lose face nor make him angry. I'm just stating the facts since he saying my sis like this, he's not even better than her. Like what Michelle has said,  Clement is just trying to show off how much his girl will listen to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I told everyone the correct phrase of him. A guy with a fucking small size guy with a FUCKING BIG EGO, I bet even bigger than the world. I'm not taking any revenge or anything. I'm just letting everybody know what fucked up person he is.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2747181539551029654?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2747181539551029654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2747181539551029654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2747181539551029654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2747181539551029654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/10/those-moments-ego-man.html' title='Those moments &amp; Ego Man'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SQiVVMMHPpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MKzJ24JjT7g/s72-c/DSC01265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4960384763009835561</id><published>2008-10-26T05:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:59:02.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when you think is true, its actually a lie.</title><content type='html'>Okay, since a few peeps of mine has been complaining I haven't been updating lately. I've been in shop till 4-5 am every single night. My beauty sleep was getting lesser and lesser, but the lucky thing is when I asked baby to leave to work first, I would ask QQ to ride me from baby's home to shop. Sometimes people would misunderstands things, QQ and I are really brothers and sisters, nothing for both of us to explain about whether do we like each other. I love everyone in the shop and we're all brothers and sisters. Even baby don't take it to mind seriously, though I know that his jealous sometimes. I know that everyone treats me as a little sister and I treat them all as my big brothers and sisters but baby is always the one I love. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what is going to happen in the future I don't care as long as baby is always by my side supporting me and even my brothers and sisters are around me to make me laugh I'm already very happy I'm already satisfy with life. I already have such a nice boyfriend what more am I asking for?! (: So even though how close I am with QQ or whoever in the shop, I don't have a second thought of admiring QQ or whoever. I only know they are there for me whenever I needed them and I'm there for them whenever they needed me, I also know baby is always the one by my side every single minute. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear Jasmine, I heard from you what has Clement said, why don't you just ignore him and ask him lick his girlfriend's pussy and shut up!? He can't just stop interfering in people's life. I can admit to God that he say that he don't like Shaun for a period of time. I still remember clearly what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A period of time Shaun got an accident and didn't wanted to let his parents know and wanted to stay over at Clement's house but Clement didn't allowed, If I didn't remember wrongly Clement told Shaun that he's parents doesn't allow and ask Shaun to admit to his parents that he got into an accident so end up Shaun send an message to Clement saying that he lied to his parents saying that he's staying out for a chalet thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another incident is when Shaun and you passed me the perfume and lotion cause I brought an expensive wallet during Christmas last year, for another Shawn and he buy back a perfume and lotion for me, during that time Clement was at my house and Shaun asked me whether is Clement with me, but I lied on that day he was at my house sleeping while I alone went downstairs to collect the perfume and lotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know if Shaun were to read this now he would have either forgotten or don't believe cause Clement once hurt me and now maybe I want to take revenge. But Shaun let me tell you this, I can't totally put in 100% hopes in you will believe me, but I hope you do. I admit that I don't like you once, but I really can't believe what Clement has said to you about Jasmine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might be thinking that I'm helping Jasmine. But trust me, I told him once that I don't like you and he ask me to just pretend nothing happened and whenever we go out you're just a driver driving me back to Tampines. Not trying to hurt all your feelings and trusted this friend so much, but I really can't stand his attitude. I bet you didn't know this, even after both of us break up he beg to want me back when he said those hurtful things. He can act like an angel infront of you yet a bastard devil behind your back trust me. He even got the cheeks to come and message my aunt saying that "LUCKY A NICE GAL CAME BY AFTER ANNA LEFT". Trust me anot, your choice I've already tell you everything. Don't believe I can't help you. Cause you're trusting a fcuking big lier! He even tell my current boyfriend few days after we break up " Anna's problem is no longer mine problem" but end up half and hour later calling me and crying asking me to give him back a chance, and still lying to me that he saw me walking home from bus stop and even saw me at Tampines mall with one of my guy friend. He's like LYING to me please for god sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I say he lied, cause I didn't go school AT ALL once I broke up with him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, yes I'm with that guy but we didn't walked pass the place that sells bubble tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, when he tells my current boyfriend he don't want to bother yet end up he still bothers and irritated me every single afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you believe but I'm speaking the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;{Edited}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for QQ to come and fetch me from baby's home to Michelle's house and to the shop. But he's still asleep. Its 2.58pm in the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4960384763009835561?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4960384763009835561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4960384763009835561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4960384763009835561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4960384763009835561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-when-you-think-is-true-its.html' title='Sometimes when you think is true, its actually a lie.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2335760407195825768</id><published>2008-10-19T06:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T06:25:28.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is a so called friendship this person means.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The journey to the airport was so short, I didn't notice it will take less than 15mins we've reached airport. I didn't wanted to cry infront of everybody, but when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*insert name here* &lt;/span&gt;went in I couldn't hold back to my tears anymore, I wanted to cry but I didn't want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;*insert name here* &lt;/span&gt; to see that I'm crying over it. I starting to miss&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;*insert name here* &lt;/span&gt; already, once I went back, I wasn't in the mood to even talk nor joke, but slowly I accept that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;*insert name here* &lt;/span&gt; is gone I don't want him/her to know that I'm upset over it but obviously&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; "&gt;*insert name here* &lt;/span&gt; knows about it. I feels like shit honestly speaking. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that all along all of us has trusted someone that we shouldn't all the feelings are like as if you're being stab in behind your back for millions and millions of times.  I cannot believe someone could even do that to his friends that helped him the most when he needed and yet he let his friends to suffer all this things for him. My heart aches every time this problem is the topic, but I know we've got no choice.  I hope things would be better soon. I really wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2335760407195825768?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2335760407195825768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2335760407195825768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2335760407195825768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2335760407195825768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/10/journey-to-airport-was-long-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3740090514006806470</id><published>2008-10-16T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:02:42.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday; &lt;/span&gt;It was John's birthday and yet it  seems so normal till his friend forced him to message all of us, so indeed we receive a message from him to meet up for dinner. So after baby's 2 customer we rush cab down to Clarke Quay. I didn't take any photos CAUSE IT WAS SO LAST MIN and just nice my camera died on me. So continue from there, we went to Clarke Quay waited for John's friend but he was late so we went into the steak house since John was craving for STEAKS. So John, Ben and baby and me went in to The Steak House to wait for John's friend. So I ordered Filet Mignon, John and baby was crazy to order a 500g steak called Porterhouse and Ben ordered sirloin steak.&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmm, meeting Claris tomorrow, I'm craving for Ichiban Boshi's LOBSTER SUSHI I'm just craving for sushi that's all. Hmmmmm, tomorrow eat what leh... Sushi or Crystal Jade?? I'm still craving for sushi badly well will see how. I'm going to buy my make up set tomorrow, and I need to buy somethings for my both lovely cousin that are coming out soon! I'm waiting for them to arrive. Well, shall sleep it's getting late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps; I don't wish anything to happened to my friend especially you know who you are. I don't wish anyone of you are missing in my life. I want you guys to be complete and be perfect. I don't want anything to happened to anyone has left a very nice very lovable footprints in my lifes especially my beloved friends and my current boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps;/ Dear Father Who Arts In Heaven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that I'm talking to you lesser and lesser. Please forgive me for this, please protect my friends through all these things that they are going through, I believe you can hear what I'm saying I just want them to be perfectly fine. My grandma is going to China in a few days time, please protect her from any danger that will be harmful to her. My friends, my family and all my love ones are in your arm Father, please protect them as I know you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps:/ Jasmine if you reads my blog, please don't be sensitive I know shaun loves you. And will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3740090514006806470?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3740090514006806470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3740090514006806470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3740090514006806470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3740090514006806470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-it-was-johns-birthday-and-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5518018449753114760</id><published>2008-10-06T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:39:13.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SOj9VNTLA-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/2VL0U_zVL6Q/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SOj9VNTLA-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/2VL0U_zVL6Q/s320/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253727506116838370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very happy this few days, there's no quarreling happening all these and that. Well, Cherry is back from singapore, she brought me a bag, and she brought ah hiang a polo shirt with number as the logo and what ah hiang told us was... The shirt look like those malaysian guys always wear one. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs*. &lt;/span&gt;Well, shall blog about my days this few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;05.10.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WASTED MY TIME TODAY!! Its supposed to be baby's off day, but because of some irresponsible people we waited for them the whole day yet they didn't turn up when they have book appointment. I wanted to go swimming today and end up! Because of all these selfish people I've got to wait another week or even longer. So boiling, learned how to draw rose today, well not as hard as I think but over all its fun. Especially with the group of crazy around me everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;04.10.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to meet up with my mum to see am I able to change my plan and stuff. But, sad to say is unable too. So we went to eat Gelare I ate Carbonara pasta, baby ate some Roasted Chicken Sandwhich and mummy ate waffle with ice-cream, and she told me that time when she brought Kriscilla to Gelare, Kris ate finish her waffle instead of her own ice-cream. Haha. Then after that we went walking around Plaza Sing and went back to work when my mum go down to Michelle's place. Then go back shop, catch flies again, but there was lion dance and stuff to watch due to The Nine Emperor Gods Festival. Its very nice! Guess what! I saw my grandma's friend there Leong Shifu. Haha. But when I try to video his face, people are always blocking me! So angry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;03.10.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In shop catching flies. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*laughs* &lt;/span&gt;Nothing much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;02.10.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Bugis with him because we need to buy things for my grandma and uncle mike, due to walking around in Bugis my big baby saw those print on pictures for handphone and laptop he went to asked whether can it be done on the name card holder now his craving for it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*shake head* &lt;/span&gt;Currently looking for job, hoping to work in MCP but don't know whether does stanley want to hire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01.10.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Michelle's house for dinner, and wayyyyyyyyyyy before the dinner, there was quarreling between me and Mr. Chan Boon Leong because his TOOOOOOO sensitive to whatever my family members says about him when the previous time he went up for dinner. Kris was as disturbing as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.09.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened, we went a bar and cafe restaurant for dinner and drinking session, just Ah Hiang, baby and me, $89.60  with 2 pit and 1 half pit of Hoegarden, 1 Fish &amp;amp; Chips, 1 Cheese Mushroom Baked Rice, 1 Chicken Leg stuffed with mushroom &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*forgotten what isit called*. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Well, that's all for that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.09.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quarreled with him again in the morning because of the attitude from the service auntie when buying bubble tea, but it was partly my fault to shout at him for no reasons. After that found out I'm bleeding &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*ahem knowing where* *laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Then went back to shop, where tofu was there already waiting for us. So we chit chat together. Then in the night quarrel again due to him keep disturbing me when I was already getting angry because he keeps disturbing me, well like previous day, its also partly my fault due to pms and bad tempered. Nearly broke up due to that incident. That marks the worst day of mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SOj9URkz5hI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fJND3HxrPds/s320/DSC01230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253727490084693522" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SOj9UPvInbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Erjn4xzActs/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253727489591123378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SOj9VM17QkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/etKC4j3Otgg/s320/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253727505994170946" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SOj9USgV1yI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RWtWNGjew3w/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253727490334381858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5518018449753114760?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5518018449753114760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5518018449753114760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5518018449753114760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5518018449753114760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-very-happy-this-few-days-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SOj9VNTLA-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/2VL0U_zVL6Q/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6615402881327016534</id><published>2008-10-04T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:50:37.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family are important to me always &amp; forever.</title><content type='html'>I've brought my handphone on the 28th sept. I thought when I brought my handphone I will be very happy, but the thing was I didn't dare to admit that I wasn't till the day I had a big fight with baby and I said it to him. I meet my grandfather I want him to buy me a phone, but when I know that his wife was there too, I was in the mood of forgetting about the phone, but I didn't cause I don't want his money go to that woman. When the moment I knew that she was there, my feelings starting to confuse me, my mind asking me questions like nobody's business. I tried to forget everything in the pass, but only whenever I'm asleep I won't think of it. I know whatever has happened would not change, I know whatever is going to happen can change. But I don't know whether is too late to change everything. He was one a very good, nice and sweet grandpa that I have. But turn out to be the worst, unreasonable and irresponsible grandpa I have. I don't want anyone to hurt my family anymore, I don't want anyone to hurt me anymore I want everyone to be happy. I don't want to hurt my mother anymore, I didn't blame my mother from bringing me into this world, I just want her to be happy that's all. But I know that I cannot make her happy because I've did something terrible that private and confidential. I hope she would forgive me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She blames herself when I turned out to be so stubborn and bad-tempered. I'm sorry mummy, I don't want to see you get hurt anymore. Well, I've been quarreling with my boyf for sometimes already, I know all the quarreling starts because of me, I'm sorry baby... I'm very bad-tempered and annoying sometimes. I hope you don't mind and continue this relationship with me. You know I'm not complete without you. I really hope you love me like before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma, I love you, I really love you alot alot. No matter what I do you're always behind supporting me whenever I got no money I know you're the one giving it to me, I know you're the one trying to help me out, but I always let you down and find you annoying I'm sorry I misses you alot when I'm at mr.chan's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle, giving birth already. Hope that 2 little cousin of mine is as cute as kriscilla. I love you too. Whenever in msn you'll make me laugh because what kriscilla do or whatever. I'll go up to your house to have dinner whenever Mr.Chan and me are free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all my family members and baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-6615402881327016534?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6615402881327016534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6615402881327016534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6615402881327016534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6615402881327016534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-are-important-to-me-always.html' title='Family are important to me always &amp; forever.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-9013548257466006627</id><published>2008-09-26T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:32:34.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brainless People Living In SINGAPORE'/><title type='text'>Such people without a life.</title><content type='html'>I'm still so angry with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;insert name here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;such a busybody as usual, since I was with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;insert another name here &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;till now still no changes. Well, stop talking about her, talking about her makes me want to slap her right in the face. She's just another person without a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my phone! In the shop, well I've make a police report, but I don't think they are going to do anything about it. Just that they'll check the phone shop see whether this stone guys has sell it. Well come in to our shop to have tattoo, when you finished your tattoo you paid, before you left take our crigaette and TOOK MY PHONE! I'm cursing and swearing that you'll die in Vietnam by bomb or someone took a gun and rob you. You want the phone take, but at least give me back my sim card and memory card not say I cannot afford to buy phone. I'm not like you, come friend shop do tattoo and yet end up taking our things. Hope you this mother fucker get yourself in jail for the rest of you life man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Hiang they all was like saying whoever who takes my phone will going to be very unlucky because I would curse and swear about it. So now I'm don't have a phone, enjoying it because I'm too use to a phone, and my phone always ring in the middle of the night OR early in the morning. So I get to have my beauty sleep. Well, Ah Hoe is such a nice guy saying that he would buy a phone for me provided if he win his betting. But it would be the best if he wins his betting. Not only because of my phone, is a win win situation because he got money he also would buy me a phone. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;*smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really hope to see that guy in newspaper soon!!!! If my phone he really steals it and let me see him again, I'm going to kick his balls and make sure he go inside jail for the rest of his life. CURSE CURSE CURSE! That's why people say don't ever offend a woman when she has got nothing to do with you. Maybe one day you might find your dick and balls inside your own mouth and make you eat them up. I'll be cursing you everyday, one more thing I bet yellow ribbon don't suit people like you ASSHOLE! Stop staying in this world stealing people things just stay at home and do whatever things you want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear God Who Arts In Heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me for being such nasty with people like this, I did my best try not to get angry, but this person is beyond hope. I know you in the bible you'll say Forgive and Forget for what they have done. Even though I forgive and forget he's still doing things that harm other people. Forgive me as I'm being so nasty and being so rude, but he don't deserve me to respect him as he don't respect me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-9013548257466006627?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/9013548257466006627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=9013548257466006627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9013548257466006627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9013548257466006627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/09/such-people-without-life.html' title='Such people without a life.'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-1191887018727600088</id><published>2008-09-24T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:25:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonder why people are always so busybody with people's affair. Well, sometimes I don't know whether people like this have a life. Well, I don't know whether say she needs a spec or she having cock eye. My dp didn't change its always the same, I don't know whether they are jealous of it or what. Well, yes I change boyf very fast after I break up but its not because I've a need of a boyf but is why give up the whole ocean because of one fish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've nothing to blog then just don't blog about others. Well, every girl you don't like, you seems like want to pick a big fight with her. I wondered why!? You don't have a life or what? OOPS I can't blame it, devoted won't last forever, my friend has been devoted to her boyf and yet her boyf keeps on cheating on her over and over again. Devotion don't stay long, you think its a different guy please, open your eyes bigger, go see a eye specialist or just simply keep your mouth shut. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps;/ I would love to know your condition after you see a doctor(; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-1191887018727600088?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/1191887018727600088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=1191887018727600088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/1191887018727600088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/1191887018727600088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonder-why-people-are-always-so.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-1870001369343743238</id><published>2008-09-20T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:38:40.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How long? How long more can you please tell me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weather now a days are getting bad to worst but well, if cherry were to come over to swim it would be the best! Why? Cause then I am able to get tan! It has been a long long time since I've get tan under the hot sun. I'm waiting, waiting for the right time to get tan man.  Now a days he just concern about works then I would be like a pig sitting down there waiting his work to end. No more swimming moments or resting day. Is 24/7 work!!! I'm going to go crazy sooner or later only. Lots of things in my mind, I'm worried not saying that I'm selfish, but people do have off days or even some day of rest. But its not, I know its service line, but if now and forever my life only have home, shop, home. Then I'm going to be a person that bored to death. The rest of them are different at least they go drinking be happy, what about me? Whenever I'm at home what I do? Computer, psp and watch tv, in shop? computer, psp, talk talk or even NOTHING. I want to go out, I need to go out I want to go shopping! Though it marks our 5th month together, but I found out that I'm craving for alot of things yet I can't get it, I craving for watching movie together going out together, but if without your friends you think we go the chance to go town area that night? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how long more I can stand being in the shop every single day. I don't mean that I'm not happy that. But not every day since afternoon till night, I had fun there too. But no matter what I'm human too, I need you to spend time with me outside, not only in shop and home. I really wonder, am I just someone you accompanied as and when you like. When then my craving can stop? When then can we really sit down spend time watching movie in cinema and having dinner outside alone, not with friends or anything? When can you tell me? I'm tired of waiting. I want you to tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps;/ I don't mean I can't suffer together with you, but it has been almost 4months we hadn't go out for so long(ONLY BOTH OF US). I really don't know how long more I can wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-1870001369343743238?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/1870001369343743238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=1870001369343743238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/1870001369343743238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/1870001369343743238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/09/weather-now-days-are-getting-bad-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2528295795515526628</id><published>2008-09-19T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:37:22.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm angry and upset at this very moment, went drinking with Uncle Mike they all but never expected its not at city plaza. I don't want to mention anything here but I only can say that I'm disappointed but I know that its hard on them too. I know when someone hit (enter name here)'s face Uncle Mike heart hurts more than any other people does. Uncle Mike is the oldest among all of us the 3 of them was very good friend nothing happened till now suddenly things getting more and more out of hand. Though I know them for 4 months cannot say long but also cannot say short. I spend almost every day, afternoon and night with them. I never thought that whatever they do is going to make me angry nor upset me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listen from stories to stories, whenever I listen to the stories how I wish I wasn't there to know things like that has happened how I wish I was still sick unable to get out of the house to listen all this stories again and again. I'm not sick of listening, I'm just scare to face the truth that one day something serious might really happened to them, I'm running away from this matter to happen because they are our love ones. Uncle Mike's love one, Ah Gong Jun's love ones, Ah Hiang's love ones everyone in the shop's loves one. Even mine, I don't even want to know what is going to happen neither do I think what is going to happen. I just want that happy moments I every spend in shop and even those days when we go city plaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope. I don't want to see everybody because of this matter getting so upset. I just want everyone to be happy and even if its going takes times I'm willing to wait till things change into the better.&lt;/div&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/1223209731855038661-2528295795515526628?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2528295795515526628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2528295795515526628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2528295795515526628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2528295795515526628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-angry-and-upset-at-this-very-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8305260439710007029</id><published>2008-09-18T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:09:49.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always Second Chance. Remove The Labels "ex-prisoner."</title><content type='html'>Yesterday watched a HK gangster movie show. Talking about him getting into trouble and ended up in prison, but when he was release from prison everybody didn't given him the second chance to change into a better person especially police themselves.  Not trying to criticise the name of Police, but sometimes they thinks that people are always the same, never change. Some people would never give second chance to anyone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are always selfish, nobody in this world is perfect, so removed their label or ex-prisoner. Anyway, AVENGED IS COMING SINGAPORE FOR CONCERT !!! I'm definitely going!!! No matter what! SO SAVE MONEY NOW! AND GO FOR THEIR CONCERT!!! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8305260439710007029?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8305260439710007029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8305260439710007029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8305260439710007029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8305260439710007029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-always-second-chance-remove.html' title='There&apos;s Always Second Chance. Remove The Labels &quot;ex-prisoner.&quot;'/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3411975847925398564</id><published>2008-09-16T04:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:01:37.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad day/ Happy day.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though today wasn't a day for me but I'm already at the end of the day.  Though time really passes very slowly whenever my day is bad, but at least my love ones are also around me to cheer me up. I'm sleepy... I shall sleep now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3411975847925398564?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3411975847925398564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3411975847925398564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3411975847925398564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3411975847925398564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/09/though-today-wasnt-day-for-me-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-4420763585556551659</id><published>2008-09-10T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:42:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time since I've blogged, well I'm going to swim with cherry tomorrow and also going to dye and highlight my hair tomorrow. (: I'm excited, photo will be up asap. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-4420763585556551659?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/4420763585556551659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=4420763585556551659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4420763585556551659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/4420763585556551659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5004193384423848635</id><published>2008-08-29T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:33:46.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pms and dumb ass.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PMS!! ArghhhzZzZ I wonder why do gals have to go through so much shit than guys. Though they always says that army is much worse than all these things we're going through. But at least they just go through it for 2years and then wait for reservice or war then they got the start what they go through again, but what we gals go through is EVERY MONTH, 7DAYS, CRAMPS AND MOOD SWINGS. It seems like no guys understand that, you guys will only think that gals are just being over reacting over things like that. Like mood swing is you, yourself wants to let things affect your mood. Of couse IS ME that is mood swinging but is just irritating when you're actually bleeding at your cunt and yet someone is finding fault or irritating you. Is totally annoying. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you guys thinks about gals are just what ever shit you guys are thinking, not trying to offence every guy in this world but some definitely there's some people thinking that they are very smart yet more stupid than a idiot. In the afternoon I just quarreled with Eugune's brother Ernest I was like on msn and yet he came to disturb with all the shit what your boyfriend is so fat and whatever shit. I was like so what if his fat at least he's not like you childish and all stuff. Quarreled about 30mins then he went offline around 5mins online again and then block me straight away. Coward, wants to act like you're smart but in a way you're more stupid than a idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all you do is jerk off in class when the teacher is teaching you during Health Education. He simply asked me this question right in the face, why do gals bleed every month I think during primary school Health Education would teach why do gals bleed and why do guys break voice when they hit a certain age. But I think he doesn't know what I'm saying too. So never mind just let him stay what he is now. Well, tomorrow celebrating Ah Hiang's birthday at city plaza Royal Sports Club. They wants him to drunk by 1am. Hahahaha! Good Luck Ah Hiang. Ok, shall go. Bye photos will be uploaded after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS;// people who is interested in having a tattoo please go to this blog and take a look of what some of the artist have done and maybe you wants to drop by and have one. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;www.ink-of-soul.blogpsot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5004193384423848635?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5004193384423848635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5004193384423848635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5004193384423848635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5004193384423848635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/pms-arghhhzzzz-i-wonder-why-do-gals.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6455116014411364610</id><published>2008-08-25T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:01:40.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why whenever I heard the song I live my life for you by firehouse my heart would sank and tears will be trapped inside my eyes. Whenever songs like I Remember by Stabbing Westward I would remember him and her, whenever songs like To Be With You by Mr.Big I would remember those time when I'm with him for the very very first time at pf3 one playing pool another one playing foosball(table soccer), and For You I Will by Teddy Geiger I would remember those times where me and him going church together and hanging out after that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of couple now a days I heard is asking one another to change into the person the other party wants it to be. Like one of Jessica Simpson song I Belong To Me after she divorce with Nick Lachey "Love don't mean changing who you are, to be who somebody wants you to be" I know I've went through things like that before and both of us left that path late. If passerby that having situational like that I'm sorry not trying to tell you to break up with your boyf or whatever but know what you're doing. If you're feeling hurt and tired of changing or even when you changed he didn't notice or he said not enough I would advice you to let yourself and him a path to choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is short enjoy them instead of being sad and angry always. I'm a very short tempered gal I blames nobody but myself to be so short temper and I regret cause in my life in every small little things that people do I don't like I would get angry easily. I am also a cry baby never stop crying over things that happen even 10 over years ago. Alright I shall stop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-6455116014411364610?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6455116014411364610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6455116014411364610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6455116014411364610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6455116014411364610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-why-whenever-i-heard-song-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-330076017086208907</id><published>2008-08-23T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:21:41.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White Lion- Never Let You Go'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>White Lion- Never let you go lyrics.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the bed is cold as ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tears are falling from your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afraid to make a move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But dying to be touched &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the night is getting long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we are blind to what is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only you could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With you I want to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the questions in your head they are killing you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remember what I said and promised you promised you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't ever let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will love you everyday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There won't ever come a day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we will say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause love can never die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when nothing works &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all you do just getting worse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your mind you've given up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But waiting to be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your hope is gone and lost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you don't know who you should trust &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're crying out for help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You try to carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the time is running out and it's the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remember what I said and I promised you promised you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't ever let you go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will love you everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope I pray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There won't ever come a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we will say goodbye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause love can never die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't ever let you go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will love you eveyrday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope I pray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There won't ever come a day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we will say goodbye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause love can never die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-330076017086208907?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/330076017086208907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=330076017086208907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/330076017086208907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/330076017086208907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/white-lion-never-let-you-go-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5589398635566281760</id><published>2008-08-23T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:01:41.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Through Glass Lyrics.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Through the glass lyrics.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, god it feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel? That is the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I forget.. you don't expect an easy answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When like a soul becomes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't expect a bit of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while you're outside looking in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Describing what you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember what you're staring at is me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much is real? So much to question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An epidemic of the mannequins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contaminating everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When thought came from the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never did right for the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just listen to the noises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No more sad voices)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you tell yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just a different scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember it's just different from what you've seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That shine for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That lie to you.. yeah-ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, god it feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That shine for you.. yeah-ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That lie to you.. yeah-ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That lie  to you .. yeah-ah- yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhoh when the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh oh when he stars that lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1223209731855038661-5589398635566281760?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5589398635566281760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5589398635566281760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5589398635566281760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5589398635566281760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/through-glass-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5571091000561904292</id><published>2008-08-15T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:39:42.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe people like ******************, another spammer and j know what's is right and wrong. Cause I can tell by them tagging in my tag blog it shows that they are just like kids that CANNOT grow up. They think that what they are doing is correct and even thinks that they're the best in the world. Well, if I can find out who are they I would envy them but they are wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy to coward to admit who they are. Well, too bad for me then I can't envy them. Means they are just a bunch of kiddos that haven't suck enough of their mother's milk. Sorry not trying to insult their parents. I don't blame it on their parents that they are like that but is they doesn't want to learn how to be responsible. Haha what can I expect from them they are just a bunch of kiddos haven't drink enough of milk yet want to see the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit that I haven't see the world yet cause I know that I will never get to see the whole world but people like them thinks that they are so smart that they have seens THE WHOLE WORLD. Sigh, kiddos kiddos when are you going to stop dreaming and wake up from that "wonderland" you thinking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I removed my cbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason for me to remove is because I know the longer cbox is around the sooner I would close down this blog, but in my mind I doesn't want to close it down because there are way too many memories in this blog and I also know that I can't afford to keep everything to myself instead of blogging it out. Whatever those spammers written on my tag board some has hurt my friends but some of them wanted to find out who the spammer is and wack them up. I believe they are protecting me that's why they are asking me to find out who is the spammer and the culprit. Not trying to threaten anyone here but they are preventing me from getting hurt instead of seeing me continue getting insulted by people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've grown up from a broken family I don't care whatever people insult me what. Cause whatever the person say I still need to look on the bright side and continue living my life if not I will be easily defeated in life. I used to fall whenever things like this happen, but because of in the past friends and family has teaches me to stay strong because people like them are just jealous, mad or even just brainless just out here to make me angry so whatever is it I have to stay strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also because of one person I also learn how to live my life. If J, *************** and another spammer thinks that I'm a coward then go ahead thinking, cause you'll are just CHILDISH. Well, bye I hope you fall down on the road one day and die *CURSING* and I'M SERIOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5571091000561904292?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5571091000561904292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5571091000561904292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5571091000561904292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5571091000561904292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-believe-people-like-another-spammer.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5463843698983462431</id><published>2008-08-10T22:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:29:29.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was national day nothing special cause its like normal saturday, just that Suntec and Marina Square will be pack like hell just because of the fireworks?? Though my day was still in the shop with the bad headache but it was still not as bad end up in the night it was fun like crazy cause we had BBQ and drinking sessions BB was like running away from all the drinking while me drinking like mad yesterday till uncle mike stop me from drinking after that Martell. I'm fat!!! I having my beer belly VERY SOON!!! I have been drinking quite alot this month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before the moment we wants to go home Qian Li was uber drunk I was afraid and worried for him and uncle mike say let end the party because Qian Li was uber drunk till he cannot take it, so uncle mike they all send him and the rest home while me and hubby take taxi home I was so worried for Qian Li I even ask BB whether is he ok(like as if he knows if qian li is ok. Hit forehead). I went home bath already and watch tv then sleep when the sky was bright &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture: Ah Hong, Handsome Uncle Mike, Ah Hiang, BB, Eileen and Ah Gong the Terrorist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911896736240802" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJ8JpRnhFKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r3EtW6UFwKo/s320/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Ah Hong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Uncle Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911892122636930" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJ8JpAbjEoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TclFrYWa7qY/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232913035451951058" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJ8Krjqf59I/AAAAAAAAAUE/m4nlyIdHhEw/s320/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Ah Hiang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911875704132146" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJ8JoDREkjI/AAAAAAAAATc/OsMWQzgDtbc/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911884714799106" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJ8Jok1YcAI/AAAAAAAAATk/GRsGk_7kvN4/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr.Ninja and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Elieen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232911887967830642" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJ8Jow89wnI/AAAAAAAAATs/a1FFzCW3ynw/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5463843698983462431?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5463843698983462431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5463843698983462431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5463843698983462431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5463843698983462431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-was-national-day-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJ8JpRnhFKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r3EtW6UFwKo/s72-c/DSC00370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5018512900594428531</id><published>2008-08-05T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:32:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck I'm just a fucking transparents doll to you right? Fuck it lah ok I give up I give up everything! FUCK OFF. I'm really very piss off with you. Go ahead sharing your love with your friends and heck care about me ok!!?? I GIVE UP! UNDERSTAND I GIVE UP!! I don't want to know anything about you anymore!! FUCK IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5018512900594428531?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5018512900594428531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5018512900594428531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5018512900594428531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5018512900594428531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck-im-just-fucking-transparents-doll.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2115980254076195739</id><published>2008-08-05T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:30:25.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't understand whether am I a transparents doll or fuck lei. I very angry but I also don't know what to do. Fuck it I just take it as a fucking transparents doll ok!? You go ahead with your friends I'm just a fucking transparent doll for you. Go ahead sharing your love with them not me anymore ok!  I'm giving up Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2115980254076195739?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2115980254076195739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2115980254076195739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2115980254076195739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2115980254076195739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-really-dont-understand-whether-am-i_05.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5132212761719336035</id><published>2008-08-05T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:30:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't understand whether am I a transparents doll or fuck lei. I very angry but I also don't know what to do. Fuck it I just take it as a fucking transparents doll ok!? You go ahead with your friends I'm just a fucking transparent doll for you. Go ahead sharing your love with them not me anymore ok!  I'm giving up Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5132212761719336035?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5132212761719336035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5132212761719336035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5132212761719336035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5132212761719336035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-really-dont-understand-whether-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5579769989843967394</id><published>2008-08-03T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:14:04.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great fun last night man!! WoOoo!~ I'm going to make sure I go again. We waited for George in shop but he asked us to leave to city first then he'll meet us there. So we went off to City Plaza's Royal Thai Disco its a very very nice place and fun to be at. So we reached there around 10plus going 11. We just keep making Uncle Mike drink till he cannot take it anymore he went to the car and sleep. Before he went to the car G asked hubby what kind of gals he likes and after that he still got the cheek to come and talk to me. I just feel like telling him to fuck off seriously fucking angry with him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that nothing wrong already we continue drinking and Rowe reached taken lots of photos and I went uber high after drinking Martell that Ah Hong pour give me 1 glass after another one. Photos will be updated no worries.. but I still need a few more from Rowe and Uncle Mike. (; Well, after Royal we went Bangkok Thai Disco after that can't take it anymore wanted to go back Rowe stops us, but after that she was there alone and we went home because she still doesn't want to go yet. Heh, but over all I had a great fun! Never regret for going there. Love everyone in shop!!!! Everyone dotes me a lot even hubby's mummy dote me a lot. She given me a small pearl and a gold necklace thankyou!!! I love you guys! muacks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJXTCFXWlqI/AAAAAAAAATE/RCvbd9Ahm2s/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318575014024866" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJXTAsJkkfI/AAAAAAAAASk/JH77UGn6xlk/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318551065465330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and the Thai Singer(acting woman) Me and Ah Hiang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJXTBJzO8KI/AAAAAAAAAS0/r3uIaPVTNiU/s320/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318559024836770" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJXTBqZH6LI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XVjXRhD4iPQ/s320/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318567773694130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Uncle Mike and Me and George.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJXUHvRZIAI/AAAAAAAAATM/PfWcYcLmk3k/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230319771674288130" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJXTA59fcrI/AAAAAAAAASs/RdfVytTWBW4/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318554772894386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Hiang and Me with Qian Li's hand and Hubby and Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJXUHznMCVI/AAAAAAAAATU/5Y5dO_aOpYk/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230319772839446866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly the both loving couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5579769989843967394?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5579769989843967394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5579769989843967394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5579769989843967394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5579769989843967394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-great-fun-last-night-man-woooo-im.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_98Ha7WPiBk0/SJXTCFXWlqI/AAAAAAAAATE/RCvbd9Ahm2s/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6424394191408998638</id><published>2008-08-02T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:21:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that photo in friendster and blogger hasn't been updated for quite awhile sorry peeps, I'm sorry I'm lazy this few months to go and upload ok, but I promise to upload on tuesday or maybe after today maybe lots of photo will be taken. Might be meeting Rowe later on for clubbing later on unable to get ticket for singfest this year well, felt sad but because going club later on so don't mind missing singfest for this year proberly ask hubby's friend Debbie whether she can get the ticket for next year if its worth watching!(; I'm happy and looking forward to later on tonight. Its uncle mike's birthday that's why we're going to celebrate. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Uncle Mike. Heels are hurting my leg wants to break. I always wearing slippers now a days no shoe no heels just plain slipper t-shirt and shorts lazy to dress since its always coming to shop well, I find its ok. Heh downloaded Broke Back Mountian acted by Heath Ledger in the show he acts as a gay, well hope its good lor. Rowe u better don't fly me areoplane again if not! hehehehe! Haha, joking well hope tonight is a great fun night! Hubby you better not vomit like how you did always I'm going smack you. Heh I'm happy that my skull's rose has completed but still got to touch up right now left with the skull haven't finish. Applied emla but after awhile the numb will ware off and became very pain but tolerating to finish the flower I wanted to give up halfway but found out that cannot its far too ugly. So completed it, well, I love it! Thank you hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday wearing t-shirt doesn't want to let hubby's mummy and grandma knows. Yesterday went to have lunch with his mummy then wore jacket when the weather is freaking hot. I was dying of heat strokes man and hubby happily laughing over there ARGHH! Bloody bitch you. Well shall stop here peeps look forward to my next post photo will be uploaded I promise. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-6424394191408998638?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6424394191408998638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6424394191408998638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6424394191408998638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6424394191408998638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-that-photo-in-friendster-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-6235750745105232453</id><published>2008-07-29T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:52:27.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find that people in this world are lack of originality, I have been jumping around to see blogs and I found out that sometimes, I find that people have the same topic for the day, I don't know to say its coincidence or its copying. Well, sometimes yes, its really coincidence but sometimes is like a few mins or few hours later you seeing the person's entry will be the same as yours and its not only 10% same is like out of 100% 90% is the same, just that maybe 5% the spelling are different and another 5% is the web of the blog is different the rest you can find it exactly the same as the webmistress of another blog's entry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, reading back those e-mails and friendster message from him, I feel like laughing back at how silly I was just because of him I got to get myself into so many unhappy moments I asked myself why drag this relationship to 11months, is because I'm too used to him by my side, too used to him spending hours with me doing each other's things or even because I felt that I couldn't find anyone better than him. I think all my reasons are up there the 3 main reasons to keep holding on to this relationships I didn't mean to say that I'm not happy in the relationships just that I find that the story should ends earlier than before this 11months. I can't deny that I love him and till now still thinking of those memories. Hubby if you're reading hope you understand. I'm blogging out what I feels now and what I want to say, I don't want anyone to get angry or whatever shit to this and previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main reason for me to let go previous relationship and start anew is my current boyfriend, I don't know what makes me start a story with him, but all I know is whenever I needed someone, his number would be the first thing that appears in my mind and my phone. Until he admit that he likes me I took half a day to consider I don't know what will people think of me, I don't know what will his parents think of me at this age. I don't know what will happen again in this relationships. At that moment I didn't really think of relationships as I said, I was thinking about singlehood and wanting all my freedom back within that 6days I found out that singlehood are also a good thing. At least I'm not afraid that I got no time to do my own things I don't have to think that my boyfriend wouldn't be happy all that and I know that my boyfriend won't in the middle of the night spot check me using computer or what so ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that period when baby wants to chase me, I feel that I still haven't enjoy enough and I find out that I can click quite well with him why don't give it a try and see how things goes. So I told him about what I want. I doesn't want someone that controls my life I want to enjoy my life like what others do too. I'm only fourteen this year I can't be as mature as a twenty-five years old lady. Shall stop blogging its late and I HAVEN'T BATH!! Ok, I know you peeps can smell my odour ! Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-6235750745105232453?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/6235750745105232453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=6235750745105232453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6235750745105232453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/6235750745105232453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-find-that-people-in-this-world-are.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5761913811850373140</id><published>2008-07-28T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:05:14.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loves that never dies.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pms making me go crazy almost a week to two, I had continues mood swing for every single day and leads me to quarrel to hubby every single day. HATE PMS hubby today cook dinner at home for the family well, it tastes.......GREAT but I didn't eat much cause at that moment I wasn't too hungry. I'm still having headaches few times today, I doesn't know why I'm having such headache but all I know is I had enough sleeps, food and everything. Why my headache still aching so badly!! Didn't puke like how I did yesterday but head still feels heavy. Hubby! NOT GIVING EXCUSES OK!!?? I'm really having a headache, but not very bad lah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm loving my body's tattoo more and more each day! Watched Miami Ink(cool) now my idol in that show is Tim Hendrick, Ami James and Chris Garver. Well Darren, Chris and Yoji maybe needs a little more practices but the colour work is good.(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm falling in love with tattoo each day by each day I didn't had the concept of getting a tattoo at all because of the pain, though one of my tattoo doesn't have a meaning but I love it still. My skull, I'm still waiting for the colour to be up. I'm dying to see the tattoo to be done!! That day I didn't continue cause I can't take the pain so I didn't do my colour work. So waiting to see whether this friday am I able to finish it up with all the wonderful colours. Anyway, just to let peeps who likes tattoo and wants to get tattoo from our shop maybe go this website www.ink-of-soul.blogspot.com, its our shop's blog it still under maintenance I'll fix it by tomorrow and upload some works up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming 5months of us being together, I find happiness in both of our world I had my freedom to talk to guys and not worrying you will get angry and you've been doting me, loving me and giving in to me most of the time, I know that I'm unreasonable sometimes I'm trying ok. Well, walk through almost 5months with you. Time flies, I wonder 10years down the road are we still together seeing each other every single day when we wakes up. I living my day with you filled with laughters sometimes things that you do makes me feels like laughing it out loud and don't care what other thinks about my image. I find that how long can you keep your image does image worth a million dollar just let it out doesn't have to always do thing that keeps our images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You give me a million reason to be happy every single day together with George they all, everyday before going to sleep I would be smiling and wondering what's going to happen the next day, and woke up with a smile seeing you beside me waking me up for breakfast. I don't bother what's going to happen our life as long as we walk our life till the end together forever. I never expect much from you though people might thinks "aiya 5months only still honey mood period you wait and see." well, I used to believe that yes, its because its honey mood period that's why still so loving and sweet once past honey mood period you see what will happen but I found out that through out this 5months I found out that if its true love there won't be honey mood period, I can't assure that he's the one and he also can't assure that I'm the one, time will tells everything. I used to think that Clement is the correct one, but I found out he's not, because simply there's not trust between us and he can't stand my attitude. Well, fine since both of us now, having our own life to carry on he have his gal, I have my guy. But memories are still behind my heart lock some where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say that I completely forget you cause I know I can't and I know hubby can't totally forget her. Like what he said, he doesn't want to die without memories, hubby I finally understand how it feels this few days I had been thinking about it I found out that I myself also can't forget the past and move on sometimes. Frankly speaking sometimes I would think of him thinking of the good memories but I know its all over neither I can get it back nor I want to go back. All I know is treasure hubby and fill up the word "future" together, hubby are you willing to finish the "future" word together with me?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5761913811850373140?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5761913811850373140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5761913811850373140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5761913811850373140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5761913811850373140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-pmsmaking-me-go-crazy-almost-week-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5088808104705907491</id><published>2008-07-25T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:17:44.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've watch The Dark Knight, please if you guys are humans please catch that wonderful movie. The Joker acted by Heath Ledger was creepy yet powerful, Batman acted by Christian Bale was also powerful. I wasn't regret to watch the movie. If people who reads today The News Paper you would come to a page where Christian Bale was caught for assaulting his mother and sister. I don't find that there's any blame on him, if his mother didn't say nasty things he wouldn't have assault his mother. Can tell that Christian Bale really treasure Heath Ledger as a buddy alot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know about Heath Ledger till his death arrived...I was only told by Michelle about his death. After I watched the show I really fall in love with Heath Ledge I mean is like I love his acting.. its so wonderful but sad to say his death arrive to early. If Heath Ledger you're reading this in Heaven I would like to tell you, you've done a great job of the Joker in The Dark Knight and I would really like to see you act again but sad to say you're now in Heaven enjoying your entire life up there looking down at us watching your movies and show and you might be smiling(: Heath Ledger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love always anna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rate The Dark Knight movie 1000000000000000000/100. Sweet!!! Heh, worth watching! Catch it before its too late! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet now someone is uber sad because the truth is slap on him/her face. I don't find a reason why I'm against this person but I just find this person very fake I know that I shouldn't like comment about this person lah but I just hope this person wake up early.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've done my left shoulder tattoo, not completed but everyone says it looks nice! Cool! I love it too, though put emla already but still hurts at the end. (: well, I love my skulls and roses.. and going to put a piece in the middle to make the upper back full. So it feels complete. Not one patch one patch(: Happy ^-^ heheh! Looking forward to everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5088808104705907491?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5088808104705907491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5088808104705907491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5088808104705907491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5088808104705907491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-watch-dark-knight-please-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3054496977113883942</id><published>2008-07-21T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:17:24.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out whenever you had a break up you won't never forget each other's parties friends, relative, birthday, zodiac and even their habits. I would really like to create something like forgetting machine(if only I can) so whatever in the past that is unhappy can be erase. I've come to a point that people forgetting when is my birthday and zodiac mixing up with someone he went along in the past. I wasn't happy, I was upset, I was thinking am I the one he's thinking and wanting right now or her. I hope all these are just wishful thinking cause it seriously hurt deep down inside. Alot of things running through a blank mind right now. With all these questions, though he said that "I only remember that you're my girlfriend right now" but I don't know why I'm questioning myself and doubting him. I'm touch and happy to know that but also afraid cause its just might something he said to make me calm down and happy after feeling angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to turn to and doesn't know who to tell, I know whatever in the past has over but something mixing both parties things up is making me afraid and thinking alot. I know that alot of things can't be changed and I know that I can't change the reality about he and her. I just hope he stop mixing up all things to make me feel this way, the feeling is like a moment you're so sweet yet a moment you forget everything about me it hurts and its also scary, like who is the person in your heart right now?  You left her behind a hidden doors right behind deep inside your heart where as I'm hidden infornt or maybe even outside your heart. I wonder why am I thinking like this, I feel like crying, but I'm stuck at don't know where to let those horrible tears out. You're making me feel this way...and I feels hurt deep down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3054496977113883942?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3054496977113883942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3054496977113883942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3054496977113883942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3054496977113883942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-found-out-whenever-you-had-break-up.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8604705136696189185</id><published>2008-07-21T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:55:36.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very bad day today though I slept quite long till I woke up by myself but I waited under the hot sun for a bloody taxi for 15-20mins. Then I thought hubby would finish that bloody army guy's tattoo by 2-3hours time end up making me wait from 3pm- going 7pm and today we're suppose to like do so many activities. Like maybe if he ends around 5plus 6 then go rush for our movie, go home eat and then go for a dip in the pool. But end up!!! BECAUSE OF THAT BLOODY ARMY GUY!!!! CURSE U CURSE U CURSE U!!!!!!! &gt;:( ASSHOLE!!!!! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so piss off till my tears was rolling own like crazy, all of them asked me what happened I lied to them. I mean yes I can accept that he got money to spend all that but thinking about it, just because of that army guy my day my activities are ruined, I mean is like 1 week 7days though we're spending everyday together but we're not doing things together like he's working I'll be playing laptop sit down chit chatting all that. Is like is not going out for a movie for a swim for a tan all that is just both of us doing different things. I'm not complaining lah, but I felt this way, is like 1 week 7days we only got wednesday and sunday to do things that we wants to do and suddenly half a day gone to this bloody asshole army guy my activities got to cancelled because of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I don't care whether I'm bored or whatever shiat lah. But I can want back the wednesday and sunday that supposed to belongs to me and his family. Simply just understand this week cannot next week can, doesn't mean you're dying tomorrow that's why you can't do that bloody tattoo next week. I HATE YOU FOR THAT THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHO ARE YOU AND I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BLOODY ASSHOLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8604705136696189185?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8604705136696189185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8604705136696189185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8604705136696189185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8604705136696189185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-very-bad-day-today-though-i-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5598725588355446455</id><published>2008-07-19T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:58:46.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've read this Clifton Lam's girlfriend's blog. I find that she's very strong facing all these obstacle coming against. She tried hard not to remember Clifton Lam who died in Brunei during his SAF training by keeping herself busy together with her friends and even living her life like his still around her but pretending that he's still in Brunei for training. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this situation apply to me, I wouldn't have went through so long. I would have given up on the day when I know about the bad news about my love one I would be crying like there's no tomorrow or maybe even wanting to join him in heaven. Though I had been very strong when I broke off with Clement and that was the very time I didn't turn to the path of wanting to die. I just felt that I will come across another guy that is either better than him or same as him. Well, after both of us broke off I've learn how to stay strong and face reality I thank you for that. I had a great time this one whole week with hubby more and more interesting each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming friday night going some where with uncle mike they all sunday will go beaching with them (excited). Looking forward to what is going to happen this coming week again. FUN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5598725588355446455?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5598725588355446455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5598725588355446455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5598725588355446455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5598725588355446455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-read-this-cliftonlams-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-3499578254230473443</id><published>2008-07-16T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:47:51.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came across Jasmine blog seeing her going to the sento beach all that. Oh no, I suddenly feel alot of things I'm missing already.. The sandy beach and the bright and lovely sun, I felt that I'm missing out alot of things and I'M GETTING FATTER God knows why. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday and Sunday, wednesday is either I'm going school or he sleeps till the sun shine on his backside also don't want to wake up. Sunday, family day and the day I'm going home after staying over at his place then no time at all also. The rest of the day he working, I'm dying of the tanning and beaching mans. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When am I going to sento?! TELL ME!! AARGHHH!! &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-3499578254230473443?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/3499578254230473443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=3499578254230473443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3499578254230473443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/3499578254230473443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-came-across-jasmine-blog-seeing-her.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-9167948654296965800</id><published>2008-07-14T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:35:52.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for lack of updating, I have been spending my day in shop sometimes even sleeping in the shop when I'm tired. I love watching Miami Ink now a days anything got to do with tattoo. When touching up my tattoo again, adding cherry blossom and background to it. Big piece soon, hahaha went golden mile with george and ah hong today I had great fun cause both of them has been making me laugh like crazy every single day. While I'm okay with cass already but I'm still going to ignore someone else because I find that I was too naive to believe in what she says. I don't care what or how you feel. Hate me for all you want :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to alot of things now a days, I miss the BBQ-ing and drinking with the whole group. Though at his hse I would always drink a cup of vodka mixing with orange juice or ribena. Lately I'm the only gal in the shop due to sherily went back to thailand till next month 28th then she'll come back and Elieen working at wheelock place one of the hair salon there. So I'll be alone in there playing laptop all that. Taking care of the shop when both artist are working with tattoo-ing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn piercing die die end of this year when my holidays I will learn from Jason. Firstly because I'm bored in shop so I want to learn something and do something there, Secondly because at least the shop earn extra cash when I do piercing there. I don't care hubby I'm going to learn first. Hmpf. Haha, ok Its time to end bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-9167948654296965800?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/9167948654296965800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=9167948654296965800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9167948654296965800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/9167948654296965800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-for-lack-of-updating-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-186342016052942779</id><published>2008-07-10T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:44:04.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feelings are like roller coaster, tears are stuck right inside totally don't know how to let it out. Right now I asking myself how can I trust a guy, the answer is I can't trust in any guys no matter who's the person. I feeling so hurt inside, I don't hate my grandfather and uncle for doing such things, but I hate them for hurting Michelle and Grandma. I love grandma and michelle the most cause they has been taking care of me for 14 years in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me why you must take away the happiness I always think my family is, Why you let me know that my grandfather is fooling around outside, why you take my beloved ones away and letting me what is pain in life? You took away everything about my family. I know when I'm tearing your heart would be bleeding cause its hurting you. But I'm also hurting right now with thousand of thoughts. You given me a reason to love you but you given me a reason to hate you. Why is there hurt, love and hate. Why can't life got nothing about all these? Why you make me stuck in some where in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember what uncle mike say about life, "In life nothing is simple" I finally understand why he said that. I don't know how to continue this path, I want to give up my life so that I don't have to feel this pain and always stuck in my life. I feel that I'm a jinx since I was born my family is broken. I really don't know what to do and seriously feel like giving up everything. Hubby if you're reading this I know that your heart would be hurting but I would like to tell you my heart is hurting more than you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-186342016052942779?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/186342016052942779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=186342016052942779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/186342016052942779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/186342016052942779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/feelings-are-like-roller-coaster-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-7750111558248992052</id><published>2008-07-09T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:14:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooo~ going BBQ later in the night with the group. I'm excited, cause its drinking session againw woohoo~ Hahahaha, especially with uncle mike they all going to make me laugh like crazy again. Going east coast. Gosh I'm fat going gym this sat man, can't stand the fat I have. I don't care what those sluts and bitches says (if you think you're then yes you're correct! YOU AND YOU ARE) cause you're no better. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the way I running my life with full of laughters. Anyway some irritating guys irritated me and guess what? Hahahaha I replied very nastily I was laughing like mad and crazy over what Ah Hiang and Ah Hong asked me to replied. Ok! I shall end here got to bath and sleep. Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-7750111558248992052?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/7750111558248992052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=7750111558248992052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7750111558248992052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/7750111558248992052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/wooo-going-bbq-later-in-night-with.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2986157017348880357</id><published>2008-07-07T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:17:06.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently he's working am blogging here, the rest went to kovan to eat. Well, I'm carving for food badly cause I'm hungry! I deleted the previous post cause after all I knew it was a misunderstanding cause I talked to him about it again, and both of us was scolding each other stupid after talking cause we misunderstand each other and another reason is I don't find there's a need for me to tell anyone about what we quarrelled about since its a misunderstanding. I'm waiting for hubby to finish doing his current job and leave for our dinner and right now is like 9PM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yawning more than 184857349283048 times today already. I'm not tired but then I just don't know why am I yawning. I went out without make up today but end up I'm so not used to it till 15 mins ago I put up my make up. I look as if I got not enough sleep that's why George asked me why I looked so shag I think the reason is because I didn't had my make up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the customer is like talking to hubby happily, I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored. Talking about next year convention I'M EXCITED!! Okok, I shall stop here already byebye xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2986157017348880357?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2986157017348880357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2986157017348880357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2986157017348880357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2986157017348880357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/currently-hes-working-am-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-5653834859090149022</id><published>2008-07-06T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T02:24:50.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slightly different day today, went to shop as usual its was raining so heavily till both me and hubby got wet and cold in the taxi and in the shop. So once we reached we put down our bag and get out of the shop to the indian food store downstairs to have our lunch to keep us warm and went back to the shop and did the shop name's card. Anyone interested in going Singapore VERY first tattoo convention?? Hubby is very very excited about the convention, he's so cute and funny thinking of it haha. Well, I'm also happy about it, maybe will get to see some famous artist hoping to see uncle allen  and miami ink group there man(very low chance hubby says). Oh wells, continue so all of us was rotting in the shop waiting for people who wants to do tattoo, OH! anyway, I touched up my tattoo y'day, I'm adding on something around it to make it interesting and more attractive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after rotting in the shop we went to eat sakae sushi then we headed to red hill went down the train station and took cab down to meet syakir and the group. Woops, I laughed till my stomach and cheeks aching like crazy because of budi. Oh man, I'm loving my life, my hubby and the group of friends am hanging out with more and more. Though everyday got disturbed by different people, but I love them cause they're just playing and making fun of me. I won't get angry because of small matters like jokes(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever budi did seriously make me feel like rolling on the floor and laugh like crazy, but it was too late thats why I didn't laugh loud but was laughing till my tears coming out from my eyes. Shall end its late. Night everyone but expect.....(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-5653834859090149022?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/5653834859090149022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=5653834859090149022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5653834859090149022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/5653834859090149022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/slightly-different-day-today-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-2315355983745689206</id><published>2008-07-03T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:57:10.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a perfect, wonderful and funny boyfriend in MINE world. I really love the current lover and friends. I love the shop and everyone there especially those who always make me laugh like mad. Of couse still hate someone in the group G. Well, took cab to hubby work place today and guess what? When I took the cab the uncle told me that her daughter was dating a _____, and the uncle dislike her bf. So he didn't talk to his daughter when she was secondary 3 till starting of poly. So I told him also what I've went through. He told me, some people won't understand that they are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow doing my touch up for my tattoo I'm scare! Hahaha, well, hubby doing bold for all my outlines.. and I hope that its not so pain cause got outline, shading and bolding the lines. Hopefully its alright. Looking forward to it! Love, please be more gental thankyou. Love you hubby see you tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-2315355983745689206?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/2315355983745689206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=2315355983745689206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2315355983745689206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/2315355983745689206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-perfect-wonderful-and-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1223209731855038661.post-8505015088155444204</id><published>2008-07-02T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:43:19.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. What disappoints you the most?&lt;br /&gt;When you trying to help someone from getting hurt yet he/she  thinks that we want to harm her/him like how others trying to harm her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?&lt;br /&gt;Some where that can millions of star shiny down the sky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. What's your favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes, but not all kind of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Living my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;7. What are the qualities you look for in your future partner?&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, honest, good to both of our family, humorous and love me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Buy a condo next to hubby so every single day can see him and buy a car and hire a driver to drives me to school everyday, spend money on myself and help hubby rent a shop to do his tattoo work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you recently?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so anything happened recently is embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, cute and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever hubby is around me I would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Fooling around and only know hw to talk rubbish(I think those in shop knows who.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you see yourself 10 years down the road?&lt;br /&gt;Married, having 2 or more kids and working. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Mind reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you do when you're alone?&lt;br /&gt;Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you had a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;My attitude.&lt;br /&gt;18. One word to describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was your most unforgettable experience in school?&lt;br /&gt;There's too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's my sexy name?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG 3 PEOPLE!- Hubby, Hubby and Hubby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1223209731855038661-8505015088155444204?l=suckballsandcry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/feeds/8505015088155444204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1223209731855038661&amp;postID=8505015088155444204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8505015088155444204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1223209731855038661/posts/default/8505015088155444204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckballsandcry.blogspot.com/2008/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>anabelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
