<?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-7902737</id><updated>2011-10-01T15:06:58.747+08:00</updated><category term='penna was here'/><title type='text'>Hate me or Love me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2555381149658176102</id><published>2011-10-01T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:06:58.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants...</title><content type='html'>After last night I realized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both no longer the same person we use to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinkings change as people grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed.. So I shouldn't be surprised that you changed too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you holding on to another's hands and waist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, just made me feel weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably was the closeness that we use to have for so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture which i would have to face one day surfaced last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught me unprepared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I haven't fully got over it yet even though it was my choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have never regretted making that step...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2555381149658176102?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2555381149658176102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2555381149658176102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2555381149658176102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2555381149658176102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2011/10/rants.html' title='Rants...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1019114021528736071</id><published>2011-09-28T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:55:38.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D e c I s I o n s</title><content type='html'>Should I or should I not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richness or Poverty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would u choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being rich would mean having to swallow my dignity and may never be happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in poverty would mean having to crack my brains every now and then to think of ways to solve the problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u were me.. Which would u choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-1019114021528736071?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1019114021528736071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1019114021528736071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1019114021528736071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1019114021528736071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2011/09/d-e-c-i-s-i-o-n-s.html' title='D e c I s I o n s'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2515615093791754562</id><published>2011-09-25T04:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T04:02:20.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy</title><content type='html'>So glad to see him after 3 months... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can finally spend some time alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though timing is short n I smell like BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he delivered his promise to bring me to eat wat I wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not e best.. But for time tgt.. It's still worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too happy to slp right now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2515615093791754562?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2515615093791754562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2515615093791754562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2515615093791754562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2515615093791754562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-happy.html' title='Happy happy'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5094224717229531974</id><published>2011-08-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T01:44:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back.....Hopefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everythings gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gave up my boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gave up my job..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost in life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a life hell full of debts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss someone like seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i guess i was just a toy to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fell for the wrong person and giving up the right one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just a bitch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a boyfriend who loved me whole heartedly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i fooled around after the break up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a butterfly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As what he said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are just not meant to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had no regrets though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only thing is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm wrong to hurt him like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i'm remourseful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just hope he could think and turn for the better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no turning back right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i have no intention to turn back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least anytime soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for the bunch of jerks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As they are labeled as..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are just to kill my time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are just nothing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably the few that showed "care and concern"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether just faking or are real..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could continue to be friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going for a few interview tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully i can start afresh and get out of this shit soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got sleeping company tommorrow.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully nothing will happen between us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's the exact clone of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same mindset..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same shit life we went through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he's more cheerful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Negative Minded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully he could enlighten me and brighten my life a little..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall move on to update my online business now.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which i hope could pick up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;penna was here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-5094224717229531974?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5094224717229531974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=5094224717229531974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5094224717229531974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5094224717229531974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-backhopefully.html' title='I am back.....Hopefully'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7482204056393498005</id><published>2011-03-22T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:55:14.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First and Second day of work</title><content type='html'>First Day: Reached at 7.34am.... but HR was late for work.... I waited hell 1hr for her.... didn't want to take a cab at first but I didn't want to be late so spent $8.30 on cab... Good thing lunch was cheap... Paid only $1 because of the subsidy of $1.30 from the company... pathetic though... Only one stall is available... The most economical and cheapest.., mixed veg rice... who cares la... E food is alright PLUS it's freaking cheap lar! In the office I felt so overdressed.... The rest even the sup are all in jeans.. Like WTF... Listen to her teaching me till my eyes nearly closed.... Omg.....Second Day:Raining day... Argh! Thought of wearing jeans but didn't want to be in the wrong dress code so I dug out my black old jeans(about to be sent to the welfare hm or something) and wore that....Hell... I left yMy house only around 7.30... 133 came so I thought maybe I could just hope inboard and off to work... Reached the correct bus stop.. Followed the correct people... I thought.. Till I followed them up the bus125... Bloody hell it's the wrong direction... Argh! Alighted at Aljunied and have to walk back in.... Halfway saw this bus stop.., 125 again... This time correct bus stop but I alighted too early.. Walk again and was late... Half an hour late.. Like WTF... finally gt my pass.. Stupid HR as slow as ever... Good thing the security saw me and told me... End up.. Because of the rain I gave up gg outside for lunch. Gd also.. My lunch only cost me $1.10... :) Countdown 26 mins to 5.18... Then off I go back hm.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7482204056393498005?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7482204056393498005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7482204056393498005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7482204056393498005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7482204056393498005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-and-second-day-of-work.html' title='First and Second day of work'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7043244023643555771</id><published>2011-03-18T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:40:50.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phase of life</title><content type='html'>Today marks a new beginning... A breakup...And a new job coming on the way...I don't know if I'm happy or sad...All I know is my heart was both aching and jumping at e same time...Could be both a relief and a heartache I suppose,..Relief cause I could carry on without liability ...Heartache cause it's my longest relationship till now...2 years 9 months and 8 days....I hope he could get up on his feet and live his life to e fullest... And e same for myself too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7043244023643555771?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7043244023643555771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7043244023643555771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7043244023643555771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7043244023643555771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-phase-of-life.html' title='new phase of life'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6409673474825413729</id><published>2009-09-15T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:40:14.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks to the max..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to be going right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are the rich getting richer and why are the poor getting poorer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan more jobs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind lesser time to rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6409673474825413729?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6409673474825413729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6409673474825413729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6409673474825413729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6409673474825413729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sick-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4828666763947599172</id><published>2009-07-08T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:11:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need a life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need another job!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need SOLUTIONS!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-4828666763947599172?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4828666763947599172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=4828666763947599172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4828666763947599172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4828666763947599172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-life-i-need-another-job-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4558964861253828848</id><published>2009-06-12T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:24:30.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I am so so so tired of EVERYTHING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's smallest girl...&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if she's the smallest..&lt;br /&gt;But she is one of the smallest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenadie Jourdin Bromley..&lt;br /&gt;Really Thumbelina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View..... her website... http://littlekenadie.com/main.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the brothers in my school...&lt;br /&gt;Little Chevie (2years old) and his brother Chester (4 years old)&lt;br /&gt;I've been bringing Chevie down from his class from the first day i started work.&lt;br /&gt;Cause his mum always comes earlier than the rest and also..&lt;br /&gt;His class is on the 2nd floor..&lt;br /&gt;Cute little boy...&lt;br /&gt;Who says his mum is 7 years old.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUVJKE5mKfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUVJKE5mKfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-4558964861253828848?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4558964861253828848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=4558964861253828848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4558964861253828848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4558964861253828848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-so-so-tired-of-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1134434558476944687</id><published>2009-05-27T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:03:36.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I NEED A GOOD REST~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-1134434558476944687?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1134434558476944687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1134434558476944687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1134434558476944687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1134434558476944687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-good-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7350235197708606423</id><published>2009-05-14T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:36:46.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Working was...Zz...&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got the time to blog lately..&lt;br /&gt;One reason..&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to wait for the stupid laptop to load..&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Lllllaaaagggg...&lt;br /&gt;Took unpaid sick leave today..&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sick..&lt;br /&gt;Haix..&lt;br /&gt;BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year anniversary coming up...&lt;br /&gt;Am out of ideas for gift..&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Best if it's handmade stuff..&lt;br /&gt;But have to hurry..&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with like...&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Argh....&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/7902737-7350235197708606423?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7350235197708606423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7350235197708606423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7350235197708606423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7350235197708606423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-was.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5950114160863210018</id><published>2009-04-26T15:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:49:06.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was Zz...&lt;br /&gt;I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;But who says work is always fun..&lt;br /&gt;It's fun looking at the kids..&lt;br /&gt;But no fun when i looked at what i would be and have to do in the office...&lt;br /&gt;There were many foreign students in the centre itself..&lt;br /&gt;And i must really say...&lt;br /&gt;They are all freaking cute..&lt;br /&gt;Nice features they have..&lt;br /&gt;What to say..&lt;br /&gt;They are childrens' of Expats in Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;I came across this Japanese boy on my second day of work...&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to pick out a boy whose mum is here to pick him..&lt;br /&gt;But when i opened the door..&lt;br /&gt;I saw the whole lot of them crying..&lt;br /&gt;Practically everyone...&lt;br /&gt;The parents of the Japanese boy were in tears..&lt;br /&gt;Even the Dad..&lt;br /&gt;It happens that it is his last in school and their last in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;And they are schedules to go back to Japan the nest day..&lt;br /&gt;Saddening..&lt;br /&gt;The boy himself was crying...&lt;br /&gt;Seems like he could understand what was going on and he might never see his friends again..&lt;br /&gt;Though he's only in Nursery 1...&lt;br /&gt;For a moment i felt like crying..&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't want to add on the already "tearful situation"..&lt;br /&gt;Picked out the boy and off i go...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was erm...&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a word to describe it..&lt;br /&gt;Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;Enrichment classes....&lt;br /&gt;Something unexpected cropped up..&lt;br /&gt;I have to take over a class for an hour cause the teacher would be late..&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm only an admin assistant..&lt;br /&gt;Not a teacher...&lt;br /&gt;Is that within what i am suppose to do..&lt;br /&gt;Or rather am i paid to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Another teacher heard what the senior asked me to do and what she said was..&lt;br /&gt;"She's very fake...."&lt;br /&gt;Yea..&lt;br /&gt;Kinda true..&lt;br /&gt;I believe the workload wouldn't be so heavy if she could increase her speed in doing things..&lt;br /&gt;Just to generate an invoice and receipt would not need 20minutes..&lt;br /&gt;You are not me..&lt;br /&gt;I'm new..You're not..&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't help when i caught her dozing off a couple of times while teaching me stuff..&lt;br /&gt;I mean..&lt;br /&gt;Hello..&lt;br /&gt;Imagine...&lt;br /&gt;You're done with the collection of money..&lt;br /&gt;And filled up the form..&lt;br /&gt;The envelope is supposed to be placed into a file first before the despatch arrives..&lt;br /&gt;And she could just doze off..&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME?!&lt;br /&gt;With her hands still on the envelope&lt;br /&gt;And the envelope halfway into the slot????&lt;br /&gt;PRO SIA!&lt;br /&gt;How did she do that...&lt;br /&gt;Zz...&lt;br /&gt;I don ask for much..&lt;br /&gt;Just please don confuse me further.....&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Some out dated pictures....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOiV1XOI/AAAAAAAABNI/g12kn1PzKJI/s1600-h/boyb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOiV1XOI/AAAAAAAABNI/g12kn1PzKJI/s400/boyb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328896603450596578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOYD7GeI/AAAAAAAABNA/osvVNCwdYWw/s1600-h/boya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOYD7GeI/AAAAAAAABNA/osvVNCwdYWw/s400/boya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328896600691120610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the cab on his way back to camp...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOeJTazI/AAAAAAAABM4/6x0xCywjmHk/s1600-h/boy+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOeJTazI/AAAAAAAABM4/6x0xCywjmHk/s400/boy+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328896602324298546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOHkrc5I/AAAAAAAABMw/147p-_WISFI/s1600-h/boy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOHkrc5I/AAAAAAAABMw/147p-_WISFI/s400/boy+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328896596265104274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOMWiJpI/AAAAAAAABMo/KJN84ILJlcU/s1600-h/boy+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOMWiJpI/AAAAAAAABMo/KJN84ILJlcU/s400/boy+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328896597547951762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my minnie mouse from east coast...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQNnc5PcfI/AAAAAAAABOI/UwD2b6_oRQE/s1600-h/minnie+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQNnc5PcfI/AAAAAAAABOI/UwD2b6_oRQE/s400/minnie+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328899230508478962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQME2q3OKI/AAAAAAAABNw/LCT-vJt5bZA/s1600-h/minnie1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQME2q3OKI/AAAAAAAABNw/LCT-vJt5bZA/s400/minnie1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328897536620443810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQNnUPezQI/AAAAAAAABOA/RbM9SIjMEx4/s1600-h/minnie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQNnUPezQI/AAAAAAAABOA/RbM9SIjMEx4/s400/minnie2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328899228185840898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal we cook one afternoon...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQMEyMm4CI/AAAAAAAABNo/0K6jtoRH3ww/s1600-h/bcook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQMEyMm4CI/AAAAAAAABNo/0K6jtoRH3ww/s400/bcook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328897535419801634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The prawn...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQNnIbyvcI/AAAAAAAABN4/Y3K426eI0WY/s1600-h/prawn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQNnIbyvcI/AAAAAAAABN4/Y3K426eI0WY/s400/prawn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328899225016253890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQMEllPgoI/AAAAAAAABNg/3eaDVfP1ZIQ/s1600-h/bcook2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQMEllPgoI/AAAAAAAABNg/3eaDVfP1ZIQ/s400/bcook2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328897532033467010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My chicken...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQMEmSfDkI/AAAAAAAABNY/FOe6s33sqxs/s1600-h/chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQMEmSfDkI/AAAAAAAABNY/FOe6s33sqxs/s400/chicken.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328897532223229506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the full meal....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQMERCxAwI/AAAAAAAABNQ/chh9FUEnF_4/s1600-h/MEAL2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQMERCxAwI/AAAAAAAABNQ/chh9FUEnF_4/s400/MEAL2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328897526520152834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-5950114160863210018?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5950114160863210018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=5950114160863210018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5950114160863210018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5950114160863210018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-out-dated-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SfQLOiV1XOI/AAAAAAAABNI/g12kn1PzKJI/s72-c/boyb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-549424067757157716</id><published>2009-04-20T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:58:26.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watched.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SexS7Rnb5MI/AAAAAAAABMQ/a2mpiAUFS10/s1600-h/fast_and_furious_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SexS7Rnb5MI/AAAAAAAABMQ/a2mpiAUFS10/s400/fast_and_furious_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326723637567022274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fast and The Furious 4 on Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;Not bad..&lt;br /&gt;Though i'm not a fan of cars..&lt;br /&gt;Like my idiot boy..&lt;br /&gt;Went DBL O after the movie to accompany HW...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the group is a little messed up...&lt;br /&gt;Most were drunk...&lt;br /&gt;Including my boy..(He should be wanting to say he wasn't drunk,just high)&lt;br /&gt;Yea right...&lt;br /&gt;Had one of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SexT5eN3QgI/AAAAAAAABMY/BESc2k7mR0g/s1600-h/tequila-shot-glass-isolated-thumb2862662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SexT5eN3QgI/AAAAAAAABMY/BESc2k7mR0g/s400/tequila-shot-glass-isolated-thumb2862662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326724706101314050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think i haven't been drinking it for way too long...&lt;br /&gt;Puked at before i could finish the 2nd shot...&lt;br /&gt;Think one was enough for me..&lt;br /&gt;Wasted money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SexUrdu3mbI/AAAAAAAABMg/KWvgxDBP9_k/s1600-h/funny-shit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SexUrdu3mbI/AAAAAAAABMg/KWvgxDBP9_k/s400/funny-shit.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326725564964772274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am starting work on Wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;Like FINALLY..&lt;br /&gt;Was looking forward to it..&lt;br /&gt;But now having a little jitter..&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to a new environment for a long time&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help that all the while i worked at places, the hours were irregular..&lt;br /&gt;This is like permanent???&lt;br /&gt;I'd be at Orchard branch for training..&lt;br /&gt;For around a week before i'm due to go down to Thomson for good..&lt;br /&gt;Sian AH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-549424067757157716?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/549424067757157716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=549424067757157716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/549424067757157716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/549424067757157716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/04/watched.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SexS7Rnb5MI/AAAAAAAABMQ/a2mpiAUFS10/s72-c/fast_and_furious_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4703095196715467183</id><published>2009-04-13T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:36:36.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heppy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'VE GOT A JOB!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;LIKE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks lovie for the introduction...&lt;br /&gt;Heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Temper being triggered off very easily lately...&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;Too stressed perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got lobang for part time..&lt;br /&gt;I seriously in need of money....&lt;br /&gt;Zz....&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/7902737-4703095196715467183?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4703095196715467183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=4703095196715467183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4703095196715467183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4703095196715467183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/04/heppy.html' title='heppy?'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7612674482971963832</id><published>2009-04-06T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:09:31.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wait..I wait..I wait wait wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait till i going crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Zz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY THEY HAVEN'T CALL ME!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Call me lar~~&lt;br /&gt;I need a job lar~~&lt;br /&gt;ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should consider doing some business...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in getting kinky stuff for the room???&lt;br /&gt;(For 1-to-1 use in the room... hee hee~)&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe should take up the suggestion ah..&lt;br /&gt;Sell my used underwear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OOPS~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7612674482971963832?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7612674482971963832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7612674482971963832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7612674482971963832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7612674482971963832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-waiti-waiti-wait-wait-wait.html' title='I wait..I wait..I wait wait wait...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6442960337014304345</id><published>2009-04-01T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:43:34.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I WANT A JOB!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the donkey&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time i'm saying this..&lt;br /&gt;I fucking need a job...&lt;br /&gt;Argh....&lt;br /&gt;My Horoscope today says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it feels like the whole world is against you or that nothing can go right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(sibeh the true ah!!!)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take a deep breath and look to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(like it helps...i'll try out anyway...and do i see a future?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are having a phase of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(even the papers knows this)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that cannot last much&lt;/span&gt; longer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(not cannot last much longer. Is it lasted far too long already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms...&lt;br /&gt;What does my Birthday Month say about me..&lt;br /&gt;I'm born in January...&lt;br /&gt;And it's pretty true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Stubborn&lt;/span&gt; and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hardworking&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;productive&lt;/span&gt;. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Loyal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Has great social abilities yet easily&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Very Stubborn and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;money cautious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6442960337014304345?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6442960337014304345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6442960337014304345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6442960337014304345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6442960337014304345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-job-this-is-like-donkey-th-time.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-726458646197697706</id><published>2009-03-26T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:42:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was late for work this morning...&lt;br /&gt;Damnit...&lt;br /&gt;But not too bad since i did open another memo..&lt;br /&gt;At least i had something to stuff into my manager's mouth..&lt;br /&gt;Hey...I DID work ya know...&lt;br /&gt;Did some calculations...&lt;br /&gt;Zz..&lt;br /&gt;I have better find  job REAL soon before i have to declare bankrupt..&lt;br /&gt;Though i already am...&lt;br /&gt;Zz...&lt;br /&gt;Not by the government though..&lt;br /&gt;By myself..&lt;br /&gt;A stressful time i had these few months..&lt;br /&gt;Stress in finding a job..&lt;br /&gt;Stressed monetarily...&lt;br /&gt;Stressed emotionally...&lt;br /&gt;Stressed about everything..&lt;br /&gt;So much that i wanted to sacrifice my relationship in bid to release myself a little..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid...Yes i know i am...&lt;br /&gt;I was never smart in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;Tiffs..Tiffs..and more tiffs going on..&lt;br /&gt;Communication breakdown i suppose is the problem..&lt;br /&gt;The root?&lt;br /&gt;We are not opening up...&lt;br /&gt;Our bad tempers...&lt;br /&gt;And plus...&lt;br /&gt;My very very temperamental..unpredictable mood swings..&lt;br /&gt;And that includes PMS anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Shall see if i could wake up before him for his..&lt;br /&gt;Not so surprising surprise...&lt;br /&gt;Something which he asked for..&lt;br /&gt;But not too sure if i could wake up before he do..&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting wise..&lt;br /&gt;Having one this friday...&lt;br /&gt;Some customer service stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Retail hours..&lt;br /&gt;Zz.....&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i don't have the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not i confirm continue my studies...&lt;br /&gt;Though i suck at that.....&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Something out of topic...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;CURSE&lt;/span&gt; that fellow who passed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FREAKING VIRUS&lt;/span&gt; to my dad..&lt;br /&gt;Does that guy use his dicks to think instead of his brains..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to your coughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: I'm not saying coughing is wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cover your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;BLARDY MOUTH WHEN U COUGH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old bean is like 65 this year..&lt;br /&gt;No longer as strong as we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;U IDIOT DON'T KNOW HOW TO THINK AH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW PASS TO MY DAD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLARDY HELL DON'T LET ME FIND OUT WHO THIS IDIOT IS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR I FREAKING HELL MAKE SURE HE COUGH UNTIL BLOOD COME OUT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-726458646197697706?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/726458646197697706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=726458646197697706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/726458646197697706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/726458646197697706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-late-for-work-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7073259916943911709</id><published>2009-03-23T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:51:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of regrets..(nearly...22nd march 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nearly went back to singlehood the other day...&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on myself..&lt;br /&gt;I can't take stress...&lt;br /&gt;At least what i had was too much for me...&lt;br /&gt;That night was the day that i nearly lost someone i loved a lot..&lt;br /&gt;And nearly lost someone whom placed me in an important spot in his life..&lt;br /&gt;And i nearly lost him for good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad it's all over now...&lt;br /&gt;Back to the happier time when i can make fun of him like anything..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you darling..&lt;br /&gt;But one thing..&lt;br /&gt;Pls tell your ex-girlfriend..&lt;br /&gt;If she wants you back..&lt;br /&gt;Stand out and come to me..&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to your friend and try to ask him to help...(Though he doesn't want to)&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to worry about me hitting her...&lt;br /&gt;I don't fight anyway..&lt;br /&gt;And even if i do..&lt;br /&gt;I might not win...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go..&lt;br /&gt;I won't tie you to me...&lt;br /&gt;Come..&lt;br /&gt;Take me on........&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2009)'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6982504182637083738</id><published>2009-03-20T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:02:56.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok...I don't feel good..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't screw up my interviews this time..&lt;br /&gt;In fact i was placed on the top priority of being hired..&lt;br /&gt;But i lost the position to some dumb ass..&lt;br /&gt;Better don't let me find out who the person is..&lt;br /&gt;Scully happens to be someone i know.. :X&lt;br /&gt;Argh..&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a job..&lt;br /&gt;FAST..&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help when this is like about time when everyone starts graduating and it gets even harder...&lt;br /&gt;Argh...&lt;br /&gt;Aww...&lt;br /&gt;My head...&lt;br /&gt;PAin....&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;I need to play games..&lt;br /&gt;I need games to keep off the stress..&lt;br /&gt;STRESS AH....&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&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/7902737-6982504182637083738?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6982504182637083738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6982504182637083738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6982504182637083738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6982504182637083738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4709603861896421172</id><published>2009-03-09T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:00:22.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly video....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmGVYki-oyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmGVYki-oyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;And this is funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLIGh3Ir2_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLIGh3Ir2_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3900561824198788462</id><published>2009-03-09T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:47:10.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 march 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supposedly should have gone to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feigned sickness to not to go...&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly feigned since i really was having  headache..&lt;br /&gt;***You treat me like shit when you have people to work for you..&lt;br /&gt;And u worship me like god when u need ppl to help u..***&lt;br /&gt;wtf sia...&lt;br /&gt;Don't say i should be contented that i have a job...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i am contented to have a job..&lt;br /&gt;A part time one that is...&lt;br /&gt;But i am not happy with the way i am treated..&lt;br /&gt;Because i am a part time worker..&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go MOM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Back to what i was SUPPOSED to blog about....&lt;br /&gt;Went out with hubby and his family to Vivo...&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at The Japanese Restaurant(Was it the restaurant's name??)&lt;br /&gt;Baby "bought"2 Levi's jeans...&lt;br /&gt;(slaughter your dad huh)&lt;br /&gt;$199.90 for 2...&lt;br /&gt;Quite a steal actually..&lt;br /&gt;But i no money...&lt;br /&gt;Haix...&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to get a lamp...&lt;br /&gt;But can't seem to find it..&lt;br /&gt;(The lamp with the boy's ahem as the switch?Any idea anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving went to Candy Empire..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks hubby for this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPC-ePccI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iUJMN3AQ4mI/s1600-h/Daim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPC-ePccI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iUJMN3AQ4mI/s400/Daim.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310886404380651970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But how dare you try to get something without me knowing..&lt;br /&gt;But since you got it specially for me..(of course i knew you wanted to eat it yourself.. :X)&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive you..this once.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Our darlings.. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPDsIFz_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/2_OqBlb49Ag/s1600-h/DSC04358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPDsIFz_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/2_OqBlb49Ag/s400/DSC04358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310886416635777010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pardon the shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks hubby for this too... :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPDXhQGsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cr5zAHhWyVY/s1600-h/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPDXhQGsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cr5zAHhWyVY/s400/DSC04362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310886411104164546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPC1i7ghI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lSbY5fY0dDw/s1600-h/DSC04361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPC1i7ghI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lSbY5fY0dDw/s400/DSC04361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310886401984397842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sewn on the both sides...&lt;br /&gt;I love it...&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee~ :)&lt;br /&gt;Done by my very gu niang boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;Whom is afraid of "something"&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being manly?&lt;br /&gt;Haha!~&lt;br /&gt;To some extent he is..&lt;br /&gt;But to most(okay..some) people..&lt;br /&gt;He's gay..&lt;br /&gt;To my point of view..&lt;br /&gt;He looks gay..&lt;br /&gt;But he's not..&lt;br /&gt;Cox he's got me..&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill myself if i got myself a gay boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;But we are gay tgt...(as in happy)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3900561824198788462?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNJW0Fpb-tY/SbQPC-ePccI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iUJMN3AQ4mI/s72-c/Daim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2056131626789881154</id><published>2009-03-06T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:38:47.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What has the world become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bangkokdiaries.com/2009/01/09/female-sex-tourism-in-thailand-my-girlfriend-had-paid-sex-with-a-thai-boy/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Female sex tourism in Thailand: My girlfriend had paid sex with a Thai boy"&gt;Female sex tourism in Thailand: My girlfriend had paid sex with a Thai boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like DUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bangkokdiaries.com/2009/01/09/female-sex-tourism-in-thailand-my-girlfriend-had-paid-sex-with-a-thai-boy/comment-page-1/#comment-3027&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good...&lt;br /&gt;The girlfriend is an ang moh...&lt;br /&gt;The bad..&lt;br /&gt;The Boy was Asian...&lt;br /&gt;Zz&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/7902737-2056131626789881154?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2056131626789881154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2056131626789881154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2056131626789881154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2056131626789881154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-has-world-become-female-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7225079199615967835</id><published>2009-03-05T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:59:04.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn sad...&lt;br /&gt;Lost the back of my earring...&lt;br /&gt;My V Day pressie...&lt;br /&gt;Argh...&lt;br /&gt;B save dollar by dollar to get me that..&lt;br /&gt;Haix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply cannot find  job..&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;Am i really that suay?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&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/7902737-7225079199615967835?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2633277740624443536</id><published>2009-03-01T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:41:11.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burnt my finger the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si beh pain sia!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/Salo18cX8FI/AAAAAAAABLo/vdbVND4z9ps/s1600-h/DSC04254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/Salo18cX8FI/AAAAAAAABLo/vdbVND4z9ps/s400/DSC04254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307888911800332370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/Salo16gV_6I/AAAAAAAABLg/9SrbZzwgbOk/s1600-h/DSC04255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/Salo16gV_6I/AAAAAAAABLg/9SrbZzwgbOk/s400/DSC04255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307888911280111522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/Salo12PoECI/AAAAAAAABLY/PFF0r97BtGg/s1600-h/DSC04253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/Salo12PoECI/AAAAAAAABLY/PFF0r97BtGg/s400/DSC04253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307888910136250402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/Salo1ynSGEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/I6uKhAV_sA8/s1600-h/DSC04253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/Salo1ynSGEI/AAAAAAAABLQ/I6uKhAV_sA8/s400/DSC04253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307888909161732162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Bb did mask tt night at his house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SaloS0az-ZI/AAAAAAAABLA/vs5Aa-AGHv4/s1600-h/DSC04286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SaloS0az-ZI/AAAAAAAABLA/vs5Aa-AGHv4/s400/DSC04286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307888308350876050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SaloTBQKFnI/AAAAAAAABLI/mWBQ7H8C6Gw/s1600-h/DSC04287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SaloTBQKFnI/AAAAAAAABLI/mWBQ7H8C6Gw/s400/DSC04287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307888311795848818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cute right...&lt;br /&gt;Those little clips belongs to his sister anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;B's friend lost at a finger guessing game thus the forfeit....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1OLKhHACPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1OLKhHACPE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7902737-2633277740624443536?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2633277740624443536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2633277740624443536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2633277740624443536'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gave the one today that i was supposed to go up...&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy..&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid...&lt;br /&gt;Yea...&lt;br /&gt;That's true what..&lt;br /&gt;I AM CRAZY..&lt;br /&gt;Am going to one this coming monday..&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i hope that one get through...&lt;br /&gt;It's a German 3PL Company..&lt;br /&gt;YES..LOGISTICS..&lt;br /&gt;As much as i hated..&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind getting into one that is willing to teach me from SCRATCH..&lt;br /&gt;The lady that called me up was from a HR agency..&lt;br /&gt;And she laughed at me(not sarcastically thankfully) when i told her i haven't heard of that company before...&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong la...&lt;br /&gt;Study logistics never hear a particular company before...&lt;br /&gt;Very farney meh?!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why..&lt;br /&gt;Till i told my dad about the soon to come interview..&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad told me...&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the largest logistics company in the world and the biggest in Germany..&lt;br /&gt;I was stumped...&lt;br /&gt;My mouth was opened damn big I SWEAR..&lt;br /&gt; whole swarm of flies can go in...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can get in...&lt;br /&gt;Have to do my "homework" before going to the interview..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i won't flunk it like what i have done to my previous interviews...&lt;br /&gt;Better find time to go to some temple to pray...&lt;br /&gt;"Last minute hug buddha's leg"&lt;br /&gt;Yaya...&lt;br /&gt;True lar..&lt;br /&gt;But pray at least more am xim ma...&lt;br /&gt;Tio bo? Tio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy go fishing tonight..&lt;br /&gt;What am i to do to past time..&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go with Pi Gu and the other girls to check out Zirca tonight..&lt;br /&gt;BUT..&lt;br /&gt;He told me to wait for him...&lt;br /&gt;I got fed up&lt;br /&gt;And i decided not to go at all..&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;That's how dirty my temper is..&lt;br /&gt;*P/S: Dirty temper may not mean a very fiery temper although i can get fiery too..&lt;br /&gt;Shall STOP going to all these places altogether...&lt;br /&gt;At least for one month...&lt;br /&gt;Save money..&lt;br /&gt;Save my sleep...Zz...&lt;br /&gt;Healthier lifestyle...*Don't Puui....&lt;br /&gt;Haix...&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing at home on a friday...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do..&lt;br /&gt;STITCH LOR...&lt;br /&gt;Bo Liao lar..&lt;br /&gt;But can pass time..&lt;br /&gt;Don see me chor lor cannot do needlework hor..&lt;br /&gt;Mai siao siao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2910815381311363303?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2910815381311363303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2910815381311363303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2910815381311363303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2910815381311363303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/02/interviews.html' title='Interviews....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6744440329666848096</id><published>2009-02-17T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:33:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to stay happy...&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of these ups and downs..&lt;br /&gt;And the number of turns in my journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard..&lt;br /&gt;But it's my fate...&lt;br /&gt;2 options...&lt;br /&gt;1. Face it...&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay away from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant little problems coming out here and there..&lt;br /&gt;Mostly thanks to me...&lt;br /&gt;The nutcase..&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes just feel like killing myself...*&lt;br /&gt;What can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's hard...&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting harder...&lt;br /&gt;Have to find ways to conquer them..&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes..&lt;br /&gt;It gets tiring..&lt;br /&gt;Just like machines..&lt;br /&gt;Humans break down too..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i'd be able to hang on...&lt;br /&gt;Hang on long enough.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....Out of topic...&lt;br /&gt;Happy 36th birthday to my brother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6744440329666848096?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6744440329666848096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6744440329666848096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6744440329666848096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6744440329666848096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-trying-to-stay-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3723798199424725993</id><published>2009-02-16T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:32:06.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first Valentine's Day~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first Valentine's Day~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.02.2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303392573866403698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlvcoXAZ3I/AAAAAAAABJo/nNZGEBdICNo/s400/Copy+of+SNV31312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; How stupid can a guy look while holding a bouquet of flowers with a bear...Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303392570970323746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlvcdkhuyI/AAAAAAAABJg/fQDVz2UODC8/s400/SNV31331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least this smile is better.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and the flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303393720664690274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlwfYhBjmI/AAAAAAAABKA/-Kplmg5K2Mg/s400/SNV31329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok..I know i don't look good..... Cover My Face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303393709809061954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlwewE10EI/AAAAAAAABJw/HeEPk7azMQQ/s400/SNV31327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Change my mind.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303393714104296194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlwfAE54wI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Fi4x09TEv-I/s400/SNV31328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fancy a Passion Fruit Souffle with Hazelnut sauce?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303393725486669394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlwfqerHlI/AAAAAAAABKI/3OaRyksY430/s400/SNV31317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MyFlowers.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303394640574224450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlxU7cjGEI/AAAAAAAABKY/bcYtcbSK-L0/s400/DSC04245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                     And the bear...He says i look like it...Do i?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303394637239852994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlxUvBkn8I/AAAAAAAABKQ/71a9J9fbjLM/s400/DSC04244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From Him to Me... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303396091156909218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlypXSaTKI/AAAAAAAABKg/gpLs_tHF_6E/s400/DSC04251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hearts?.. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303401707638509410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZl3wST-T2I/AAAAAAAABKw/BfyUgYo6jOA/s400/SNV31320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303401705669155234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZl3wK-cWaI/AAAAAAAABKo/qQC3bpw1_9A/s400/SNV31325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3723798199424725993?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3723798199424725993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3723798199424725993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3723798199424725993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3723798199424725993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-first-valentines-day.html' title='Our first Valentine&apos;s Day~~'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZlvcoXAZ3I/AAAAAAAABJo/nNZGEBdICNo/s72-c/Copy+of+SNV31312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6498007035005929247</id><published>2009-02-13T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:02:53.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pingafriend.com/glitter/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pingafriend.com/glitter/images/valentinesday/valentinesday11.gif" border="0" alt="glitter graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pingafriend.com/glitter/" target="new"&gt;Friendster Glitter Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/graphics/" target="new"&gt;Myspace Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Advanced Valentine's Day to all~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6498007035005929247?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6498007035005929247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6498007035005929247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6498007035005929247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6498007035005929247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendster-glitter-graphics-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1076256098715853906</id><published>2009-02-13T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:25:15.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penna was here'/><title type='text'>Day before V'Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;Friday the 13th....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;Not a very good day...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;Went for an interview but i didn't get the job...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;So sad...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;Forget about that...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;Came home very early and started making my Valentine's Day treats...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;very simple thingy..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;Cornflake chocolate...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;Don't laugh...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;I can't bake..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;And i don't want to risk making loads of stones...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;Anyway.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaPQT51I/AAAAAAAABJA/jyBNQG_FURs/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaPQT51I/AAAAAAAABJA/jyBNQG_FURs/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302194065093420882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelloggs Corn flakes and Lindt Dark Chocolate with 70% Cocoa...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaF3VcyI/AAAAAAAABJI/9KAXTDbbCpg/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaF3VcyI/AAAAAAAABJI/9KAXTDbbCpg/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302194062572745506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaDF2XjI/AAAAAAAABJQ/JPmB32tubBc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaDF2XjI/AAAAAAAABJQ/JPmB32tubBc/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302194061828316722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaG9HwJI/AAAAAAAABJY/L4DyU9zcTb8/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302194062865449106" border="0" /&gt;Tadah!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Nothing magnificent.....&lt;br /&gt;Baaahhhhh~&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/7902737-1076256098715853906?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1076256098715853906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1076256098715853906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1076256098715853906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1076256098715853906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-before-vday.html' title='Day before V&apos;Day'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SZUtaPQT51I/AAAAAAAABJA/jyBNQG_FURs/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8117437597135068385</id><published>2009-01-30T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:07:05.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONTENT WARNING!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long Post.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;- the one on my knee....burnt by motorcycle exhaust pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON YOUR BEDROOM WALLS?&lt;br /&gt;- My bro's wedding photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL LOOK LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;- Zz....White W850i phone...which is going up the lorry soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese, English......korean,jap, thai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;-3 something am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;- a happy life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;- my boy and our boy boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)?&lt;br /&gt;-myself? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.........I prefer fresh air....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.... very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;- my hubby... :,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?&lt;br /&gt;- D&amp;amp;G for now....which i have yet to get... Zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;- Em...SOmething clean and simple?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE WILL YOU BE IN 3 DAYS TIME?&lt;br /&gt;- Work?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINk?? - Energy Drink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;- Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;- sting ray...crayfish...stay...omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;br /&gt;- baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;- A necklace....or was it a photoframe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;br /&gt;- i like alot of people  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;- no specific one (: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?&lt;br /&gt;- Mini cooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 26. DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SAY NOW?&lt;br /&gt;- I MISS YOU!!! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27. ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. 3 elder brother :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt; - hint?If they're too dumb to realise then forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;- 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP?&lt;br /&gt;- laptop(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;- ANNOYING people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;- yea...like duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 35. YOUR WEAKNESS?&lt;br /&gt;- shan't name it here..... :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. COLOR OF YOUR BEDROOM?&lt;br /&gt;- white and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;- flyer distributor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;- yea...who hasn't??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT ?&lt;br /&gt;- playing Pet society in FaceBook, changing my blogskin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;-slightly bigger boobs pls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;- cause im bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ON MOST?&lt;br /&gt;- tt i'm a good girl...hee hee~don call me ah lian..i'm just rough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?&lt;br /&gt;-celebrte...cox baby will no longer have the reason to drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;- i dono..anything tt anyone give me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;- wan 2...baby wants 4..make it 3 then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;- money perhaps.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;-nope...used to when i was young though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?&lt;br /&gt;- little pinky(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;- errrrr...yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;- nope....damn fugly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. DO YOU LOVE THE SCHOOL YOU ARE CURRENTLY STUDYING IN?&lt;br /&gt;- no..but i miss school life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS? - lots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?&lt;br /&gt;-all....hide them in the cupboard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;- why not?! i'm friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;- It’s what’s on the inside that counts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;- just RELEASE...or swallow them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;- quite...i'm quite dumb i admit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;- i dono...barbie dolls??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;- no idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;- whoa..all the time..hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;- i let my heart make the decision....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;- normally i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?&lt;br /&gt;- I like ‘em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 73. WHO DO YOU MISS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;- hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;-no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. but i doubt they are willing to :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE? - hawaiin pizza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? - hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX? - ehhhh...noidea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE? - Enemies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE DRINK(S)? - Iced milo, Ice lemon tea...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. HOROSCOPE? - Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;- walk walk walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 What's your hair color? - Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR? - Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES? - sometimes when im at home. When im out it will be contact lens(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. AGE? - 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. HAVE ANY HEROES? - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI? - yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED? - some hong kong serial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? - new year..cox got ang paos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? - nope...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER? - Winter(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS? - both (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? - RELATIONSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? - pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Who is least likely to answer these questions? - busy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? - Sex &amp;amp; the Immmortal Bad Boy by Stephanie Rowe.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. ARE YOU IN LOVE W/ANYONE? - JONATHAN TAN LIN KIAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8117437597135068385?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8117437597135068385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8117437597135068385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8117437597135068385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8117437597135068385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/01/long.html' title='Long'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1752018489020643225</id><published>2009-01-29T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:58:43.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few more hours to Bb's SOL to be done with....&lt;br /&gt;Shall be picking him up tml in his camp then off to his house to change and back to my house again..&lt;br /&gt;My mummy left some popiah stuff for him..&lt;br /&gt;And he's suppose to finish them off...&lt;br /&gt;More ang pao's for me tml and saturday.. (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;I need money money....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw from Carol's blog on what she did for her boy's birthday cum anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;Same as what i did for me and boy's anni...&lt;br /&gt;But hers is like..&lt;br /&gt;So much nicer can...&lt;br /&gt;Envy..&lt;br /&gt;Still tell me she is not good at art...&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Should have taken more photos with boy......&lt;br /&gt;BOY....&lt;br /&gt;I'll BRING MY CAMERA WHEREVER I GO ALREADY LAR!!!!~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all goes well to the job my cousin in law is introducing me..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the lady boss will agree to hire me...&lt;br /&gt;Sian ah~&lt;br /&gt;Why recession...WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-1752018489020643225?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1752018489020643225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1752018489020643225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1752018489020643225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1752018489020643225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-more-hours-to-bbs-sol-to-be-done.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2282993871001879059</id><published>2009-01-28T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:01:02.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to everyone...&lt;br /&gt;May all get many many ang paos......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 21st....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the well wishes for my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Be it on facebook, friendster or face to face...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yuxin,Huiwen, Edmund and Yuxin's parents for the dinner....&lt;br /&gt;At Jumbo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mummy, Daddy and Bro for their ang paos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks My sis in law for the set of bangle,necklace and earring....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Jon's mum for the phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jerlyn,Sebastian,Huizi,Yu min and Suhaili for the Chomel Necklace and Earring...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tong Tong and Dino for the eye shadow...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jon for spending the day with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for remembering.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2282993871001879059?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2282993871001879059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2282993871001879059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2282993871001879059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2282993871001879059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7548172417140001664</id><published>2009-01-15T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:01:30.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYP's DONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with the presentation at LTH next wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;Now's waiting for the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;That includes me of course..&lt;br /&gt;And boy..... i think i look like shit in them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7902737-7548172417140001664?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7548172417140001664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7548172417140001664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7548172417140001664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7548172417140001664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/01/fyps-done-left-with-presentation-at-lth.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7956510743213683584</id><published>2009-01-12T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:23:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown 2 days.....Zz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Counting down to FYP presentatiom....&lt;br /&gt;2 days more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 DAYS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster not done...&lt;br /&gt;WTF...&lt;br /&gt;Zz....&lt;br /&gt;Sibeh sian ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Chiong ah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ki siao liao...&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time slot : 10:50 to 11:30&lt;br /&gt;Room: E45B&lt;br /&gt;sian sian sian...&lt;br /&gt;Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up finish ah....&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my little boy to House of Chinchillas yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to cut off his extra fur growing t his eye area..&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that he has an eye infection..&lt;br /&gt;*Heart pain....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;We left him there..&lt;br /&gt;1. To pair him up with another chin... A pretty white chin with red eyes..&lt;br /&gt;2. To treat his eye infection..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all turns out well...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to become blind..&lt;br /&gt;And i hope the girl doesn't reject him...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boy boy... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7956510743213683584?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7956510743213683584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7956510743213683584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7956510743213683584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7956510743213683584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-2-dayszz.html' title='Countdown 2 days.....Zz'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8411832968333062007</id><published>2009-01-06T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:24:01.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawn Prawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went Prawning with Baby at Pasir Ris Park yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;$39 for 3hours+1 hour&lt;br /&gt;2 person took that package and shared the 4 hours...&lt;br /&gt;2 hours each...&lt;br /&gt;Spent $40&lt;br /&gt;And.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SWNofcdz21I/AAAAAAAABIo/iW2VBot0oF4/s1600-h/DSC04086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SWNofcdz21I/AAAAAAAABIo/iW2VBot0oF4/s400/DSC04086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288185276889553746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought home 4 pathetic prawns&lt;br /&gt;Cooked them in hua tiao chew..&lt;br /&gt;And makan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SWNofAC1vMI/AAAAAAAABIg/AuJ5V3y_E6g/s1600-h/DSC04084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SWNofAC1vMI/AAAAAAAABIg/AuJ5V3y_E6g/s400/DSC04084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288185269260238018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was smiling cause he got he first catch...&lt;br /&gt;A prawn head...&lt;br /&gt;He was happy..&lt;br /&gt;He caught 2 live prawns..&lt;br /&gt;And me..&lt;br /&gt;Caught one whole dead prawn and a clam shell..&lt;br /&gt;WTF..&lt;br /&gt;Dono is prawn catch us or we catch prawns..&lt;br /&gt;But was fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/s: Tiffs are bound to exist in a relationship... But i wonder if the tiffs we are having are getting bigger...Like the misunderstanding last night...And i realise that was how much you trusted me...And it hurts me..Deep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8411832968333062007?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8411832968333062007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8411832968333062007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8411832968333062007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8411832968333062007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2009/01/prawn-prawn.html' title='Prawn Prawn...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SWNofcdz21I/AAAAAAAABIo/iW2VBot0oF4/s72-c/DSC04086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8796817695845465350</id><published>2009-01-02T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:03:44.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another year gone~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 2009..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sure hope it'd be good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008 had been a bad year for most people i suppose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i doubt 2009 will be any much better thanks to the recession..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'll still pin a little hope on it.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My New Year Resolutions for Year 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Find a job...(cause i'm graduating soon!!YEAH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Be a better girlfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Help Baby's mummy change him... (I wonder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boy boy be a good boy...Don't start biting people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clear my debts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Save more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A multi purpose bag? A longchamp one perhaps..Cheaper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love my Baby and our Boy boy more than ever (:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby and my kor kor's birthday just passed..&lt;br /&gt;Conicidently their birthday's happens to be one day after the other..&lt;br /&gt;And me and my kor kor's chinese birthday happen to be on the same day as Baby's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;Baby's chalet was..&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Something nearly happened..&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad that it was stopped in time.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;New year's Eve was spent celebrating my kor kor's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;And then head to Boat Quay to meet Aloy and gang...&lt;br /&gt;I was erm...&lt;br /&gt;High..&lt;br /&gt;And i fertilised the plants at Baby's condo...&lt;br /&gt;His mummy was surprised that he came home so early that day..&lt;br /&gt;Of course...&lt;br /&gt;It was all thanks to me..&lt;br /&gt;Baby is suppose to stay home for the next 3 months at least...&lt;br /&gt;No more drinking for this period of time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Good...&lt;br /&gt;Save money..&lt;br /&gt;To support me.. Kekeke~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 21st like coming soon..&lt;br /&gt;And i've got like..&lt;br /&gt;No plans at all..&lt;br /&gt;Sian ah...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is asking me to celebrate i simply have no idea what to do..&lt;br /&gt;And seriously..&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like doing anything...&lt;br /&gt;It's just another normal day isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how when the day comes....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love of my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286680522202379634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SV4P7MbZdXI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ELlWNIWRu0M/s400/SNV31190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286680525607560642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SV4P7ZHQZcI/AAAAAAAABIY/LV4Y2AvwMUo/s400/DSC04040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7902737-8796817695845465350?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8796817695845465350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8796817695845465350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6302335781230749934</id><published>2008-12-25T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:26:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's X'mas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without the merry mood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry X'mas to all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing my new son...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boy boy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283408752197494626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SVJwRHXr52I/AAAAAAAABII/wc3lv2rNVcc/s400/SNV31208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283408529641225538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SVJwEKSIvUI/AAAAAAAABIA/4ZCDuVo78w0/s400/SNV31192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7902737-6302335781230749934?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SVJwRHXr52I/AAAAAAAABII/wc3lv2rNVcc/s72-c/SNV31208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8156820368718795627</id><published>2008-12-12T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:53:07.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School's out today...&lt;br /&gt;And guess what..&lt;br /&gt;I missed my last lesson before the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;Not intentionally all thanks to my headache..&lt;br /&gt;My head is like still spinning now...&lt;br /&gt;Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;Bb coming over to stay tml so he'd be going to my uncle's house with  me on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to come today...&lt;br /&gt;But he got Judo training and his cousin's birthday today..&lt;br /&gt;I so need my antidote..&lt;br /&gt;But he isn't free...&lt;br /&gt;Haix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess i can only depend on myself now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7902737-8156820368718795627?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8156820368718795627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8156820368718795627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My hong Kong trip gone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My pay cheque cannot get through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fark....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy for ah min and Cassandra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Found the love of your lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy dating....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6460759342051606545?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6460759342051606545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6460759342051606545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6460759342051606545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6460759342051606545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-hong-kong-trip-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3930091776306507514</id><published>2008-12-09T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:31:19.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gave up the certification course thingy...&lt;br /&gt;Cause i've got no money... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277782311102954594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/ST5zDI8hvGI/AAAAAAAABHc/GADS2dcZS8U/s400/hk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hi Hong Kong...&lt;br /&gt;Change of plans AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;Will be in Singapore on my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;But leaving the next day for Hong Kong...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to baby's mum...&lt;br /&gt;She was the one who talked about going to Hong Kong instead of the 2 of us going to Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;My expenses i guess all settled...&lt;br /&gt;Baby say i don't have to think so much about that and that he has enough for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;I hope so...But i better work more this month so i have extra on me...&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really told my mum my decision yet...&lt;br /&gt;I as a daughter asked her for pemission to go...&lt;br /&gt;But i don't think she had to talk to me in that manner..&lt;br /&gt;She said she dono what we are thinking of...&lt;br /&gt;And ask me to decide for myself and tooot...&lt;br /&gt;Hung up the phone...&lt;br /&gt;Mum..Are you angry that i am going overseas with my bf's family during the chinese new year period..&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just sian that you have to do everything yourself during that period...&lt;br /&gt;SIAN AH.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3930091776306507514?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3930091776306507514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3930091776306507514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3930091776306507514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3930091776306507514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/gave-up-certification-course-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/ST5zDI8hvGI/AAAAAAAABHc/GADS2dcZS8U/s72-c/hk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4708930351248651242</id><published>2008-12-05T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:59:36.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remembered the wrong for Baby's chalet...It's 26th to 28th instead...&lt;br /&gt;And i asked my mum if they want to go..&lt;br /&gt;She didn't give me  definite answer but..&lt;br /&gt;I guess she might go...&lt;br /&gt;After that night i think really..&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for the better...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;One silly thing that made me freaking pek chek last nite..&lt;br /&gt;All i ever wanted was to spend my 21st birthday my way...&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go Batam..&lt;br /&gt;But she said it's "dirty"...&lt;br /&gt;And i asked her about Bali&lt;br /&gt;But she said it's near CNY and why should i go let people chop head...&lt;br /&gt;I nv wanted any grand celebrations..&lt;br /&gt;I don't even expect anyone..(in the family) to want to celebrate for me..&lt;br /&gt;To me..It's just another day..&lt;br /&gt;But since i have someone i love that is much closer to me now..&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be a very simple and private affair..&lt;br /&gt;What's so hard about that?&lt;br /&gt; She simply just won't let me have it my way for once don't she...&lt;br /&gt;Haix...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;6 Sigma lesson today..&lt;br /&gt;Now then i realise i have already skipped it 8 times&lt;br /&gt;And i can no longer afford to skip anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I went into the classroom..&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the middle table..&lt;br /&gt;LIKE AN IDIOT...&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid faci took soooooo darn long to shift me into a team...&lt;br /&gt;I won't mind if i was sitting in a corner or there's someone with me at the table..&lt;br /&gt;But middle table and all alone...&lt;br /&gt;I hate looking like an idiot...&lt;br /&gt;DARN...&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the mrt with Majella, Daniel and Junior..&lt;br /&gt;Was laughing like hell almost the whole time...&lt;br /&gt;Majulah Singapura....Majella Singapura..&lt;br /&gt;To think they can think of such things..&lt;br /&gt;I bet Majjy is cursing me if she reads this...&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill me Majjy...&lt;br /&gt;Mrt all the way after Majjy alighted, with the guys..&lt;br /&gt;Went to AMK hub...&lt;br /&gt;Had wanted to get a pair of heels for work..&lt;br /&gt;But i couldn't make up my mind..&lt;br /&gt;So..off i go..&lt;br /&gt;To the outside of hub...&lt;br /&gt;And saw this little trinket cupboard...&lt;br /&gt;It's pink and i thought of my niece and Baby's sister...&lt;br /&gt;To play safe...I bought one first..&lt;br /&gt;Show my mum before deciding if we want to get that for my niece too...&lt;br /&gt;2 X'mas gifts settled....&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-4708930351248651242?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4708930351248651242/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-9120676637150282226</id><published>2008-12-01T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:14:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A small little change in my life...&lt;br /&gt;Think slowly my family is accepting him..&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i made him stay over the other night... :)&lt;br /&gt;He came to my house for dinner on Friday and we went out to Boat Quy for Dexter's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;But left pretty early cause i was freaking tired...&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my house to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;On the same mattress and with my mum on the other mattress beside me and my dad snoring away on his bed...&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next day by my 2 little monsters..&lt;br /&gt;And he..&lt;br /&gt;I guess he sort of mixed into my family..&lt;br /&gt;He played with them..&lt;br /&gt;And brought them out(with me of course)&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't a very happy outing thanks to my spoilt nephew..&lt;br /&gt;Who simply can't keep his mouth shut..&lt;br /&gt;And he threw the ball too hard at the arcade and hit my boy at his nose..&lt;br /&gt;My boy lost his cool of course..&lt;br /&gt;Rang up the monsters' dad and asked him to pick us up...&lt;br /&gt;Back at the house..&lt;br /&gt;Dinner together and my mum gave him a lecture after dinner..&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour lecture that is...&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good one...&lt;br /&gt;My mum talked to him about a lot of things..&lt;br /&gt;Which majority of it i wasn't listening to..&lt;br /&gt;But really..&lt;br /&gt;Was good interaction..&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mum knew that he wasn't a bad guy..&lt;br /&gt;Went on to our mahjong session...&lt;br /&gt;a "healthy family game"..&lt;br /&gt;As what my sis in law said...&lt;br /&gt;We paid a school fee of $1.20..&lt;br /&gt;That boy of mine don't even know when to game without me by his side..&lt;br /&gt;Silly...&lt;br /&gt;Went out to EZ after the game and this time round stayed at his house...&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to work the next day...&lt;br /&gt;But i feigned sickness..&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1 : Didn't have the mood to go to work..&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2 : I just wanted more time with him...&lt;br /&gt;I lost the money but i gained more time with him...&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day with him and went home after sending him back to camp...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;December already..&lt;br /&gt;That would only mean a number of events happening...&lt;br /&gt;on the 10th...our 6th month anniversary...&lt;br /&gt;How time flies..... :)&lt;br /&gt;27th to 29th boy's birthday chalet...&lt;br /&gt;The actual is on the 30th but he'd be in camp... Sad... :'(&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he wouldn't need to go into DB and will be able to book out for his birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Next next next...&lt;br /&gt;My 21st birthday....&lt;br /&gt;I should be out of town..&lt;br /&gt;Boy already applied for leave&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day i guess i'd be out of reach...&lt;br /&gt;21st to 23rd..&lt;br /&gt;But we don't know where to go yet...&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions???&lt;br /&gt;Yea..&lt;br /&gt;That's it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-9120676637150282226?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/9120676637150282226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=9120676637150282226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/9120676637150282226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/9120676637150282226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/small-little-change-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-545848779072396390</id><published>2008-11-24T18:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:02:50.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my blog have been very very full of words......Hence....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall put up some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272173896749118754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SSqGOdXRdSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ib7FXJEJzgE/s400/DSC03810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Darling niece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not the mother for goodness sake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though she does look like me when i was young..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn those aunties...&lt;br /&gt;Do i look like a mum to you??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272172811568539666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SSqFPSwD6BI/AAAAAAAAAy8/xpxTL-G4B9Q/s400/DSC03772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know......I sould never cam-whore during working hours...Especially in the toilet..But i can't help it...IT'S FERAKING BORING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the eyebags...Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272173698618532322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SSqGC7RQoeI/AAAAAAAAAzE/6EuZyyY3OwY/s400/DSC03967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Boy and his Sister....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mindgames??!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Purpose of the hearts is not to show my love for him..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's just to hide his nippies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before someone comes after me for posing indecent photographs..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272174961646944802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SSqHMcaswiI/AAAAAAAAAzU/p7wLLYdO0LI/s400/DSC03720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Creation of Charmaine during Pharma class..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And no..this sotong head looks nothing like me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it's cute....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I skipped my Retail UT 3 today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had wanted to go..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But don't see the point to rush to school just to take my UT..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not going to school tml either...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Retail module again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've got doctor appointment at Tan Tock Seng...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shall go to Baby's house early tml morning..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And SLEEP...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes...To sleep..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And have him accompany me to the doctor and off to buy my shoes for work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My heels like broke yesterday while i was going for my dinner break..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Damn malu can..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the stupid woman do nothing but said "Oh Dear"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think you could have helped just by shutting up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Could have made do without your comments thank you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't ask me how i broke it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really have no idea..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Walked halfway and "piak"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Off it went..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So auntie Jocelyn helped me pluck the other side out..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And i went from walking...to shuffling the rest of the day..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Helped Chee Keong with his perfume sets...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wrapped them with ribbons...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Made alot of "balls" or whatever u call them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and i had the rest of the promoters asking me to make for them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I bet the whole sales floor is full of my "balls"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Boy is out riding his bicycle again..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder if he could even open his eyes tml..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Got this feeling that i'd be going alone at the end of the day to the doctors...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am pondering over what to give him for his birthday next month..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though he says it's alright to not have any gift as long as i'm beside him..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it doesn't make sense for me to go empty handed right...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I expect something big on my 21st from him..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hee hee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Better not pin high hopes else i'd be very disappointed by then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess i'll hand make some placard for him since i'm kinda poor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Keep having this urge to go for the SIA interview again..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;COX i really don't know what kind of job i should go for...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAix..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wad should i do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-545848779072396390?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/545848779072396390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=545848779072396390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/545848779072396390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to find a job....&lt;br /&gt;Right after i graduate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-1579797586539517324?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1579797586539517324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1579797586539517324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Haix...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say about that...&lt;br /&gt;Had a mixture of feelings...&lt;br /&gt;Was happy that i met them..&lt;br /&gt;But unhappy due to a whole string of incidents that happened...&lt;br /&gt;So tired of life....&lt;br /&gt;Kena viral infection last week and went to school for like only 1 day...&lt;br /&gt;Never even go for my FYP....&lt;br /&gt;For the first time i felt so horrible..&lt;br /&gt;And yet no one bothered..&lt;br /&gt;Not even my parents...&lt;br /&gt;My bf can't book out and i'm left there..&lt;br /&gt;Dangling...&lt;br /&gt;Barely alive...&lt;br /&gt;Worked on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Freaking tired..&lt;br /&gt;I was like a wlking zombie..&lt;br /&gt;First thing my mum did was to kp me when i reached home..&lt;br /&gt;Half dead..&lt;br /&gt;And the next thing i know when i open my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;My dad kp me..&lt;br /&gt;As much as i wanted to rest at home..&lt;br /&gt;I didn;t...&lt;br /&gt;I left the house..&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to hear more rantings from my parents...&lt;br /&gt;And i';m so hungry...&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone's left their classes already.....&lt;br /&gt;Haix..&lt;br /&gt;I want my pooh bear with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8581348241262924142?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8581348241262924142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8581348241262924142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8581348241262924142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8581348241262924142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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UT...&lt;br /&gt;Fark sia..&lt;br /&gt;Baby's not feeling well either...&lt;br /&gt;His back is pain and he couldn't even turn..&lt;br /&gt;He was to come to my house to look for me..&lt;br /&gt;But ended up..&lt;br /&gt;Never...&lt;br /&gt;Both of us sick..&lt;br /&gt;Wonder wad's wrong with the both of us..&lt;br /&gt;Tml FYP somemore...&lt;br /&gt;Zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2868234080510857045?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2868234080510857045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2868234080510857045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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problems with my fucked up lappy..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid free antiviruses&lt;br /&gt;They are of NO USE...&lt;br /&gt;Thought could uninstall them but end up cannot...&lt;br /&gt;Thought nvm...&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE they would stay there quietly..&lt;br /&gt;But i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY WRONG...&lt;br /&gt;They popped out at the wrong time...&lt;br /&gt;WORSE..&lt;br /&gt;THEY KEEP POPPING UP..&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me how to get rid of this annoying stuff???&lt;br /&gt;HAIX......&lt;br /&gt;UT tml again..&lt;br /&gt;SI BEH SIAN AH...&lt;br /&gt;Today's Pharma UT confirm buang..&lt;br /&gt;Heng UT 1's result not so bad....&lt;br /&gt;But tml SCM UT...&lt;br /&gt;DIE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3805792734551990248?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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thought of my boy..forget it...&lt;br /&gt;Tot of going for jobs at nightspots..&lt;br /&gt;But..Thinking of both my parents and my boy..&lt;br /&gt;Might not work out...&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me what to do...&lt;br /&gt;Haix.....&lt;br /&gt;************************************ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265773233954107090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SRPI22WYLtI/AAAAAAAAAy0/vtbT8GOZipw/s400/img7759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught the movie "The Coffin" yesterday at TM..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kinda sucks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy was bored to like duh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i keep getting shocks from the stupid sound effects..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't really scary but gross..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i can't stand the sight of the actors with the horrible make ups..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will have night mares..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a typical girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hid under the jacket most of the time before the "things" even came out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And boy was like teasing and laughing at me throughout...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;Came across this email that a friend sent me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doctor's Last Word....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 20-yr old pretty, sexy and sensual girl went to see a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;'Doctor, I'm so angry at my boyfriend that I must call him Bastard. I&lt;br /&gt;feel that he's gone too far, and he deserves it.'&lt;br /&gt;'Hmm? Such a word is strong and rude. But may be you have your own&lt;br /&gt;reasons. Tell me about it so that I can help you.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, thank you, Doctor. There was one night...we parked our car&lt;br /&gt;besides the beach and we were alone... and... he held my hand....'&lt;br /&gt;'Did he hold your hand like this?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Doctor. Exactly like how you're holding it now'&lt;br /&gt;'If it's only this, he doesn't deserve to be called Bastard. It means&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't want to be separated from you.'&lt;br /&gt;'Then, he leaned his body towards me... and hugged me...'&lt;br /&gt;'Like this?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Doctor. Exactly like how you're doing.'&lt;br /&gt;'It's not a Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;It means he wanna stay forever by your side'&lt;br /&gt;'Then he kissed me...'&lt;br /&gt;'Like this?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Doctor. Exactly like how you're kissing me.'&lt;br /&gt;'If its only a kiss like this, seriously you can't call him Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;it means he adores you.'&lt;br /&gt;'Then he put his hands inside my clothes and touched my boobs, Doc...'&lt;br /&gt;'Like this?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Doctor... exactly like that'&lt;br /&gt;'It's not behavior of a bastard. It means he wants to protect you.'&lt;br /&gt;'Then he took off all my clothes... slowly... '&lt;br /&gt;'Did you resist?'&lt;br /&gt;'No. I let him do it, coz I love him...'&lt;br /&gt;'Did he take off your clothes like this?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Doctor. Until I'm completely naked like now......'&lt;br /&gt;'He still doesn't deserve to be called 'Bastard, because it means he&lt;br /&gt;wanna learn about your body completely.'&lt;br /&gt;'Then he kissed me and put his.... inside me and had sex with me...'&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;'Did he do it just like what we do?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Doctor. Exactly the same'&lt;br /&gt;'You still can't call him Bastard. It means he needs you.'&lt;br /&gt;'But then he told me that he has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIDS'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the staff and patients outside heard the doctor screaming,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRD!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2081555343906441361?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2081555343906441361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2081555343906441361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4796906677919626864</id><published>2008-11-04T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:53:31.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I screwed up at my SIA interview on Friday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda paiseh to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was ousted at the first round..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geez..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My group was kinda strong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All ang moh damn power..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was alright even before i went into the room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i went all jittery when it was my turn to introduce myself and answer their question..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The qn: What do you think is the most important aspect in customer service?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All our answers were like the same..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the 2 that got selected..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They told stories and they got in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geez..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't that hard actually but i guess if i had more confidence and be able to express myself properly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It shouldn't have been a problem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting for my turn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried to smile at the other girls waiting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they seem...Unfriendly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huiwen is asking if i want to try Silkair..But that's like next year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i could consder other airlines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i guess my boy would be damn happy if i have up this choice for good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colleagues are asking me to keep trying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially my manager who is an Ex-SIA girl herself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Keep trying no matter what.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds easy huh..But needs alot of courage leh dey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps at the end of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tgis is just not my cup of tea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since it was never my dream nor my ambition... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's tuesday and it's been a week and a day after she left this world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her news came out so big in the papers and yet we never saw it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even know till Yuxin called me in the middle of the night on Thursday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She passed away...Horribly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is seriously like no way a girl like her should pass on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember the time when i first saw her in secondary school years ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was that very very innocent little girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she grew up fast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has to happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was never close to her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we talked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a friend to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was stuned when i heard about her death..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we have to accept it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how her family is coping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supposed to go with Yuxin to madai to pay my respects..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i had chalet the nite before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But tt's an excuse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I simply can't bring myself to go there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just never liked to attend such things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest in Peace girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elizabeth Yau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27th October 2008....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264691166789206946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SQ_wuQCbg6I/AAAAAAAAAys/V398acPRuUg/s400/1_890179668l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/showthread.php?t=2142168"&gt;http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/showthread.php?t=2142168&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SQ_wuQCbg6I/AAAAAAAAAys/V398acPRuUg/s72-c/1_890179668l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1480078354759588037</id><published>2008-10-31T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:08:58.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 15 hours in should in the room along with a few other girls facing a small challenge in life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or a big one to some others.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little jittery now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's either a straight route or another ambigious route after today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby just called and said he regretted asking me to try..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And asked if i could don't go for the interview..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My answer: Can i say no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that i want this job more than i want a life with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if i don't go, i might really regret in future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of the money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of the experiences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think...What kind of job would pay you to see the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i think i'd most likely not get through even the first phase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...Haiz...Just a try darling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get in and i'll just accept it as i'm not fated to be in that line..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should go to sleep already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or i'd really look like a zombie tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me luck and to Kah Mun too.. *Winkx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-1480078354759588037?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1480078354759588037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1480078354759588037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1480078354759588037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1480078354759588037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2699941191777899721</id><published>2008-10-23T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:45:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SP_3ACs_vdI/AAAAAAAAAyk/d1SBWevKm1U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260194469889686994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SP_3ACs_vdI/AAAAAAAAAyk/d1SBWevKm1U/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;Scary sia...&lt;br /&gt;Geez..&lt;br /&gt;Did they just schedule anyone who sent in an application or did they really choose..&lt;br /&gt;Sia la..&lt;br /&gt;Should go for plastic surgery before going..&lt;br /&gt;4pm..&lt;br /&gt;A little late..&lt;br /&gt;But good also..&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;Directly opposite Baby's house... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the way the bloggie add has changed to &lt;a href="http://poohlovespiglet-10062008.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poohlovespiglet-10062008.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2699941191777899721?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2699941191777899721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2699941191777899721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2699941191777899721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2699941191777899721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SP_3ACs_vdI/AAAAAAAAAyk/d1SBWevKm1U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8995259997547027638</id><published>2008-10-22T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:19:35.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if i'm right about this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heeded Kah Mun's advice to submit the pplication for SIA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya la i know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look nothing like a Singaporeair Girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what she said made sense..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never have regrets..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Submitted my application already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess what i saw..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259997343849743410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SP9Dty-phDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TdbYzRT6hJ8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only passed 3???!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how's my luck la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See if they reply..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reply..Go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don reply..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told Bb..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sounds..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disappointed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said he'll be damn sad if i got in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And worried that some other guy might come in between..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do trust me or don trust the guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask ur heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U told me u don trust the other guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if someone thinks of something else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my heart is with u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And u still say u don trust the guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i cldn't possibly have  change of heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8995259997547027638?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8995259997547027638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8995259997547027638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8995259997547027638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8995259997547027638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wonder-if-im-right-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SP9Dty-phDI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TdbYzRT6hJ8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1448067613353067695</id><published>2008-10-19T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:13:53.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUCK SCHOOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CB...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don engage useless staff can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody hell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Submitted form already still come after me for school fees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reply back to them that i have already submitted like long ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And only to have a reply saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;According to our records, we have not received your form....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$#^%$&amp;amp;^%*&amp;amp;^(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CCB...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HENG I GOT TAKE EXTRA FORM HOME...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NABEI...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deadline 20th OCT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I nv take tt means i cham la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SACK YOUR USELESS STAFFS U RUBBISH SCHOOL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6784971032353061027</id><published>2008-10-18T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:21:09.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bro's going back to Aussie tml night..&lt;br /&gt;Gve up meeting Bb for my brother..&lt;br /&gt;Which i really should...&lt;br /&gt;Cause i see my bro like once for dono how long....&lt;br /&gt;Bb booked out already..&lt;br /&gt;Went to see him just now..&lt;br /&gt;Just for a while and he went out riding his bike...&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;Alone i went...To Cityhall..&lt;br /&gt;He thought i went home when in fact i didn't..&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Makansutra first..&lt;br /&gt;The flies were fucking irritating...&lt;br /&gt;Duh...&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind them...&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Marina Square to walk walk see see..&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of SALES going on..&lt;br /&gt;But cannot buy..&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Cox my pocket is empty...&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that too..&lt;br /&gt;It's a Friday..&lt;br /&gt;And i am attached..&lt;br /&gt;Yet i'm walking around all alone...&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame anyone but myself...&lt;br /&gt;Seeing those couples walking past me make me envy..&lt;br /&gt;Not that i don't have a Significant Other..&lt;br /&gt;But simply just i told him..&lt;br /&gt;If you want to ride...Go and ride..&lt;br /&gt;I'll find my own entertinment..&lt;br /&gt;He realises that i went walking around lone only when i was nearly reaching home...&lt;br /&gt;He said it made him feel bad..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry f u really did...&lt;br /&gt;But seriously i'm okay alone..&lt;br /&gt;As much as i hoped for him to be by my side..&lt;br /&gt;I won't be so selfish to tie him to myself..&lt;br /&gt;And i know he's not the kind of walk walk see see guy...&lt;br /&gt;He's more like n arcade guy..&lt;br /&gt;A place where i seldom go to before i met him..&lt;br /&gt;Now..I've become a regular...A regular standee...&lt;br /&gt;Standing down there, occasionally sitting on  chair beside him..&lt;br /&gt;Watching him play or stoning there...&lt;br /&gt;HAix...&lt;br /&gt;He knows i don't like it..&lt;br /&gt;Cox i've been showing my sulty face everytime we walk into an arcade...&lt;br /&gt;Haix...&lt;br /&gt;Actually i don't mind going..&lt;br /&gt;But tht is if i am also playing..&lt;br /&gt;He tries to get me involved...&lt;br /&gt;Playing phtohunt with me sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't help that he isn't even paying attention to the screen in front of us..&lt;br /&gt;Dear...If you wan to play..give your full attention...&lt;br /&gt;It simply spoils my mood and then yours when ur finger is here at the screen but ur eyes and heart is with the "cars".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix...&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6784971032353061027?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6784971032353061027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6784971032353061027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6784971032353061027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6784971032353061027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bros-going-back-to-aussie-tml-night.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7139927699208195106</id><published>2008-10-14T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:34:31.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAAAAA~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liong ah liong ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I freaking need more money....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fucking need more jobs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any lobangss????!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't go to school today cox kena gastric last night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bear with it the whole night till 3.30am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot tahan anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the toilet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIOLA~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a beautiful sight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PUKE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red one sia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got chao sng taste sia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freaking bitter sey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think it was the chilli i ate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bahhhhh~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got another blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me and my boyfriend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandalovespiglet-10062008.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://pandalovespiglet-10062008.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds kiddish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But cute WAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 Tml no nid to go LTH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 I'm done setting up the bloggie(though it doesn't take up much time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm Unhappy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WWWHHHYYY????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 I'm broke...fucking broke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 I'm feeling quesy...my stomach is in a war..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3 I haven't watch the VCD i bought 1,2 week go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#4 The cuckoo haven't tell me my application for my school fees approved already anot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#5 WHY I HAVEN'T GRADUATE FROM SCHOOL????!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7139927699208195106?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7139927699208195106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7139927699208195106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7139927699208195106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7139927699208195106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramble.html' title='Ramble~~'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8703331355803496055</id><published>2008-10-11T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:00:05.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for Jerlyn's R.O.M yesterday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very nice place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wasn't very grand, but it's great enough for them.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The heart shaped balloons~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The music..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The atmosphere was nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was wondering why would nyoe hold an R.O.M at a chalet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after this, it's not a bad thing afterall.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pity i missed the solemnisation part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ending part was great..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw how the couple danced..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though could tell they were a little paiseh,perhaps cause there are elders around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were supposed to be the main attraction but seems like a kid stole all the limelight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The new age DANCING KING~ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute boy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boy started asking when's our turn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good question..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that i don't want to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's simply too early..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what do we have to be able to get hitched?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No money no talk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the real world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U can't fill your stomach with LOVE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i didn't tell him that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No flowers, No diamond Ring, No proposal and u want me to marry u.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And his reply...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ok...U say one~Next month...You wait..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea...I'll wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may or my not nod my head..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though i did already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TWICE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying is not enough darling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't believe my Saturday is gone just like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't gone clubbing for ages and now...MOS had closed down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't tell me there's still Phuture..And a whole list of clubs out there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tht was like the first club(other than Devil's Bar) that i went to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got memories sia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sian ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should have gone to work just know if i had known i'd be spending the whole day at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fully blur, half asleep and half awake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE THIS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should have agreed to work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y am i so dunb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is like Zz..Dead..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda miss my previous lifestyle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i didn't have a love interest then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i was happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though with trouble too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that i'm not happy now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the worries piled up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So vexed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i just go to bed, off my handphone...And sleep for a few days straight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8703331355803496055?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8703331355803496055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8703331355803496055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8703331355803496055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8703331355803496055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-for-jerlyns-r.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3323782100858211807</id><published>2008-10-09T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:39:30.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must you keep going out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a call and out you go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEK CHEK AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3323782100858211807?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3323782100858211807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3323782100858211807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3323782100858211807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3323782100858211807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-you-keep-going-out.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4682543471818273442</id><published>2008-10-09T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:49:44.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes i just wish to get out of the house sooner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told baby just now and his reply...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get married lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haiz..Do you see marriage as a game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm seriously wondering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i were to get pregnant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should i just keep the baby and get married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or should i get it out and move on with life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jerlyn's R.O.M tml..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder when would be mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't laugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's normal for  girl to want to get married..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i've always said i don't mind being left on the shelf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's still a girl's dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just wanted more time for him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why do you have to restrict me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm old enough to think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm 20..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;not 12...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know what's right and what's wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I know what i'm doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You said as long as i'm happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Now you telling me this shit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Giving me this kind of attitudes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Have you got any idea that would make me want to even more leave this house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just give me a break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;PLEASE..&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/7902737-4682543471818273442?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4682543471818273442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=4682543471818273442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4682543471818273442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4682543471818273442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-i-just-wish-to-get-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7557105928324954177</id><published>2008-10-05T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:59:13.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mixture of feelings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause my baby "proposed" again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to get engaged..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows i don't want to get married so soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But how do i go about telling my parents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I agreed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since it's between me and him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause my brother doesn't like him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though he says it's not important whether he likes him or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My happiness is more important..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But never did he realise i'll never be happy if my family doesn't support whole heartedly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much i feel like i'm not really part of the family at times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they are still part of the reason why i'm living..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live for myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live for my baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live for my family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting emo again........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i hate that feeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want to live a simple and happy life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it that hard?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7557105928324954177?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7557105928324954177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7557105928324954177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7557105928324954177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7557105928324954177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/mixture-of-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-164628413757290879</id><published>2008-09-25T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:34:35.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have 2 things to blog about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 happy...1 headache...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Happy Issue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother came back from Australia and gave us all a surprise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though he has been a very strict brother while i was growning up all the years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i knew he loved me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm his only sister afterall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It should have been a happy occasion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here comes the headache part..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My boy's angry with me AGAIN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;REASON?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause i left his house without him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He agreed to accompany me to have dinner with my family tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We..or rather he..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept till 4pm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacked at his livig room and end up falling asleep on the sofa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tried to wake him up seeing the time is really getting late..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he refused to budge..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to take my bath..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he still won't move..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i left alone without him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want everyone to wait for us like we are some big shot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i don't want him to have not enough rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet he doesn't understand my intentions and says that i don't understand him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know u want to accompany me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not at the expense of sacrificing ur resting time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's still angry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm haveng a headache...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby bought another PSP..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From his friend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$300 bucks...8gb memory card..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he haven't paid him yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like duh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went drinking with him, danny and his girlfriend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First at Pasir Ris Park....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice ambience..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But transport is bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next move on to Ez 50s..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the place where Baby's dad always frequent..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also the "club" that Jackie Chan opened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank quite alot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headache....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is my freaking manager going to meet me or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WAN TO SLEEP LA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SI BEH PEK CHEK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@$%$#^%$&amp;amp;$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-164628413757290879?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/164628413757290879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=164628413757290879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/164628413757290879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/164628413757290879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-2-things-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5243635120539167354</id><published>2008-09-23T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:10:00.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 whole week without updates..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;REASON:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got nth to update~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is Boring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BORING..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised i'm having this phobia towards my Retail Logistics Facilitator..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like OH MY GOD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time in my life of 20 freaking years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I developed a phobia towards a "teacher"???!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds ridiculous..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PErhaps it's the wy that old man stresses people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scary old man we have there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am NOT looking forward to Mondays....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BAHHHHH~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM looking forward to the END OF THE SEMESTER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is like still 13 weeks away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone please tell me school hasn't just started like 3 weeks ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DUH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am meeting my Baby after school tml since he's booking out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duty after Duty after Duty....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not enough rest..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He have better not fall sick again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Else this time i'll really collapse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet him tml and let him rest on Thursday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall go out with Daniel an the peeps instead then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Dan's birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can i have my pay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm fucking broke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#$#^%$&amp;amp;%^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-5243635120539167354?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5243635120539167354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=5243635120539167354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5243635120539167354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5243635120539167354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-whole-week-without-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-9051814641513104217</id><published>2008-09-16T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:48:33.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TIRED AH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I freaking need a break can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am so exhausted can....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tml got FYP again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PENJURU AGAIN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School better ends fast fast.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for my problems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sort of half settled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i'm still having headaches here and there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to find possible ways to eliminate the problems..(which seems impossible..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby have been having headaches very frequently lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No idea what is wrong with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i simply have no chance to accompany him to see a doctor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is to see the doctor in camp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seems like other than prescribing medicatio to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stupid doctor did NOTHING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should ask his mum to brng him to some brain scan one day to check what is wrong with him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-9051814641513104217?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/9051814641513104217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=9051814641513104217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/9051814641513104217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/9051814641513104217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-ah-i-freaking-need-break-can.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6151702316391065307</id><published>2008-09-11T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:48:19.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High degree....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had been a "missy" for the past few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause baby was down on fever...on and off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nearly scared me to death when his temperature went up to 39.3...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His mum just sent him to the doctor gain and he told me he felt better after a jab..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully my baby could be active again real soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurts me to see him like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sound like a mum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's normal isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn tired can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I freaking dozed off on the mrt on the way to school this morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i nearly missed a stop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am THAT tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i didn't attend school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had "free" snacks today thanks to Daniel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to him refusing to take the money and wanting to treat us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heng we never really buy much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought the most things and i feel bad not returning him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh uncle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know u meant well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being gentlemanly...But hor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;earning money not easy leh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya la..i know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say lidat but i keep spending money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dono y..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more u make...the more u spend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just bought a nude-bra from AMK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$19.90..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sticky sia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But heng it comes with a strap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally for once i could wear my tubes without the straps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not damn fugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a feeling i'll be the one down with fever next..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday..(10th September)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was supposed to be our 3rd month aniversary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes...I know...no big deal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent the whole day together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting from Tan Tock Seng..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where he had his appointment for his hand fracture..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then back to his house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For him to rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didn't eat much an really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His body turned red when his temperature suddenly rises....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt damn helpless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And damn useless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could do nothing but watch him suffer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he slept i was outside watching TV....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either that or i slept with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed on till his parents came back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coached his sistera little...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he gave me money to take cab home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's how we spent our anniversary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a way to spend our anniversary together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevermind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd month gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still got the 100days one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sounds like some funeral kind of thingy but got ppl celebrate too wad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully i won't be the one falling sick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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degree....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5193062152576252352</id><published>2008-09-10T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:46:51.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A chat with Aloy really helped..&lt;br /&gt;After all he is Baby's cousin and they have strong brotherly ties..&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice guy actually..&lt;br /&gt;Although he admits he's one who can't commit unlike baby..&lt;br /&gt;But at least his thinking is mature enough..&lt;br /&gt;As compared to baby...&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to compare the two cousins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least i have someone whom i can talk to about baby since they grew up tgt and knew each other inside out..&lt;br /&gt;At least i have someone whom can pass a message through to baby if he simply won't get what i told him into his head...&lt;br /&gt;Someone to "share" my burden...&lt;br /&gt;He assured me that Baby is a good guy...&lt;br /&gt;I know he is...&lt;br /&gt;It's the ladies around that are getting scarier....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep already...&lt;br /&gt;Meeting baby for his doctor appointment tml morning...&lt;br /&gt;My troubles to be set aside for now...&lt;br /&gt;Just hope things wouldn't be that complicated...&lt;br /&gt;Hope she wouldn't hurt him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-5193062152576252352?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5617640229440340546</id><published>2008-09-08T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:40:32.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's at it again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't go home..AGAIN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent the night out with baby's cousin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when she ended on fling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got onto another..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i know this guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's bb's friend maybe i can still take it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his cousin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for goodness sake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bb was furious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dare not even look at him when he vented his anger the wall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt so bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shouldn't have asked her out the night before..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She slept with us at Bb's room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She on the bed and we on the floor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i wasn't working i'd still be alright with them being alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i was working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking no mood to work the whole day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should trust both of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trust Bb more than i trust her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i know her longer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But given her character..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something might or might not have happened between them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told Baby why i was so angry last night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he promised not to offer to put any other girl up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it's my best friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i would not be around with them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She came along again last night with us when Baby and i met up with his cousins again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was SUPPOSED to go home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was too tired to stay on when bb said to go home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I trusted his cousin wouldn't do anything funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i entrusted him with the task to see her home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only to receive a call from Aloy to ask for her number..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when she called and told me she didn't go home again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they are not at his house and isn't too sure where they are either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I nearly fainted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could you PLEASE LOVE URSELF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I din expect you to just sleep with a guy u met only twice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hello..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have a boyfriend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could i ever face him again if he were to find out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he wouldn't find out i'd still have a serious problem trying to face him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the guy u slept with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How am i to face him too.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was all my fault..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't even really face baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shouldn't have asked her out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if i didn't..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These problems wouldn't be there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached home at 1+ in the morning to find dad's room light still on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's lying on the bed and he said he isn't feeling well when i went to him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What kind of a daughter would make her dad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially when age is catching up with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait for her to come home when he's not feeling well and need more rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't take it anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I surpressed myself these 2 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after these things happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My tears just came down without warning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a sinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel usesless....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's said that everyone is alive for a reason..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's mine then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am i even living on this earth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-5617640229440340546?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5617640229440340546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=5617640229440340546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5617640229440340546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5617640229440340546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-at-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-618439644110460711</id><published>2008-09-03T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:50:23.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's out again...Without me..As usual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School's starting tml...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be counting down on the days it finishes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want it to be done fast....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't feel like talking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or typing anymore for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241807434917422018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SL6kFvtBI8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/kHgZgrVu0i0/s400/fingers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-618439644110460711?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/618439644110460711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=618439644110460711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/618439644110460711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/618439644110460711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/hes-out-again.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SL6kFvtBI8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/kHgZgrVu0i0/s72-c/fingers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8335908865970085239</id><published>2008-09-01T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:36:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sooo....TIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work work work work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But good also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better i keep spending..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i'm contradicting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just got my very very pathetic pay of a hundred over dollars..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm online shopping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ordered....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720458871027938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLrHfaYhOOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/NUQOE-CurdA/s400/Cotton+Checks+Shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720461348116962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLrHfjnGmeI/AAAAAAAAAw8/GS_yBq8Zeog/s400/Crochet+%26chiffon+Blouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720468399715394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLrHf94VdEI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ozrVSsxxINk/s400/Hawaii+Floral+Print+Top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And This......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720466839675906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLrHf4EZJAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/dgBmv6ejaso/s400/Tight+sleeve+top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Safer tops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't have him nagging at me again just because he don't like other guys to look at me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not as if your gf is very pretty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a woman after all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got guys look at very normal wad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like my spags can only be worn below those cardigans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh oh oh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720470828091634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLrHgG7TiPI/AAAAAAAAAxU/2PZZZFRW5dY/s400/Versace.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hee hee hee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice fragrance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i no money... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More work tml and tuesday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And school is reopening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There goes my holiday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wed or Thursstart school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday,saturday and sunday working AGAIN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to the promotion going on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could be staying over at Bb's house next weekend since his parents are not at home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And since his house is nearere to Tampines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save my time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work and get to be with my bf still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Else he'd be complaining again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't seen him for nearly one week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss his Italy again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tml...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tampines..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sian sia!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better have sales tml..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$0 on friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$0 today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If $0 again tml..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i gone case..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleeping time!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8335908865970085239?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8335908865970085239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8335908865970085239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8335908865970085239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8335908865970085239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLrHfaYhOOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/NUQOE-CurdA/s72-c/Cotton+Checks+Shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1950229946154863746</id><published>2008-08-27T00:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:09:17.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blardy Hell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stupid woman gave me the red card..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because she assumed i can't be able to brig in sales for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't judge people lidat can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because i'm quiet doesn't mean i can't work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's your loss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall help out my manager to manage the counter stuff instead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earn lesser but i think i'd be happier..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i get at least a day to rest.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Facing my smiley customers is better than facing that old hag..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea...i sound bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No...I AM BAD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm just speaking from my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew there'd be trouble the moment i saw her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for giving Ken the trouble to find another few girls to that picky woman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She changed not just me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But another too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of 4..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sha changed half..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the event is like a few days away??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy woman..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?WHy?WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't remind me of school can....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Results are out and the new Time table is out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ow.....I just HATE school..Duh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing my last 4 modules of my polytechnic life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excluding FYP 2 that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about FYP...I got a C for FYP 1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprisingly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I expected a D can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my GPA....SUPER BUANG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shan't talk about it already....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just be glad that i passed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lean Manufacturing and Six Sigma Class.... E44E...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238869611554357314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLQ0J61JQEI/AAAAAAAAAwU/MyMNqFthufM/s400/Lean+manufacturing+and+Six+Sigma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Supply chain Management Class.....E44E.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238871484124853890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLQ126svdoI/AAAAAAAAAws/l3zQ9ZP_aAY/s400/supply+chain+management.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Retail Logistics Class....E44B...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238870980370975970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLQ1ZmEdTOI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rhIOukFmMG8/s400/retail+logistics.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pharmacuetical and Bio-Chem Supply Chain Class...E44E....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238870645452085010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLQ1GGZklxI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mFnxIi1orEE/s400/pharma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pathetic can....16 people only...Kaox....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I so need to sleep can...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh yeah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've got a blazer for my uniform..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At least i look smarter..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though Baby laughed at me when he saw me wearing it just now on my way home..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But i know..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I looked good in that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BULLSHIT!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nuff said....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-1950229946154863746?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1950229946154863746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1950229946154863746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1950229946154863746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1950229946154863746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blardy-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SLQ0J61JQEI/AAAAAAAAAwU/MyMNqFthufM/s72-c/Lean+manufacturing+and+Six+Sigma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8213110778020230861</id><published>2008-08-24T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:52:22.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't geddit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a person with very little words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what's wrong with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're talkative and u expect me to talk as much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life's boring and i have nothing to talk about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what's wrong with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know u're unhappy but that is a fact..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A character which i can never change...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm sorry for that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preparing myself for one whole shot of 9 days of working..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must push on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8213110778020230861?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8213110778020230861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8213110778020230861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8213110778020230861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8213110778020230861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-geddit.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7639132223126314856</id><published>2008-08-22T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:22:56.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna get new fragrances...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One to be exact..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't have the money to get too many..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am thinking of getting something sweet but not too strong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am currently using Escada's Sunset Heat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it seems like it's finishing real soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how i used it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was late for work today but who cares..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one was there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i doubt anyone woud even realise even if i were to decide not to turn up after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent most of my time doing Sudoku at the counter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More time roaming around Bishan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zz..Boring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought a skirt at G2000 for $25..Usual was $49..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A white one that is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder why they need us to wear white skirt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh...PAP ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am thinking whether to get another one or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den off i went to roam around somemore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went into SASA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried a few perfumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find F for fascinating by Ferragamo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Dream of Pink of Lacoste..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The better smelling ones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't matter how long they've been out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which should i choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suggestions???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needed something that can last longer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But i realise it really depends on individual..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not the brand of the fragrance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which should i get..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall get yuxin to help me check out the prices at DFS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kekeke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off tml and sunday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i've got an intervew at 10 am tml morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder should i go to Baby's house or go home first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's out tonight AGAIN..as usual..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i wonder if he could wake up tml...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don wish to go to his house and face a sleeping buddha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's gonna get his shoes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just spend some time with him before my long work schedule starts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll go "kao beh"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling...I'm just trying to earn a living..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i don't see anything wrong with that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7639132223126314856?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7639132223126314856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7639132223126314856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7639132223126314856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7639132223126314856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wanna-get-new-fragrances.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3502388670267936787</id><published>2008-08-22T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:17:39.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little voice in me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TIRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;GeeZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tot i'd be like rotting fot the whole of my holiday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But looks like i'm wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My whole holiday is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;PACKED&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if i could take it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so sorry to my boy that i have to work and neglect him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i can't help it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't bring myself to turn down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's money ya know!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like something that we all&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i'm kinda scared of living a life full of monetary difficulties...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy...If only you could save?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess if you could i wouldn't be forcing myself to work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get the wrong idea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; supporting my boyfriend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just needed money to pay my brother..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For wht you must be thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to prepare myself if..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day i end up being all lone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not having a man who wants to marry me... (like duh..now what era already...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have my own savings and do what ever i like.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow work at Bishan then 2 days off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before i embark on my sibeh tedious schedule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Non-stop from Monday..(the 25th) all the way till 2nd Sept...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 days right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No big deal right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A person with lots of health problems like me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if i can really take it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm no longer the 16year old who can one shot work all the way without even resting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;YES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm old.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's sad but it's  fact and i accept that fact..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th- Junction 8...Packing up of the counter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26th-Century Square...Travel till my butt open...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27th-Bugis Junction...Go there kill mosquito..If there is..Zz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28th to 31st-COMEX Fair..Suntec City...Wonder if it'd be fun... Duh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!st and 2nd not too sure whre i'm working YET...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably Tampines again...Baahhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd..School Re-opens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIAN AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 more semester to go before i can get out of school completely....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as i hated school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i'd miss schooling life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My schooling life as in the very seng nang life in poly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fun times i had in secondary school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The laughters..The talks...The "Chalet"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hereby pronounce.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know..i sound fake..And i'm talking to myself again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baaaaaahhhhh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3502388670267936787?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3502388670267936787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3502388670267936787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3502388670267936787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3502388670267936787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-voice-in-me.html' title='The little voice in me...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6660812741926029592</id><published>2008-08-19T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:27:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am soooooo tired....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to think that maybe i could get use to living all alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i guess i was wrong about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These few days my parents are not round..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when i step into the dark and empty house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have this very lonely feeling inside me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i was wrong about having that thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It should be time to re-think.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lovelorn...Thanks for being my listening "ear" when i have these whole chunk of problems stuck to my brains and i can't tell anyone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;As for her...I guess we are all at our wits end..Even she is having problems trying to reach a decision.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's understandable since we've somehow been through almost the same things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But the main problem is...Making choices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She doesn't know how to make a choice and doesn't want to force herself to make a decision..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She doesn't think she is selfish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;To her...She needs a companion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;He's been out of the country for the past few months and that was why she found herself these life buoys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But from what we see....She isn't just treating this guy as a life buoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She fell for him already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And she's stuck in between..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;One is a guy whom she thinks she can live together for the rest of her life even though their feelings have faded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Another is a guy whom she sees their future as blurry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;That's the reason why she can't make a choice..And she did mention to me that both of the guys dotes on her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I guess there's nothing we can do now...The rest is all up to her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I just hope she'd get out of this thing soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And as for my marriage to what you called my-sai-nai-cute-bf....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;STILL A LONG WAY TO GO LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There's no way i'm going to wear that wedding gown unless that boy's thinking gets matured nd he had enough of fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Running around every weekend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Staying home while he have fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Shan't force things la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;We'll see how everything goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Who knows.. Maybe not us...But you be the one to wear tht gown first...Hee hee hee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work work work these few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grr..Tiring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Commission soooo pathetic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Haix...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He should be comng over for dinner tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he could book out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not...I'd be all alone again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)   Ciaoz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6660812741926029592?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6660812741926029592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6660812741926029592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6660812741926029592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6660812741926029592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day..'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-631179828902240203</id><published>2008-08-17T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:34:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supposedly a girl's night out after slightly more thn 2 months on Friday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby was SUPPOSED to be at MOS and i at Phuture..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And SUPPOSSEDLY we should be having our own fun with our own friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Raine...She said she wanted to go Phuture to find Jason..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was what Baby told me anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my lesbian night is gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought i'd meet baby when it's time to go home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His home that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ended up the whole night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm stuck at a corner with him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna grind people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls to be exact..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don feel good grinding guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me a wierdo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's what i am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't really enjoyed myself since i got into this relationship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm not trying to grumble here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night is gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a little fun maiking fun of Raine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think i couldn't make myself open up since i'm such a lousy dancer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed "messing" around with the girls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good and Bad for the night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I paid only $5..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My gf paid for the rest..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fine...I paid just to get in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my baby was there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots of hugs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lots of tongue fighting to tease Raine...hee hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't really have fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The music sucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went off around 2am (Ya i know it's damn early...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to his house for my sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever happens behind close doors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hee hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask me if u wanna know..   :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Tampines Mall with his family the next day for grocery..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went back to his house, waited for his auntie to come..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out for dinner at Vivo..The Imperial..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes...I zhuan dao again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bill came up to about $400+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when i heard his dad say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes widened till it nearly dropped..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And his dad saw it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry ah uncle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I not trying to be so kua zhang la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm brought up eating zi char with bills coming at most to about less than $100?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with my whole family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IE..My bro and their wives..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 people less than $100..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 people $400+ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the diff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rich oso cannot lidat hua qian ma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as i know they are willing to pay more to get good food..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw abalone and sharks fin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i didn't order that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i asked for was some kind of soup with cooling effects..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm stupid..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have asked for sharks fin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind drinking canned sharks fin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't even order sharks fin when i'm with my own faily..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, why would i order that when i'm with my boy's family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously don't want people to think that i'm with this guy cause his family is rich...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know his dad is rich has nothing to do with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's pretty broke actually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a spoilt brat which i am half happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason why i am not happy is he's more than willing to spend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though he's salary is only $500 a month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he would end up not having enough money to last for the rest of the month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went back home after dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole house is empty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lao peh bu will only come back on Wednesday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And baby is booking in tonight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he's like still sleeping at home at this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's for reaching home only around 5am in the morning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work tml and tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And possibly 8 days without having anything to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28th to 31st Comex Fair..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Daniel for that lobang.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And school's starting again on the 3rd of September.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIAN AH!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last semester before i can graduate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lun..i lun..i lun lun lun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope time pasts fast fast...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faster graduate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faster find job..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-631179828902240203?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/631179828902240203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=631179828902240203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/631179828902240203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/631179828902240203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/twisted.html' title='Twisted...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7745088162689609122</id><published>2008-08-15T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:31:16.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>伍家辉 - 虽然我愿意</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;伍家辉 - 虽然我愿意&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;请让我靠近你轻轻对你说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;别让我每个夜为你受折磨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是多么不容易才默默放手&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;为了我就当作这次为了我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;别让我因为你被回忆折磨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;而空气凝结了我们的脸孔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我别无选择&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就算我们之间有什么问题&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;依然想念着你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;虽然被放弃&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;虽然我愿意&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就算我们之间有什么难题&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;黑夜我还想着你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;心碎人孤寂&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;虽然我愿意&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;再让我靠近你轻轻对你说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;当我说我要你从此好好过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;是真的否则我怎么肯放手&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;为了我就当作这次为了我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;赐给我你现在幸福的笑容&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;别让恨冻结了我们的脸孔&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;请你做选择&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就算我们之间有什么问题&lt;br /&gt;依然想念着你&lt;br /&gt;虽然被放弃&lt;br /&gt;虽然我愿意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算我们之间有什么难题&lt;br /&gt;黑夜我还想着你&lt;br /&gt;心碎人孤寂&lt;br /&gt;虽然我愿意(心还想着你)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7745088162689609122?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7745088162689609122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7745088162689609122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7745088162689609122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7745088162689609122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='伍家辉 - 虽然我愿意'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5720786861629951473</id><published>2008-08-14T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:04:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so so so in need of a job....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sian ah!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zo lang pai mia ah.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*It's hard being a human...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo gang zo sian..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (*No job sian..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bo gang lui nia ko ka sian...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*No salary to get more sian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pardon me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not trying to be like some woman complining at the coffee shop using hokkien..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But really sibeh the sian..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confirmed with Janice that the counters are closing down this 20th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And YET..She never inform us..AT ALL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till i sked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm supporting myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Howthe fuck can some company be so selfish and plan to tell the employees that we are given the sack so last minute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kana sai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm haveing my holidays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brrrrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought i could at least go JTC work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least i still have income..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kana sai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End up too late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she still dare to bring it up tt they need temp staff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the help ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time check properly den say can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wad am i to do this holiday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fucking need money can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I go collect cardboard la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kns...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going Phuture again tml with the same bunch of people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes...It's boring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby going MOS and i going Phuture..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time we have our own entertainment for the night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope he'll just trust me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole world knows i won't be an unfaithful partner can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no worries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No other guy can try to fuck me except u..Baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oops...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting vulgar again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at least i dare say i don't sleep around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don care so much la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just try to enjoy my night tml and not think of anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-5720786861629951473?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5720786861629951473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=5720786861629951473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5720786861629951473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5720786861629951473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-so-so-in-need-of-job.html' title='I&apos;m so so so in need of a job....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3950019094054586571</id><published>2008-08-13T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:51:04.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabber blabber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as i expected...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's out again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Called me before he went out to ask for permission to ride his bike...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Permission granted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But am not allowed to speed nor drink too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only one drink allowed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disappointed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dared to tell me that he and his friend rode at 160..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said a car was near..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine...not his fault..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope he would keep to his promise to drink only 1..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAIX....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tml going to the hospital alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expected..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder if i want to go to his house after that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sian ah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parents going to Malaysia this weekend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday my bro coming over to fetch them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming back only next Wednesday or Thursday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason i didn't go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sis-in-law's mother is going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i don't like it....Haiz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3950019094054586571?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3950019094054586571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3950019094054586571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3950019094054586571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3950019094054586571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blabber-blabber.html' title='Blabber blabber...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1703867360064537937</id><published>2008-08-13T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:11:20.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 3 weeks holiday have officially started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i suppose to celebrate or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is like the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be having as a student....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that isn't a bad thing though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worse thing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; losing my job...soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since i heard the Sugar Baby counter at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bishan&lt;/span&gt; is closing down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And possibly even the counter at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; is also closing down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expected though since the sales sucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard Bio-essence is taking over the area on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My manager never even breath a word about it to us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She could have left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; for the counters from the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; empty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she still planned..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And worse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got like 3 days at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bishan&lt;/span&gt; and that would mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be losing.. $156 nett...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Completed the cross stitch meant for my baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't laugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may appear rough but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still a girl after all.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The problems that have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;arised&lt;/span&gt; before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall forget about them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i hope i could..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life has to carry on isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just leave it to fate then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's meant to be,will be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just do what i should and can do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not do anything against my own conscience and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; be good enough for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If fate wants to make a fool out of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then so be it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end product....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233924893171374338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SKKi9baN2QI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fzbcGaXHEK8/s400/cross+stitch" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not very nice la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But at least i can do it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm done with it and the whether he wants to throw it one side or hang it, it's up to him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just hope this piece wouldn't end up in the dust bin or worse..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In some other girl's house...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The supposed promise.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233926310935437634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SKKkP8_goUI/AAAAAAAAAwE/d2ksv03z-E4/s400/ring" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Promises are meant to be broken..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aren't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; meeting him today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;boooking&lt;/span&gt; out tonight and applied leave for Thursday and Friday..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wonder if he'd be going out again tonight...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wonder if he'd get drunk again..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wonder if he'd be accompanying me on Thursday to the hospital..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-1703867360064537937?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1703867360064537937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1703867360064537937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1703867360064537937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1703867360064537937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/holiday.html' title='Holiday~~~'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SKKi9baN2QI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fzbcGaXHEK8/s72-c/cross+stitch' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5428924949683556657</id><published>2008-08-08T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:02:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsecured...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as i try to go to sleep now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I simply can't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fucking unsecure and i hate this stupid feeling i'm having now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I doesn't help that i don't think he even realises how insecure his gf is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how crazy his gf actually is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think he'd freak out when he realises..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm eccentric..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How crazy can my thinking go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as i know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind is full of nothing but rubbish....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had been crapping the whole nite with Mr J...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another Mr J...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not my boy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As my boy is sleeping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously felt like a bithch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although i meant to be only joking around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Mr J doesn't mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...Ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When was the last time i laughed so wildly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he and i were watching KungFu Panda alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tht was before we got together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to be happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it tht hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i ever wanted was a guy i could totally trust and rely on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt i'd be able to sleep well tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Might as well then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall continue watching my Californication...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erase him off my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least for the next few hours till i feel sleepy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Unsecured...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1234296539623714440</id><published>2008-08-06T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:01:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP..GONE~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a goner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My FYP was like SHIT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never really say much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thnks to someone who keep snatching words to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Edwin for trying to find chances for me to speak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still too slow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have that dickless fucker got any brains or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't he realise that he isn't being fair to the rest of us for keep snatching the words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even his best friend was pissed off with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't he even relise that one bad comment about one member could pull the whole grade down???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking Pissed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up wih Yuxin for dinner last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate PastaMania and walked around and chatted abit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When was the last time we actually sat down for a chat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really miss the days when we are still in secondary school and we can sit around and make fun of each other and talk like thre's no tomorrow with the rest of the girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we have to move on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huiwen is going on with the uniform fitting and management round for silkair crew..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope she gets through..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully even though she has asthma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pay is really very..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attractive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Yx sid i'm really not suitable for the job..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What she said is quite true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There goes another choice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Phuture with Him and the girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent th whole night with him actually more than the girls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw his friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One freaking drunk the other fucking high...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy vomited like shit and the girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking nonsense....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed over at his house that night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what we did in his room are not important... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up the next day around 12+ to go for our lunch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then movie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money no enough 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goldclass at Vivo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freaking ex...$30 per person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And his parents like paid for 5?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thaat means $150...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a movie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is tht what the rich always do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had dinner at Ah Yat Seafood restaurant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bill... $400+...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KAO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can i say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His dad spent money like water..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the mount spent on that day alone is wht i can earn a month after slogging and sacrificing my weekends for work....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only i can have that kind of money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting him at his place at 6 for dinner tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall catch some nap before leving for his house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciaoz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*i don wann be emo anymore..i wan to get out of the shell...move on w/o him if necessary... i need an excuse to get out...i need a breather..i just wan to be happy..is it that hard?&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/7902737-1234296539623714440?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1234296539623714440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1234296539623714440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1234296539623714440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1234296539623714440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/fypgone.html' title='FYP..GONE~~~'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5598900771462716816</id><published>2008-08-04T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:51:34.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a nut case...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going crazy again anytime soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind is like running wild again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't get it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he really that attractive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do i always hear that this girl likes him and that girl likes him too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes..yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm behaving like a vinegar vat again now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But can't blame me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasn't even attracted to him the first time i saw him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even really fall for him when we started..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feelings were developed gradually after being together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though not very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope he doesn't get eaten up the coming friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With 2,3 girls who like him around him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't let my heart stay calm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They r cute..they are pretty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then why choose the freaking-average looking me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because i'm the odd one out among all ur girl-friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;r u hinting that i should go for plastic surgery then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grrrr.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-5598900771462716816?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5598900771462716816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=5598900771462716816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5598900771462716816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5598900771462716816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-nut-case.html' title='I&apos;m a nut case...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2265716179763369691</id><published>2008-08-01T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:45:13.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PMS-ING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I broke down again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hadn't want to let it flow till darling gave me a hug..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i cannot hold back anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted to let everything out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i didn't cry like someone died though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broke down very silently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks darling for being there when i needed someone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy's coming over for dinner tml since my niece and nephew are staying over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the sake of my niece he's coming to my house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do u like me or my niece?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or are u thinking of having your own kid so much that u laid ur eyes on my sweetie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy's mum booked to watch Money no Enough 2 on Sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With her and Jolene and the 2 of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The good...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free movie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gooseberries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and my freaking bad mood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should be round 3+ on sunday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got like most of my Sunday's not occupied this August...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should i just put the rest of the sundys back to work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously need money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't paid bck my bro..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with a boyfriend who sees money like water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more i should work hrder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To save money for myself without him knowing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tired to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But failed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't bear to see him go hungry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too soft hearted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should really hardened abit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls should have their own private savings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys nowadays may not even earn enough to support themselves so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not trying to say all guys are like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's the real life situation now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better to be safe than sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am stitching something for him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But depending on my mood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might or might not give it to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He know's about this thing but i wouldn't show him the picture..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depending on how he fares..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make me angry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Snip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There goes my hardwork and into the rubish bin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am that guai lan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's like my nickname already since young....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haven't eaten anything since i left school after presenting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never even stay for UT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stomach is growling but i simply don't feel like eating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE PMS-ING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2265716179763369691?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2265716179763369691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2265716179763369691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2265716179763369691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2265716179763369691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-pms-ing.html' title='I HATE PMS-ING!!!'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2676037871725494145</id><published>2008-08-01T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:14:23.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am PMS-ing all alone at the pantry now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel that the class is too noisy and needed a quieter space...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am so vexed and seriously need some accompany at this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He agreed to pick me up after school but now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not trying to show attitude but i really have no mood to even type in "haha" into the msgs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But shouldn't u even understand how much i needed someone by my side now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wun grumble if i'm single now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'm like attached and my bf is free..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For his sake i left out 2 of my working days to be with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hardly ever only this once...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm running off right after presentation and not even staying for my UT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had wanted to watch movie later but i said i had stomach cramps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All u said was then u just go home after this and i can go home too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello...i like can only meet u like how many times a week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And won't u even spend some time trying to coax ur pms-ing gf to mke her feel better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i ever need is  hug and a few comforting words and that's all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't tell me u can't do it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or can't even think of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tml my work ends at 6..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tot i could have u for the rest of the night and sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only to have u telling me that u r going out after that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends jio u, u MUST go out meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because they never pang seh u before doesn't mean u have to oblige to them every time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never stopped u from going out with your friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don even mind u going clubbing with them without me with all the temptations around u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But EVERY WEEK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is like driving me nuts....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want a very simple relationship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dig out my time for u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y can't u do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling freakng down now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wann go home and sleep till there's no tomorrow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2676037871725494145?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2676037871725494145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2676037871725494145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2676037871725494145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2676037871725494145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-pms-ing-all-alone-at-pantry-now.html' title=''/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8484183929779139987</id><published>2008-07-31T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:48:27.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-M-O-T-I-O-N-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bb's out again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With KW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's her birthday and i simply refuse to join in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got school tml and i've got UT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Bullshit* whoever reading must be thinking "i got so guai meh"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i REALLY am that guai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tml Cold Chain predicted already D+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pon somemore.Wa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don wan to risk repeating another year in school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for one module..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bb told me she tried to into a gal to him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And is obviously up to no good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls are getting scarier these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll never know what is up in their minds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no i'm not one of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm like half a year short to be considered a woman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And adult to be exact..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder how much temptations can my baby boy resist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder what time will he be home again tonight.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time i cried on the spot last nite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With him on the other side of the phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a shock didn't u boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't realise i will actually cry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't realise i actually feel very bad about myself deep in my heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The butt of the problem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My darling girl had a tiff with a boyfriend and all she wanted was a chat with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i not even knowing he has a fever told him to go to bed..(because he said he's tired...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till his message came and told me to have a happy talking with my darlingand just to tell me he has a high fever and i don nid to reply..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is my fault not to know he has fever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how the hell do u tell if a person has fever when i can't even see that person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's not that i don care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he called but i didn't answer...called him back and we had nothing to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a very bad expresser and i don't normally talk much (other than talking rubbish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And u as my bf don even know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The silence with a few little tiffs...broke when i said we talk tml and i gg to bed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sent him a msg saying good nite rest well without any emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only to have his reply...i think i will rest well..i took 5 panadol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can anyone react normally when they see such a msg from ur other half?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i broke down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Replied him that if that's his way of getting back at me for not showing concern and not being a good gf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he succeeded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Called me only to find me crying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked it out and evrything's back to normal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fucking need my pay can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit no money again....Grrr......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8484183929779139987?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8484183929779139987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8484183929779139987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8484183929779139987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8484183929779139987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-m-o-t-i-o-n-s.html' title='E-M-O-T-I-O-N-S'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3455253771659618576</id><published>2008-07-30T01:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:10:10.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brr....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No longer have to go to LTH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woohoo~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least till the new semester starts.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Updated my Facebook account just now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Changed my status and added Bb's name..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until this thing popped up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228497802016068306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SI9bDJYUEtI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ZnL1ytKkXxM/s400/facebook.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to wait for confirmation for my relationship status?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very funy huh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was laughing like mad when i saw this screen pop out..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I seriously think we need to get on with my FYP Poster....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NOTHING IS DONE YET&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SHIT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the presentation is on 6th August which is like 2 weeks later?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DOUBLE SHIT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*Condolences to YP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sorry that she lost her dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And she has to support her sister alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I hope she can get over this period..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3455253771659618576?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3455253771659618576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3455253771659618576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3455253771659618576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3455253771659618576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah.html' title='Brr....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SI9bDJYUEtI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ZnL1ytKkXxM/s72-c/facebook.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6078987108324327681</id><published>2008-07-26T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:07:55.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am like so so so tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or rather restless these few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm like down with flu AND cough..AGAIN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like just recovered can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bb went off to club with his friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes..Without me again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really freaking poor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And damn no mood to club already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could it be the younger hormones in me had died out already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or izit the people that i have to go with that the problem lies in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His friend is funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing him to get into Real Estate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds wierd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But beats having him to get involve in illegal stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should be happy... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is if he decides to actually do things the proper way and move away from the dark side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My usual naggings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or rather warnings that i'd leave him without saying anything if he goes back to his ah beng ways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully that'd be gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told him i'm dead serious about this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully he understands..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being an ah beng with 20 over kids" as they call them sounds like a big deal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i told him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U join them and have 20 kids below u and u'll lose ur gf at the same time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Izit worth it? U gauge it yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If he were to go bck to those ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll know how much i actually mean to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If that happens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd probably become more bitchy den ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully his friend would lead him to a good way where he could shine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or he might not walk this path for long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at least it gives him more exposure and experience and more $$..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Him earning $$ is so much better than him spending $$..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully my boy would grow up more with this experience.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bed Bed time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tml i've still got work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tt's after i finish my FYP report..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zzzz....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciaoz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6078987108324327681?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6078987108324327681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6078987108324327681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6078987108324327681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6078987108324327681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/low.html' title='Low...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-6708381292052995239</id><published>2008-07-21T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:30:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks fin...i like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just came back from Bb's house after dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had steamboat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The soup was super sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And super not cheap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though they had the steamboat at home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had these HUGE prawns..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which were totally impossible to fit into my mouth in a whole..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the soup..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ikan billis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With SHARKS FIN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woots...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buay pai sia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I zhuan dao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But feel guilty at the same time since my parents only had a few dumplings while i enjoyed my dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had his mum to drive me home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel so bad can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That goondo boy of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and his mum tot he knew the way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ended up making one big detour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went through CTE to the CIty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den from there go CTE den exit bradell again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kana sai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One big round can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His ex gf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or rather his sister..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss SM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kena bastard by her fiance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He left her for his ex gf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a bastard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could be my wild thoughts running again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could this next happen to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as i try to trust him more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no one knows what would happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't even blame them now if they still have feelings for each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matters of the heart = complicated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other girl friends of him i'd still trust..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel wierd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh dear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting paranoid again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just hope she could get hold of herself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope she wouldn't kill herself because of a bastard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is seriously not worth at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-6708381292052995239?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6708381292052995239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=6708381292052995239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6708381292052995239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/6708381292052995239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/sharks-fini-like.html' title='Sharks fin...i like...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4752219452385869796</id><published>2008-07-17T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:12:37.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Angelynn.....</title><content type='html'>I'd better get on with this before Angel starts giving me the ":(" face too much...&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes......&lt;br /&gt;A. List seven quirks/habits/facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;B. Tag seven people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;C. Do not tag the person that tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fact - I love to hug my bolster to sleep more than hugging my boy boy...(Y? Cox my bolster doesn't on v-tec like what he does..Oops...)&lt;br /&gt;2. Fact - I'm atticted to my boy boy's perfume... (er...i just realised it.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;3. Habit - I like to laze on the bed for a very long time after i wake up...&lt;br /&gt;4. Habit - I'd keep muching on tidbits while watchng TV..&lt;br /&gt;5. Fact - I hate school...(who does anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Fact - I love to blast music and sway to the beats.but i can't dance..(contradicting huh..)&lt;br /&gt;7. Habit - Use my concealer before leaving the house...( no choice la..my stupid pimples are too visible...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i'm gonna tag.....&lt;br /&gt;Yin Min..&lt;br /&gt;Sebas&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Hui&lt;br /&gt;Winnie&lt;br /&gt;Qiaoying&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gonna go to bed..&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school again today....&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Boy coming over for diner tml..&lt;br /&gt;After his doc appt and taking his bath.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up from school...&lt;br /&gt;And my little monsters are coming over.. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for making my sweetie wait for 2 days and i have no time to accompany her..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sweetie....i promise i'll be there to play with u tml...&lt;br /&gt;Hurts me to see her cry..&lt;br /&gt;I see her as if my own daughter..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I dono why&lt;br /&gt;and no..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not wanting to be a mother so eagerly..&lt;br /&gt;At least not as eager as boy who wants to be a dad so soon..&lt;br /&gt;Wait 4 more years la huh boy..&lt;br /&gt;Ciao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-4752219452385869796?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4752219452385869796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=4752219452385869796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4752219452385869796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4752219452385869796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-angelynn.html' title='To Angelynn.....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-9207971155057166584</id><published>2008-07-13T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:22:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been like staying out late these few days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freaking tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freaking poor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freaking tak boleh tahan.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to MOS yesterday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BORING..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den headed to NANA to find his cousin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sawadeekup..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very thailand can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.08.08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st month...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Ps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made a pair of couple ring from couple lab...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den dinner at Ichiban..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den watched Zohan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frekaing funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Den went down to boat quay to find his friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or rather his girl-friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing special and i kind of expected it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-9207971155057166584?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/9207971155057166584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=9207971155057166584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/9207971155057166584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/9207971155057166584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4772894423311189023</id><published>2008-07-09T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:56:37.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hours 5 minutes to 1.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't been listening to chinese songs for some time already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very randomly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started listening to the older songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song by song i scroll down and listen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking at the lyrics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humming the tunes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find myself recollecting the past....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My failed relationship experiences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The happy times and the sad times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very first time i broke down in front of everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very first time i fell for someone so deeply..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So deep that it still hurts somewhere inside me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to the song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I broke down again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jay...回到过去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David Tao...普通朋友&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess i'm pretty prone to break downs recently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To most people i should be happily celebrating my first month tml..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes..Only first month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though it seems like it'd been years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i've been hurt too many times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many times that i find myself no longer able to trust someone as much as i use to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm paranoid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretty sure about that now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Definition of paranoid: Exhibiting or characterized by extreme and irrational fear or distrust of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In some other words, i'm just crazy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm no superglue and i'm not the typical possessive type of gf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't assume that i'd get angry over the slightest matter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i do at times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they all come to the same thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind u clubbing or pubbing without me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like what u do mind...though u said u're okay with it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can no longer totally trust some one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's a fact i find it very hard to change as much as i wish to get rid of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that amount of trust placed on you wouldn't be betrayed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like what some others did..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess i'd really let go if such thing were to happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not trying to be emo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just don't know what's got into me recently..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess u might have told some others about us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's why i heard u say something about everyone thinks i'm wierd these days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not being just being wierd these days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have ALWAYS been a wierdo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as i hate to be labeled as one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I accepted it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am what i am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully nothing goes wrong tml...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 hours 5 minutes to 1 month.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-4772894423311189023?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4772894423311189023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=4772894423311189023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4772894423311189023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4772894423311189023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-hours-5-minutes-to-1.html' title='2 hours 5 minutes to 1.....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-5758403295196126910</id><published>2008-07-09T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:42:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes...Again...How true can they be....</title><content type='html'>SCORPIO - THE VIRGIN (10/23-11/21) Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Best kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS - THE BAD BOY OR GIRL (4/20-5/20) Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous. Great at telling Stories. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI--HARD TO LOVE (5/21-6/21) Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent kisser. EXTREMELY adorable. Good personalities. Loves relationships. Addictive. Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER - HARD TO CATCH THEIR HEART (6/22-7/22) Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind. Loves being In long- term relationships, if you can actually get them to stick around. Extremely energetic. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Normally not a Fighter, but will if neccessary. Someone loves them right now, they jut dont know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - THE PIMP (9/23-10/22) Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor. Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES - THE SEX ADDICT (2/19-3/20) EXTREMELY adorable. Intelligent. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Energetic. Predict future. BEST kisser. Always get what they want. Very Attractive. Easy going. RARE Find. GOOD when found. Loves being in long relationship. Talkative. Romantic. Caring. NOT one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO - THE SEX MANIAC (7/23-8/22) Very talkative. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, Fun and SEXY. Have own unique appeal. Irresistible. Most caring person you'll ever meet! however not the kind of person you wanna mess with...they will kick your ass... u might end up crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES - THE PLAYER (3/21-4/19) Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good in bed... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGO - THE BEST SEXUAL PARTNER (8/23-9/22) Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. EXTREMELY SEXY. Predict future. Loves being in long relationships. Has lots of friends. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Also not a fighter, but if they have to, they will also knock the lights out of you if it comes down to it.Cool. Loves to own Geminis' in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN - THE SEXY ONE (12/22-1/19) Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always Wants the last word.Rare to find. Caring. Smart. Sweet. Loud. Loyal. Beautiful. Goofy. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please.Loves to smile.Beautiful laugh.Patient.Amazing in the you know where..!!! Bit of naughty.The one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me......AQUARIUS - THE ONE U CAN'T TOUCH (1/20-2/18) Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to Have fun. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Attractive. Loud. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a great talker.....Neither attractive nor passionate....Laid back is pretty true...Am i great kisser???Very unpredictable....Duh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those stupid chin letters where they sy u'd have how many years of bad luck when not reposted......Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am like slacking at LTH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us playing Beat Bubbles trying to break the record at level 19...And i kena gme over at level 16.... Pretty cute game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flash.ijji.com/game.nhn?id=fspmusic"&gt;http://flash.ijji.com/game.nhn?id=fspmusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220885268037367234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHRPfWZv9cI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PSPc4858Eqg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-5758403295196126910?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5758403295196126910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=5758403295196126910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5758403295196126910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/5758403295196126910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/horoscopesagainhow-true-can-they-be.html' title='Horoscopes...Again...How true can they be....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHRPfWZv9cI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PSPc4858Eqg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7319897684263308370</id><published>2008-07-09T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:38:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ah min!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday to my dear lover~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZHANG YIN MIN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope she had a happy birthday today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though it's not some kind of a celebration..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A simple affair between her, me and ah tong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At PartyWorld...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My as usual K-ing khakis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHOUkhizftI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/mQiFnFOBGrI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220679748253089490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHOUkhizftI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/mQiFnFOBGrI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHOUk1uRAaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/lVkDkHFxQkA/s1600-h/ahmin+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220679753669869986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHOUk1uRAaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/lVkDkHFxQkA/s400/ahmin+n+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHOUlNiNUhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/j88xxkx9l-g/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220679760061747730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHOUlNiNUhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/j88xxkx9l-g/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home by bus and changed to mrt home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way while walking home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 very KAM GONG...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i mean VERY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IDIOTS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cycling on the pavement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"SPEEDING"somemore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't see them since they came from the corner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first one not so bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still can stop in time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the 2nd one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kana sai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never see your friend got stop izit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ride so fast somemore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i kena hit at the stomach..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heng i no baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got baby sure miscarriage..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's not the main thng..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The main thing i walk faster than the 2 auntie and uncle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine one or both of them kena hit how..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These 2 brainless idiots..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pavement for what de?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking de right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell are their bikes doing at the PAVEMENT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heng my mood not bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not my vulgarities sure all come out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVE TO WORK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so so so broke....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I haven't changed a single bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;U don't know me long enough to realise the other side of me which you are seeing now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just my fault to not explain things and expect you to understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But it's simply just the typical me to handle things this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm alright with you having good gal pals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or even meeting your past memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But purposely meeting up for dinner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and only the 3 of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope u'd understand how i feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not trying to be stubborn but the feeling was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope u'd enjoy the night with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;without me and him by ur sides..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As much as i don't feel secured..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the only way i could handle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry for not wanting to spell out things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which i feel is totally unnecessry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is just me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Take it or leave it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you're leaving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do it fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want no regrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The fear within me hasn't subsided..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In fact it's still growing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes it's not about just one party doing the saying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Once the other made some actions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some promises made could then be broken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no such thing as irreconcilable love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anything can happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't wish for that to not happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's nothing i could do to stop it if it really happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just hope for the best outcome..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whatever it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd accept it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just hope heaven wouldn't make a fool out of me again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7319897684263308370?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7319897684263308370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7319897684263308370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7319897684263308370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7319897684263308370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-ah-min.html' title='Happy Birthday Ah min!!!'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SHOUkhizftI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/mQiFnFOBGrI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3790012546930094947</id><published>2008-07-07T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:39:15.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling so fucked up now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am having a freaking gastric pain with no one by my side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy had already left my home to go bck to camp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess he should be snoring already by now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot call him since he's in camp and confirm wouldn't be able to come out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parents not at home either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate this feeling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can i just vomit everything out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah min's birthday tml..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting her and ah tong go sing K after school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope she'd have a heppy 20th birthday~ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heck care my gastric now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully i cld get some sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'd be a long day tml.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CIAOZ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3790012546930094947?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3790012546930094947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3790012546930094947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3790012546930094947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3790012546930094947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/duh.html' title='Duh...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8172307529978351277</id><published>2008-07-07T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:49:02.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason i dono why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just feel like crying last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went into the room around 8+ with the lights closed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Armed with my phone and ear piece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blast my music and the tears keep flowing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe too many things have been cramped up in my heart and am just trying to find a way to release them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told him and he's like what the fuck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying why i didn't tell him last night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need my space....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-8172307529978351277?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8172307529978351277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8172307529978351277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8172307529978351277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8172307529978351277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-7844579128533270807</id><published>2008-07-03T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:38:46.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="My personality type: the dreamy idealist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!" href="http://www.ipersonic.com/type/DI.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="My personality type: the dreamy idealist" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk161/ipersonic/DI.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honourable principles for which they are willing to sacrifice a great deal. Joan of Arc or Sir Galahad would have been good examples of this personality type. Dreamy Idealists are always at great pains to improve the world. They can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them. They are interested in their fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. Once their enthusiasm for an issue or person is aroused, they can become tireless fighters.For Dreamy Idealists, practical things are not really so important. They only busy themselves with mundane everyday demands when absolutely necessary. They tend to live according to the motto “the genius controls the chaos” - which is normally the case so that they often have a very successful academic career. They are less interested in details; they prefer to look at something as a whole. This means that they still have a good overview even when things start to become hectic. However, as a result, it can occasionally happen that Dreamy Idealists overlook something important. As they are very peace-loving, they tend not to openly show their dissatisfaction or annoyance but to bottle it up. Assertiveness is not one of their strong points; they hate conflicts and competition. Dreamy Idealists prefer to motivate others with their amicable and enthusiastic nature. Whoever has them as superior will never have to complain about not being given enough praise.As at work, Dreamy Idealists are helpful and loyal friends and partners, persons of integrity. Obligations are absolutely sacred to them. The feelings of others are important to them and they love making other people happy. They are satisfied with just a small circle of friends; their need for social contact is not very marked as they also need a lot of time to themselves. Superfluous small talk is not their thing. If one wishes to be friends with them or have a relationship with them, one would have to share their world of thought and be willing to participate in profound discussions. If you manage that you will be rewarded with an exceptionally intensive, rich partnership. Due to their high demands on themselves and others, this personality type tends however to sometimes overload the relationship with romantic and idealistic ideas to such an extent that the partner feels overtaxed or inferior. Dreamy Idealists do not fall in love head over heels but when they do fall in love they want this to be a great, eternal love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adjectives which describe your type:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;introverted, theoretical, emotional, spontaneous, idealistic, dreamy, effusive, pleasant, reserved, friendly, passionate, loyal, perfectionist, helpful, creative, composed, curious, obstinate, with integrity, willing to make sacrifices, romantic, cautious, shy, peace-loving, vulnerable, sensitive, communicative, imaginative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These subjects could interest you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;literature, philosophy, psychology, music, art (museums), writing, drawing/painting, astrology, spiritual things, meditation, handicrafts, writing, voluntary work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my god...Am i that boring???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-7844579128533270807?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7844579128533270807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=7844579128533270807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7844579128533270807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/7844579128533270807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-2034999627476488717</id><published>2008-07-03T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:06:53.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything's alright now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emo-ed on wednesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not wanting to tell him what exctly happended to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just needed some time alone without anyone by my side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that there's no one to be with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just that i wanted to be left alone that's all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked all the way from Ang Mo Kio back home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took like 45 mins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people might think i'm crazy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why would some one want to walk for 45 mins when the bus from AMK to home takes only 15?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm crazy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wasn't in the right mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad was at home and i needed a place to calm myself down and kinda sort out my thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i never did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mind was blank in that 45 mins till my boy called..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made him worried..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made him frustrated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But everything's okay now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been only together for less than a month but it seems like we've been together for more than a year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad asked me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you getting serious with that boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My answer to him..."Hee hee"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A smile and nothing else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My answer to myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still too early to say anything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He might just decide i'm not the one he wants to be with afterall and leave me for another..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i won't be surprised..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sound as if i'm suffering from paranoia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm wondering too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i paranoid or did i just decide to give up on life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not by committing suicide of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But looked at the other side of life..negatively...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like i always did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as i try to change...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remain the same..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tong told me the other day that some things happened to Yoke Pian....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a turning point for her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One action might just change her whole fate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her mum passed away a couple of years ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaving behind her sister and also her dad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently for some reason..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her dad landed in hospitl and is in a coma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And her sis came out of hospital recently too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She might have to stop school to support the family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder how could heaven be so cruel to her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i wonder what could i do to help her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stopping school for her is really a waste since she's graduating in just another few months..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if she continued, where will she find money to pay for her fees..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what'd happen to her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope her dad pulls through and everything would turn out fine for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As compared to her..i like so much luckier with my whole family with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad passed me 2 books...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 COOK books to be specific...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why'd he buy that for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wanted me to learn to cook t least some simple dishes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He doesn't want others to say that how can i not know how to cook when both my parents and my brother can cook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The APPARENT reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's afraid i can't even cook a decent meal for my future family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course i can'tlet him know that i did cook once when my boy stayed over when they weren't around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple porridge with chicken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes...i CAN cook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least it's edible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hee hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 days to first month.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-2034999627476488717?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2034999627476488717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=2034999627476488717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2034999627476488717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/2034999627476488717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-july-2008.html' title='3rd July 2008'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-8590851573514099584</id><published>2008-06-30T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:35:05.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all my fault....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sometimes wonder am i suitable to get into a relationship....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a bad girlfriend and i know it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i simply don't know how to change for the better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i should consider just staying single for the rest of my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not even 1 month yet and i realise we can hang on to the phone not saying one word...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got bad feelings now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really don't want to PMS and he has to bear with it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know he's unhappy and yet i could do nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He insisted in accompanying me on the phone everyday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if he's tired or not feeling well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if it's because we've just started not long ago or he's still young...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe it's my problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe he's been too nice and i'm unappreciative...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i might have preferred my freedom more than a company...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wonder if i could bear to let him go at this point of time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't wish to hurt him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i shouldn't have even agreed in the first place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all my fault.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217682550566862898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SGjuoqFKwDI/AAAAAAAAAvI/kz4ZN3DK8yE/s400/luv5.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/7902737-8590851573514099584?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8590851573514099584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=8590851573514099584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8590851573514099584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/8590851573514099584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-all-my-fault.html' title='It&apos;s all my fault....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SGjuoqFKwDI/AAAAAAAAAvI/kz4ZN3DK8yE/s72-c/luv5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3014217617340119946</id><published>2008-06-27T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:16:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKING PISSED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poof...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall start with the story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th June 2008..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supposedlyshould be at LTH for FYP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT got a fever and can't get out of bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6am in the morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very blur but still in some right mind to bother to sms my BELOVED team leader that i'm down with fever and can't make it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRied waiting a while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Reply...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak Boleh Tahan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doze off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all those buzzing from my phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but wasn't on purpose that i didn't reply or pick up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even reply my boyfriend duh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up and saw this message from the team leader...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"I want a detailed explanation from all of you tomorrow regarding your absence today and why you did not bother to inform me so we meet before lunch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could you say i did not inform you when i actually did early in the morning at 6?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Ok i never say the message but you should also inform the rest sebas woke up late and weishen when there alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oi...WTF??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U r the team leader leh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course i inform u l...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waste my sms to tell everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never even inform&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; ALL&lt;/span&gt; of us that you weren't going either??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Dun do that again next time if i don't reply u should go there or t least inform the rest dun thinktat i dun reply mens u dun need to go it dun work tt way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was fuming mad by the time i saw this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And imagine i'm running a fever??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet my temperature went up to 40 degree celcius..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I replied...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do u expect me to go when i cannot even get down my bed? If i could i wouldn't have even sent that sms. And i was not even in the right mind to think of smsing the rest...In that case i am sorry for not informing the rest. But don't you owe me an apology for sayig i did not inform u when i actually did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Tat's my mistake so next time inform the rest also"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bowed down to say sorry but he did not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FARK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me petty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swallow my pride so much already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a limit to everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for the meeting just now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasn't at fault so he cannot scold me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now every thursday have to report what time we went and what time we left on Wednesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;case closed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3014217617340119946?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3014217617340119946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3014217617340119946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3014217617340119946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3014217617340119946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/pissed.html' title='PISSED!'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-4313034715616211620</id><published>2008-06-23T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:27:59.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wan my pay NOW!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kao...when was the last time i'm so desperately poor???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to the company for giving out my paycheque so late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geez..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must control control control..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muz control not only mine but his finances too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more cab for u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more spending blindly..for both of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asking to save only $50 a month for him isn't too much right..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i doubt $450 would be enough for a spendthrift like him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to spend all my weekends working just to get enough money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact it ain't enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i should realy consider getting another job for the weekdays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it's just a few hours it'd be enough i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wan to save money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But living life this way isn't gonna help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt so much better after msging that guy and letting him know i'm attached..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't know if i did hurt him nd he voided me or not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From what he told me it's because his sms was over the limit that's y he didn't contact me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which i think i bullshit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But whatever it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not important anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most important thing is i've gotten it off my chest and i feel so much better~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now all i have to do is to explain to him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Explain explain explain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hell did i get a shock this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual didn't go to school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this time i'm really dead tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even recall when was the last time i really had enough sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I slept around 10 plus last night and till 11 plus today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ran out of the house before my dad comes home and relise i skipped school again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before that when i woke up i saw his buddy's msg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where on earth did that guy get my number from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met like only once and nearly picked a fight..(playfully that is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after that i haven't seen him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder what this guy is up to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heck la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow going to school(confirm kena scolding by the girls..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall present first and run off to meet my boy for his doctor appointment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haix....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How i wish he couldjust be a good soldier....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-4313034715616211620?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4313034715616211620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=4313034715616211620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4313034715616211620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/4313034715616211620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/argh.html' title='ARGH...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-3403478538490956778</id><published>2008-06-18T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:46:24.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th june 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i haven't got my pay yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm like so freaking broke can..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And same goes to my boy..Two poor souls..Anyone has any lobang for fast cash?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i could allow him to get involve in some a-little-against-principles activities..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then perhaps our lives could be better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually don't even mind if he "drives" his family car around to save on trnsport..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But at the speed he goes....Er...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People date and i date...But why do i always face problems..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's been very nice to me till now..Or rather too nice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nice till i feel uneasy at times..Could have been the fact that i'm older..I feel more like his mother than his girlfriend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking care of his stomach....Making sure he's like not hungry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooking him a meal before he even got out from bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like yesterday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wasn't very appetising but at least the food was edible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Washing his boxers for him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did things like we were already married rather than we're only dating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this point was picked out by him first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His tries to pamper me makes me feel awkward..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't call me crazy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so used to being alone without all those sweet-nothings and pamperings from ex-boyfriends that i totally forgot such things exist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's happen in future remains unknown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He might be the one..or might not be,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one knows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope he'd chnge for the better and i'd be happy already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sounding even more like  mother now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FYP FYP FYP....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sian...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gott wake up at 6..which is like around 4 hours later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta go to bed before i really cannot wake up at all later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CIAOZ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-3403478538490956778?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3403478538490956778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=3403478538490956778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3403478538490956778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/3403478538490956778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/18th-june-2008.html' title='18th june 2008...'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7902737.post-1124199679593651517</id><published>2008-06-16T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:57:57.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must i say anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My current boy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212153002387275602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SFVJil5Hf1I/AAAAAAAAAvA/IdHefI1DFt8/s400/606912434l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212150788077749426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SFVHhs8lhLI/AAAAAAAAAu4/FL60pvK9EEA/s400/12062008736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OOPS?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7902737-1124199679593651517?l=pennaphobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1124199679593651517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7902737&amp;postID=1124199679593651517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1124199679593651517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7902737/posts/default/1124199679593651517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennaphobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-6.html' title='Day 6.....'/><author><name>~*~Penny~*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790237059940396459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsSA3ETVbFI/Tjgwcrrd8DI/AAAAAAAABSw/TTHapxh8mUM/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AHU_WpPLmfM/SFVJil5Hf1I/AAAAAAAAAvA/IdHefI1DFt8/s72-c/606912434l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
