<?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-4481834253247519122</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:14:17.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say I'm A Bitch Like It's A Bad Thing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-2857696141531233403</id><published>2009-02-25T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:54:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC04886-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just a post to remind people that i'm still here, i'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;I just had my 20th birthday party and it was lovely. I'll update on that in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for my wonderful 20th everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Painting my nails right now. Catching a movie later.&lt;br /&gt;Doodeedoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-2857696141531233403?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2857696141531233403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2857696141531233403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-just-post-to-remind-people-that.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-8707085870808704454</id><published>2009-02-04T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:39:05.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too positive to be doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;Too optimistic to be fearful.&lt;br /&gt;And too determined to be defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should live by that.&lt;br /&gt;We all should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been freaking myself out too much these days.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stay in control and stop whinning too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hop in the shower, do my make up, head to Starbucks and feel fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing a cup of coffee can't cure.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-8707085870808704454?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8707085870808704454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8707085870808704454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-positive-to-be-doubtful.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-5437050971985586454</id><published>2009-02-04T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:43:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="658" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC04880-1.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish i was at the beach this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;I really need a breathe of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;There's just way too many things going on in my mind right now and i can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just feel like running away from it all and just be with myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;16 more days before i hit the big 2-0 and i'm dreading the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to figure out what i want.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to wake up from this nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;It's about time i picked myself up from the mud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel terrible today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-5437050971985586454?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/5437050971985586454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/5437050971985586454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-was-at-beach-this-very-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-2054396359366064978</id><published>2009-02-03T13:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:45:03.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it seems like centuries but i'm going to attempt to reply to all my tags and Friendster messages today. I'll be replying my tags here so it'll be easier for you guys to read ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sweet like that, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Passer-By,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your suggestion on the Clinique All About Eye Concealer. It's a little out of my price range currently since i'm not working and all but i definately will check it out. Who knows i might like it? Is it only for the eye area or is ok to put it on the rest of your face as well? What i mean is the coverage good for like pimples and stuff since it's only for the eyes right? Because $30 for just an eye concealer is like a really big deal to me now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Trish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend probably hates that i whine and complain about the heels being too tight and stuff. Not too mention we always go out riding on the weekends to weird places so yeah, a little inconvenient. It's ok though cause i still love heels and if i can't wear them, i'll just collect them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Pass-By,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. I'm more than happy to share any tips that i know to my readers. Just ask and i'll answer. Even though it takes ages for me to get back to you guys. Sorry about that. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Fara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh with your comment. I think everyone will be laughing too if i were ever to share "Tips Memasak." Everyone will be having a diarrhoea party. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To =),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get the U.G.N.Y eyeliner at John Little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To =) &amp;amp; YupsYups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to check out Za's concealer last weekend and i'm still a little if-fy about it. I'm going to try Body Shop's concealer first before trying both of your suggestions ok? Thanks by the way. And you guys are making me smile with your Tag Names. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Yanie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High-5! I finally rememebered the brand too. It's Ancore or Encore. But i kinda find it a little uncomfortable. But i guess a little discomfort is tolerable if you want pretty eyes.  Let's High 5 on that as well? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Lyn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the best way to conceal blemishes is with a green base concealer. They're like in a lipstick form but it's a concealer. So it's a stick concealer. Duh. What the hell is wrong with me. Lol. Anyway, the concealer is entirely green in colour. I'm not sure where they sell those though. Maybe you can try searching for it online and tell me if you found a good one? I heard Chanel's 2 way cake is good as well but that's like $80. My friend was using that and it's really non cakey and it evens out her red spots nicely. I don't know if this will work for you but i'm suggesting that you get Maybelline's WhiteStay UV base. They come in purple, green and yellow colour base. You should get the green base one definately. It's only like $10 at Watson's so it beats getting the Chanel 2 Way Cake for a "try out". I really think that will help but if does'nt please don't hate me! Lol. But i honestly think that will work. Please tell me the results once you tried it out ok? I'm excited to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Nano &amp;amp; Nana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up you bloody arse.&lt;br /&gt;(And your sleeping in my room like a fat piggy now when we have an interview at 4pm!)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Eventually, Next year sudah carik kerje! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Shary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my lens at Triple 8 Plaza. If you stay in Woodlands you should know where that is. If not, then i'm sure other optometrist shops carry that brand as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Hana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by and i'm glad you enjoy reading my blog. :) By the way, are you the Hana from my secondary school or i totally got the wrong person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know i have'nt been posting proper entries and i'm trying to find time for that so i'll try to do that soon. If i left anyone out please just tag me again! I'm off to reply Friendster messages now.  And by that i mean replying girl messages concerning fake lashes and beauty stuff. Not annoying messages like, "Hi u lei kenal2 tak, name i boy sachokz. U lookz veri sweetz lar shei!" *Cringe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-2054396359366064978?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2054396359366064978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2054396359366064978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-it-seems-like-centuries-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-795110106038747363</id><published>2009-01-29T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:52:10.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 230px;" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/IMG_0106-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember those walls I built?&lt;br /&gt;Well baby, they're tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even put up a fight, they didn't even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to let you in but I never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo, i got my angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had you breakin&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now, i'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can see your halo, you know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more, it's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun, burning through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never fall again but this don't even feel like falling&lt;br /&gt;Gravity can't forget to pull me back to the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/denisse-aundreea/video/Qmj4Ag1V/beyonce_halo_music_video/"&gt;Halo - Beyonce&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/4481834253247519122-795110106038747363?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/795110106038747363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/795110106038747363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-those-walls-i-built-well-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-5527015220736048782</id><published>2009-01-29T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:01:29.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. Now it feels too awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too weird. Too weird. (o_O")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-5527015220736048782?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/5527015220736048782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/5527015220736048782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-1828551840186942970</id><published>2009-01-29T13:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:48:29.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mad whores on tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what last night felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there weren't actual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt; nor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;, it still felt "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bad ass&lt;/span&gt;" did'nt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should stay away from web-cameras from now on ok Shinano Chan? (That's your pornstar name by the way!) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohweee, days just keep getting better and better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-1828551840186942970?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1828551840186942970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1828551840186942970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/mad-whores-on-tequila.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-8728608757028695124</id><published>2009-01-28T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:23:20.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's sad when some girls choose to hate on me without knowing me. Or atleast hear my side of the story before judging on something. Then again, different people have different ways of handling difficult situations. Sometimes trying to be nice and understanding just does'nt pay off. It's hard but it is what it is i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always two sides of a story. I think all of us should have that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dance session to attend to in awhile and i need to shake this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;negative energy&lt;/span&gt;" off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-8728608757028695124?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8728608757028695124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8728608757028695124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-sad-when-some-girls-choose-to-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-2274538760870732107</id><published>2009-01-13T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:55:56.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tag replies in this entry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To yana,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About the Loreal concealers, they don't actually suck &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. The problem i have with it is that i could'nt get the correct shade for my skin. I bought 2 shades. One of which is lighter and the other one is the closest tone to my skin. The coverage is good definately and it looks alright in person but when it comes to photo taking sessions, i look like those minahs with super thick concealers under the eye area. Get what i mean? I can't stand it! Anyway, most of the people i know are using Body Shop's crayon concealer. Heard of those? Alot of people have been raving about it for years and i'll get that in my next purchase. Perhaps you can try that instead and tell me, is it really all that good? Haha. It really depends on your preference. I would advice liquid concealers though if your seeking better coverage for the face. I'll post my pictures of my make-up base soon ok? I hope this was helpful? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Fnirah,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, ok! I go now! I go now! Haha. I am looking for jobs! Ok lah, i'll stop lying and start looking tomorrow. By the way, what is up with this Saturday's barbeque? What's the story morning glory?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Celia,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not a problem. I actually once thought of writting an entry about my room but i realized how weird that would be when nobody even cares?! Lol! I'll make an entry for that probably next week? When i have the time that is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Raudah,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't recall the brand of the $15 lens because i wore them on the spot like a true kisau Singaporean does. It's in a red packaging and the brand starts with an A. Sounds like Aids. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; Do not go for the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; colour! I forgot to warn everone that. I tried them before and it makes you look like you have crazy eyes (Juling, Keroh). Go for either &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt; or Black! Sorry Nirah for not warning you earlier. My bad! I also forgot to mention that i bought it at 888 Plaza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To =),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, i love heels. Short people love heels. But  my boyfriend dislikes me wearing them so i have to wear stupid pumps and sandals on most weekends. And he's been trying to get me to wear skateshoes! What the eff. My legs look short and stumpy enough as it is. Do you have an obsession with heels too? Any CheapCheap GoodGood stores to share?? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Ida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember you of course. :) Do you have a blog so i can link you up and keep up with what my ex beauty therapy classmates have been up to with their lives? Thanks for suggestion by the way, i'll get that once my lousy eyeliner dries up. You take care too lovely! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Nano (GalFanatixClubbing88),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told you before that all your stuff have been sent to the Salvation Army. And stop asking me what a Salvation Army is! By the way, siape paitao besok tumboh misai. So better wake up on time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To =),&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you the same "=)" as above? Haha. Yes, i do. Concealer is a must for me but i have'nt found the &lt;em&gt;perfect one&lt;/em&gt; yet. So i have nothing to share with you guys. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Sakinah,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alrighty, we'll talk on MSN then. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Roseate,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your welcome! Thanks for appreciating my entry. And are you sure the pictures were'nt bad? Wait, don't answer that. Haha. I'm more than happy to share. Plus i have way too much free time on my hands. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Siree,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am free 24-7! Why slack at Mac? Because it's near your house right?! Haha. Make a gathering lah? That'll be more fun. Maybe we can go to Escape or something? By the way are you still working in Bugis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did i miss anyone out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-2274538760870732107?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2274538760870732107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2274538760870732107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-replies-in-this-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-1764922300269829814</id><published>2009-01-12T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:13:43.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of the staying at home and being a princess gig. I want a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-1764922300269829814?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1764922300269829814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1764922300269829814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sick-of-staying-at-home-and-being.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-6350137003018432320</id><published>2009-01-09T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:45:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it. I was looking forward to tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-6350137003018432320?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/6350137003018432320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/6350137003018432320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-7357515956053351656</id><published>2009-01-09T10:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:47:49.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="480" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SpellingError-1.jpg" width="488" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Muke kesian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stand the fact that my nails were'nt painted in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What was i thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urgh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that was 3 years ago and nail polishes were'nt invented yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been looking at old pictures lately and here's a comparison to what i look like now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="447" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/3-1.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so flippin different than last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like there's no more "innocence" in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps it's the fake lashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up at 7am today for no apparent reason. I thought of going for a run but i decided that frying eggs and watching Channel News Asia would be far more interesting then getting myself drenced in perspiration. Why bother? It's not like i lose weight anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, i decided to change my blogskin to it's old layout because the previous one was way too messy so it's back to basics for me. I'm psycho like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alrighty, this is my first entry for 2009 and i've been meaning to do this particular entry for days now. It's basically about the stuff i bought during the festive sale and i thought that you girly girls might be interested in since i get asked all the time on where i purchase my cosmetics bla bla bla. So, i hope ya'll appreciate this one because it was such a pain to upload the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Don't mind my "proffesional" photo taking skills)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What type of foundation do i use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="494" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0602.jpg" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not into liquid foundations as it always get messed up by the end of the day and i found that Za's two way cake is pretty convinient for me. I wear make up everyday so i can't afford to purchase designer make up every other month so i have to settle for this and so far i have no complaints about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best way of using it is with a good make up base and you apply the foundation with a wet sponge. So girls, that is how i get the matte finish without it looking so thick and powdery. A good make up base is the secret key for a good and flawless coverage! Remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately i forgot to take a picture of the make up base that i bought so i'll do it next time if anyone is interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="409" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0605.jpg" width="469" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Za was having a promotion for it's 2 way cake and i just had to get my hands on it since it's so pink and pwetty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Flips hair, bimbo style*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's only $33.50 for 2 refills, a new casing and a pointless small bag. Totally worth the buy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="476" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0603.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know most of you would like to know this one...&lt;br /&gt;*Drumroll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.1) What's the brand of my fake lashes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.2) Where do i buy my falsies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.3) What is the type of glue that i use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="416" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0614.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The brand i'm currently using is called 'Wink' and it does not have any number on it because this brand only produces one type of lashes which is the uber thick lashes you see above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You should always choose the suitable volume and length of fake lashes depending on your eye shape and size. You do not want to end up looking like Snuffleupagus from Sesame Street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Lashes) You can get it at Chamelon for only $2.90. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They also carry other brands but if you want lashes similar to mine, you can try this particular one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Glue) John Little, $3.90.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How good is the glue? Well, i wore fake lashes on my visit to Genting Highlands a few months back and i visited the theme park with them on as well. At the end of the day after countless of roller coaster rides, they were still firmly stuck on my eyelids. No, they do not hurt when you remove them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The trick of using the fake lashes is to wait for the glue to dry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First step is to simply apply the glue onto the lash band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After doing so, you just leave it aside for minute or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(You can use this time to put on your eyeliner and crimp your lashes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It does'nt matter if the glue turned invisible or anything, it will still be sticky. Remember, do not apply when the glue is still wet! You'll end up messing your eye make up. You can blow on the glue if you need to speed things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once the glue turns tacky, apply it closely to your lash line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Try not to get the glue onto your real lashes or you'll be left with none when you remove the fake ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just kidding. ( Takot pe?! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The "life span" of the falsies depends on how good you take care of them. My lashes usually last me about a month before it starts looking like pubes. &lt;--Haha! After using the lashes, i usually rinse it under warm water and gently remove the glue from the lash band. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That is most of the questions i get when it comes to fake lashes and hopefully that was helpful enough for you guys. If you have any other question, you can just leave a tag or message and i'll be more than happy to answer them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the brand &amp;amp; colour of my contact lenses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been using &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Misty Grey&lt;/span&gt; FreshKon lenses since i was 15!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still use them now and it's my favourite eye colour but recently i found this &lt;em&gt;unheard&lt;/em&gt; brand of contact lenses and i fell in love with it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 225px" height="550" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0610.jpg" width="518" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The colour is called, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;rown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No fancy shnanzy names and shit, just &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't recall the brand but this thing only cost me $15!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you believe that? Cheap cheap, Good good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thing i love most about this is that the lens is bigger than my pupil so when i wear it, my pupils look enlarged cause of the dark outer rim of the lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks natural as well which is good for days when i want to tone down my eye make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The packaging is in red and the brand starts with an A. I can't remember much of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fake lashes + Coloured Contacts = Fake and Pretty Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take a picture soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What brand of eyeliner do i use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been using U.G.N.Y Black pencil liner since i was 14 and i can't find another liner that compares to this one when it comes to price and quality. It's only $10.90 and it never smudges, ever. Even Chanel pencil liners smudges and it's pricey! The only difference is that Chanel's colour is more darker and intense than U.G.N.Y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get this liner if you want smudge/water proof eyeliner that's cheap and good! It stays on even after swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;F.Y.I I've been using this liner in all of my pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before the festive sale, i've already stocked up my U.G.N.Y pencil liners and decided to venture out on something new which is, liquid liner. I have always hated liquid liners as i can never get a straight line with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeling particularly adventurous that day, i decided to try and get one to practice so i bought Bourjois Felt Tip Liner for $23.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="160" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0609.jpg" width="554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="462" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0617.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how the tip looks like. Resembles a marker pen does'nt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Verdict: Not worth my money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been using it for a couple of days now and the tip have already started to turn all soft on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's impossible for me to get that nice and sharp "cleopatra look" now. I don't know if i was pressing too hard on it but i did that only because the ink was inconsistent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only good thing about it is that it's smudge proof. It's so fucking smudge proof that if i made a mistake, it's impossible to correct it with a q-tip. I have to dip the q-tip in some make up remover in order to correct the crooked lines or what nots. Which always end up ruining part of my make up application.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't belive i wasted 20 bucks on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So frustrating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can anyone recommend me a good liquid liner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prefably felt-tip ones for a liquid liner virgin like myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What brand of blush do i use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="550" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/Blusher.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have 2 blushers and 1 bronzer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This particular blush was recommended by Siree. (If you're reading this, Hello!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like it because it's matte and it goes well with my skin tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On normal days i just use the blush as it is but on weekends i pair it with my 'Body Shop Brush On Bronze' for contouring effects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, love, loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What brand of nail polishes do i use?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too much to even mention but nothing beats O.P.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For cheaper versions, i usually go for SkinFood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 410px" height="580" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0591.jpg" width="469" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This purchase was not so recent but it was on sale for $18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to buy it of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nail polish is not thick and you have to apply 3 coats in order to achieve the colour you see on the bottle. The top coat serves no purpose at all because it barely makes any different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But whatever, it was cheap. I'll shut up and stop whinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below are the products i regret buying during the sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="718" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0592.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="367" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0594.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="748" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/Hairspray.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="668" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0607.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="705" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0606.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those products suck big time and that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm totally clueless when it comes to hair products. I tried lots of sprays and none of it can hold my curls whenever i'm using a curling iron. Recommendations anyone? I would appreciate it big time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So far that's all i have to share with you guys. Hopefully that was somewhat helpful? I can't wait to venture into higher end brands and giving my reviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, i'm glad i did'nt purchase the 08' Festive Mac Brushes. I read mutiple reviews on it and most of them were negative like how the brushes were actually made in China unlike the other handmade Mac Brushes etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before i end of, this particular boy has been bugging me to put his picture up. :p&lt;br /&gt;So here you go pretty boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0422-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys can't make out the picture, here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0422-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah, we turned 1 on 12th December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He took me out for dinner at a fancy hotel where we had oysters, salmon, white wine etc. Totally loved the place! It was totally sweet of him and i felt like a princess. He even sponsored me for a $140 dress for that night. Ok fine, i had to pay half for the dress. I kind of regret buying the dress now since i have nowhere to go in it anymore. We also went up the Singapore Flyer afterwards and got into a massive fight! That is why i did'nt write an entry about our 1st year anniversary. It was a sad, sad day. All thanks to the evil Amir Fareez. So evil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, i have been attending all these races and whatnots just to please the boyfriend. It turns out that i actually enjoy attending these boyish events. I suprise mysef sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone even called me a Rockstar Girlfriend ok? Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm used to getting called fairy princess goddess of the world but rockstar girlfriend is fine by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to shut up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More ramblings later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chao Bella~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-7357515956053351656?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7357515956053351656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7357515956053351656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2009/01/muke-kesian-i-cant-stand-fact-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-253989194615121712</id><published>2008-12-31T12:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:57:22.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up with a major migraine today which was followed up with a hourly puking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of all the days in 2008, i just have to fall sick today don't i? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why? Why?? Why am i being punished this way?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what? I finally went job hunting with Wanie 2 days ago after procrastinating for like an entire month. The funny story is that we actually got the job and was told to report to work yesterday at 9.30am but being the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SLEEPING BEAUTIES&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LAZY BASTARDS&lt;/span&gt; that we are, we slept all the way till noon and decided that "it was not the right job for us afterall."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When infact this was what happened...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me ( 8.00am ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Macam nak paitao je. Ngantok! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me ( 8.55am ):&lt;/span&gt; Ok, aku confirm tak pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wanie ( 12 Noon! ):&lt;/span&gt; Aku baru bangon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(-_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An hour later on MSN...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wanie:&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Dua2 perangai macam sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wanie:&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Double (-_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, i guess i'll have to look for another job after the New Year. I'm good at getting jobs, it's the getting my fat butt out of my bed part which is the problem. So that is that and i really need to get my life on track because it's going to be 2009 in a few more hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully i'll feel better by evening because the last thing i want is to be stuck at home during countdown. Just to add in, the motherboard is being suprisingly helpful today. She made me a cup of hot tea and porridge for lunch plus she specially delivered it to my room so i did'nt have to get up. Very rare indeed. Usually she'll be like, "Padan muke! Tu lah balik malam-malam lagi! Bla, Bla bla! Yak! Yak! Yak! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you mother dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to rest now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before i go, here's wishing all of my friends &amp;amp; my lovely readers a very, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285821174576428210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SVsCWlDdtLI/AAAAAAAABgA/CLNb_KJGkG4/s320/hny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful time tonight! So let's cheers to a New Year and another chance for us to get it right! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-253989194615121712?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/253989194615121712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/253989194615121712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-woke-up-with-major-migraine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SVsCWlDdtLI/AAAAAAAABgA/CLNb_KJGkG4/s72-c/hny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-7361469421300392168</id><published>2008-12-23T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:27:00.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bloody cock sucking mother fucking shit licking finger digging blog skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent 3 hours of my life searching for a decent blog skin which is so hard to find! Most of the blog skins are either too girly or messy to my liking and when i do find a decent skin, the words are too friggin small for the human eye to read. I hate that! Why do they even do that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Roar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway, in the midst of editing my template, i did'nt realize that Photobucket has gone into maintanence mode. That mother fucker. This explains the, "Your title, Meh Meh" as my blog header. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my god, i'm so pissed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This current blog skin looks pretty messy on Internet Explorer so view it on Mozilla Firefox if you do have it. But i don't have it. Because i don't care. If you don't have it and you don't give a flying hoot about it, give me a high 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pardon me. Caffeine overdose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn it. I have no choice but to leave it like this since i can't upload anything from photobucket currently. Major urgh-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also lost most of my links so leave your links people! Plus whoever wants to be linked, this is your chance because i'll be too lazy to touch the template anymore after that. Haha. Lazy bastard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm halfway updating a post so wait for that super boring post which consist of NO PICTURES. Isn't that just exciting?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've also been experimenting on a "Fake Lashes Tutorial Video" on my web cam but i'm not sure if most of you want to see me bable endlessly about fake lashes so we'll see how it goes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, i have too much time on my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the meantime, enjoy "Your title, meh meh.blogspot.com"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post just does'nt make sense does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-7361469421300392168?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7361469421300392168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7361469421300392168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloody-cock-sucking-mother-fucking-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-5859400628457547427</id><published>2008-12-19T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:19:33.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlhVwaY7EdQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlhVwaY7EdQ&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Out&lt;/span&gt; Fucking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so totally dig his sense of humour. I can't imagine doing the same thing to my dad though.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm like cracking up big time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-5859400628457547427?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/5859400628457547427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/5859400628457547427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/laugh-out-fucking-loud-i-so-totally-dig.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-8768298728196130552</id><published>2008-12-17T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:22:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se7en - She is so beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was so beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She had the body of a goddess, her make up was flawless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She had rollercoster curves that made men nauseous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And women would grab their men and become over cautious, just in case that perfect face decided to make her relationship a target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because she was so beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Women would degrade her, down play her, say her beauty was false with comments like, "I bet she don't look that good if she take all that make-up off!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She had charisma, she had confidence and women would assume she was conceited &amp;amp; and thought she was all of that because she could have any man in the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because she was so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And why these sisters were paying her so much negative attention, tearing her down with their insecurities and opinions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The more they talked the more I listened, but not one time did I hear that sister mention, that she was so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They said it for her, she didn't, in this story she is the victim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because women don't see a sister, they see competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They see skin &amp;amp; hair, they see clothes &amp;amp; shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They don't see her strength &amp;amp; her struggle after all she goes through the same things that they do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She has to deal with disrespect, being treated like a sex object, sexual harassment at the work place just to get a check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because she is so beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just like them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Women can't stand her, women can't see past their jealousy, envy and pride so they judge her before they know who she is inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes being pretty can be pretty painful &amp;amp; it's sad that being beautiful has to hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it's sad that they look at outer appearance before getting to know her first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She takes glamour shots but not glamour shots in a photo shoot or photo booth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But those low blows like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh she's a hoe, she's a prostitute"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those ain't her real eyes, That ain't her real hair" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She know she wrong for that outfit, she could have found something else to wear"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She's got stretch marks, She must have kids, Her chest too little, Her breasts too big"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She too skinny, She too fat, She too this, She too that"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She thinks she's the pretty one in the bunch, look at her friends"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man she is so beautiful, she just can't win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because she is so beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beauty and the beautiful but the beast is within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cause women beat her down with being beautiful so she tried to pretend that she is ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So her outer beauty creates a beast inside that does ugly things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it creates insecurity &amp;amp; it lowers her self-esteem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They can't find substance in your face, they can't find substance in your shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its not about how thin or thick you are, this has nothing to do with your weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can't find substance in your status, your clothes or your job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only place you can find long lasting substance is in God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So if you have been crying out through your actions, if you've been crying real tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wipe your face and let those negative comments fall on deaf ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because when God made woman, he made her beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He knew, he made a gem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So next time you have something negative to say about her, direct your comments to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because she is so beautiful.&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/4481834253247519122-8768298728196130552?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8768298728196130552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8768298728196130552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/12/se7en-she-is-so-beautiful-she-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-2064227739840131752</id><published>2008-11-29T09:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:09:53.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just reached home and i'm heading to some bike fest at the Singapore Flyer in a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going out in the afternoons! I still have this funky tan line on my shoulders from last Sunday's Mocca road show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have yet to hit the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that i might be bionic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my make up now, got to rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-2064227739840131752?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2064227739840131752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2064227739840131752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-reached-home-and-im-heading-to.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-3596444332468192517</id><published>2008-11-28T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:51:30.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm too excited. I have'nt met the boyfriend since Sunday and i get to meet his pretty ass today.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Happy. Happy. Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-3596444332468192517?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/3596444332468192517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/3596444332468192517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-too-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-148900119898351743</id><published>2008-11-28T10:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:52:49.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going for job interviews, i went to have dinner with the psycho girlfriend. We stuffed ourselves silly. I swear if you cut me right now, i will ooze out syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is terrible, i'm having dinner in town with mummy dearest later on and to make matters worst is that it's a buffet dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was planning to go on a diet since i ate like a pig last night! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rosy Nosy is such a sweetheart. She texted me yesterday to check how i was doing and told me that she missed me. I don't blame her. I'm just hard to forget once i've stepped into your lives. Lol! I would so love to have a day out with Miss Thing but she's prolly lined up with shows and work. We'll hang soon love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pick out something decent to wear now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fat Kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-148900119898351743?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/148900119898351743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/148900119898351743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-1246320248961281320</id><published>2008-11-27T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:43:53.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I am now a "plagiarizer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things people do and say just to upset me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, try harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-1246320248961281320?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1246320248961281320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1246320248961281320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-6563279535821660554</id><published>2008-11-27T03:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:30:56.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, this is the kind of shit that happens to people who insist on drinking coffee after 9pm. I planned on having an early and productive "job hunting" day tomorrow but i highly doubt that will happen looking at the clock now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i just realized that i have'nt been out of the house since Sunday! I just don't feel like going out. It's like i'm too lazy to even get out of bed. I keep promising myself to go for interviews and then i realize that i actually have to get out of bed in order for me to do that so i'm like &lt;em&gt;"nevermind then"&lt;/em&gt; and continue with my lazing around. I've been doing that for 4 straight days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will get my fat ass out of the house tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will get my fat ass out of the house tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will get my fat ass out of the house tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will chant myself to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-6563279535821660554?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/6563279535821660554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/6563279535821660554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-this-is-kind-of-shit-that-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-3120689574588816793</id><published>2008-11-27T02:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:00:54.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SS2YZkufUuI/AAAAAAAABf4/PkRkJtSjMG8/s1600-h/M.A.C"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273038303843537634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SS2YZkufUuI/AAAAAAAABf4/PkRkJtSjMG8/s320/M.A.C" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why, Why, Why?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do i torture myself this way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been browsing through m.a.c cosmetics online and my heart aches with every click of a mouse button because i know i can't get my hands of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To buy or not to buy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am way out of budget to be spending on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like having a "budget" has ever stopped me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want it so badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! I have an idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should ask someone to get me this for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, if only i had Santa's number!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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 align="center"&gt;Or! I can stop being such a lazy slacker and start looking for jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i pick the first option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-3120689574588816793?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/3120689574588816793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/3120689574588816793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-why-why-why-do-i-torture-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SS2YZkufUuI/AAAAAAAABf4/PkRkJtSjMG8/s72-c/M.A.C' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-8596776978801212508</id><published>2008-11-27T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:23:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To that particular bitch who always have my name in her mouth, do what you do best and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swallow it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laugh &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good one darling. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-8596776978801212508?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8596776978801212508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8596776978801212508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-that-particular-bitch-always-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-7824865441652463015</id><published>2008-11-25T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:41:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I promised myself that i would get my room all neat and tidy by today but i got distracted by all the old and unused beauty products in this very old box of mine therefor i will do the great honour of de-flowering them by tonight. Lol. Right after i finish painting my lovely nails an &lt;em&gt;ink blue&lt;/em&gt; colour. Yeah, i just found that particular colour as well. It's freaking awesome what you can find when you decide to clean up your room and then you get distracted with what you find and decide to clean up the next day and you repeat cycle all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note to self: I need to start going for interviews!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-7824865441652463015?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7824865441652463015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7824865441652463015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-promised-myself-that-i-would-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-6277823633560736690</id><published>2008-11-21T12:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:15:39.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up feeling particularly bitchy today and so i decided to vent out my anger at the first available person. How unfortunate for the boyfriend. He texted me saying that he was going out for lunch with his buddy and i totally flipped out because i did'nt like this particular "buddy" of his and i rambled on and on how much i could'nt stand the dude. I felt so guilty afterwards because i realized how stupid and selfish i must have sound to the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Whatever. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy has been a total pain in ass these past few days and i can't stop burping especially during night time! I don't effing know why. Has some one finally bestowed a curse upon my irritating self? I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently unemployed, once more and guess what? I'm loving it. I can sleep anytime i want and wake up any god damn time i want to. The feeling is amazing. Oh god, am i the only one who suffers from extreme laziness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need professional help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing is one big "URGH" to me at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;And that does'nt even make any fucking sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so done with 2008. I want this year to end quick so i can make the next one productive, i promise. ( Like how i promised last year?! Riiight. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, this is what my hair looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SP_A0288-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SP_A0288-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the shop where i got my extensions done and demanded &lt;em&gt;menacingly&lt;/em&gt; that i want them to remove every god damned thing they put in cause it hurts so much but the lady looked at me politely and said that she would re-do them for me. Once again, i feel so guilty for my unecessary crappy behaviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, that is how it looks like when i leave it to dry as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had it trimmed to a more natural length so i don't have hair tickling my ass evertime i walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SP_A0343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SP_A0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SP_A0343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SP_A0340-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SP_A0340-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how it looks like whenever i curl it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a tad difficult to curl it since my real hair is of a different length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i don't really care to do so anymore because my hair looks like an utterly disgusting crap fest and i need to visit the salon soon before i go crazy. I have like 10 million different shades on my hair right now. I need to re-colour and re- straighten it so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look below to see what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04311.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 395px" height="624" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC04311.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;My roots are totally showing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bleached part is just *I don't know if there's even a word for it!*&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;Sigh.&lt;br /&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's the problem, in order for me to get my hair fixed back to it's most glorious form, i need money. And in order for me to get money, i need a job. I can't be having my mum paying for my ridiculous bill at the salon, she'll totally faint upon seeing the amount after which she will go crazy ape shit on me. I feel bad enough that she's paying everything for me right now. I love you mummy dearest. Muacks! Enjoy your concert later! ( Orang pergi Rihanna nye concert, die pergi Ismail Haron nye concert. Lol! I don't even know who the hell that is. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't seem to find a good job and by that, i mean convinient location. Did i spell convinient right? I don't need boring office jobs or what nots. I need flexible working hours with reasonable pay and that's good enough. I don't want the comitments of an office job or such cause i need something that will work for my schedule next year. I don't mind working in retail because it's more flexible and hassle free for me. Any recommendations anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Currently i only have interviews lined up for :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Agnes B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. M.A.C Cosmestics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Wine Connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of which is a little "Urgh" to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, i'm loving that term today. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever. Whatver. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not in the mood to think about jobs right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met Shakina Bte Johari a few days back, or was it yesterday? I can't remember. My memory is failing me at this old age. The meeting was fun, for us two. Apparently it was not fun at all for the boyfriend who ended up sleeping on my lap listening to us talk. I told you stay out when it comes to girly conversations! But nooo, u still wanted to sit in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shakina, i love you and all but sometimes i feel like i just want to spritz your eyes with DKNY's &lt;em&gt;Be Delicious perfume. &lt;/em&gt;I don't know why but i just do sometimes. Oh, like the time you refused to accompany me to the beach! Urgh! I totally felt like burning your eyes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And by the way, HAHAHAHAHAHA to you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04417-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="625" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC04417-1.jpg" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't mind the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He's just uncontrollably retarded &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No wait.&lt;br /&gt;Make that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most of the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 379px" height="648" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC04421.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bad quality picture = Bad photographer&lt;br /&gt;Unconvincing fake laughter look from the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Very convicing fake laughter from me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like i should win an oscar for my convincing and outstanding performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC04422-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="636" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC04422-1.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love doing this to him.&lt;br /&gt;I love petting him like a cat.&lt;br /&gt;I love to tickle his chin.&lt;br /&gt;I love squishing him like a soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;That is what i miss doing the most whenever i'm away from you.&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When i was bored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 329px" src="http://w134.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" width="418" height="329" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried making my very first virgin scrapblog.&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended for bored people such as myself.&lt;br /&gt;And i only did one page just to try it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plus, i made lunch for Nana and myself when everyone was out the other day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000507771121442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SSZbCOyZ7yI/AAAAAAAABfw/i-epuCBaCgM/s320/SP_A0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000500044523298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SSZbByAPZyI/AAAAAAAABfo/-rq-pbjs_Ws/s320/SP_A0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tada!&lt;br /&gt;Fish and Chips!&lt;br /&gt;Are'nt those the most mouth watering and taste buds tentalizing fish and chips you've ever seen in your life?!&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is a start for me and i'm proud of myself for accomplishing a "complicated" dish without burning the house down.&lt;br /&gt;So shut up and clap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Time check: 5.36pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel like i should stay at home today in fear of terrorizing the public with my ever so often bitch fits particularly at this time of the month. Thank you mother nature for this monthly gift you've given me. Because i'm just not bloated enough as it is, ey? Urgh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh and one last thing, urgh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-6277823633560736690?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/6277823633560736690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/6277823633560736690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-woke-up-feeling-very-bitchy-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SSZbCOyZ7yI/AAAAAAAABfw/i-epuCBaCgM/s72-c/SP_A0402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-9210617956757752892</id><published>2008-11-02T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:47:02.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SP_A0194.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SP_A0194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess who's back?&lt;br /&gt;Back again.&lt;br /&gt;Feeqah's back.&lt;br /&gt;Tell a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;Hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an Eminem song by the way!&lt;br /&gt;I did not just make that shit up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Did you guys miss me? Oh i know you did. You ain't got to front with me dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this feels alien to me. Sitting infront of the computer trying to blog after such a long period of absence. Where do i even begin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to divide them to 3 simple groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got myself a job on my first day of job hunting and the best part was that it was only my first interview for the day. It's either luck was on my side or perhaps i'm just so awesome like that! Let's face it, i'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, i love my job. I simply love it! It's weird somehow because there's alot of downside to the job and yet i'm so determined to make this job a valuable experience in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, currently as some if not all of you have already heard, i'm a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yoga&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;consultant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, yes. Your eyes did not fail you, i really am a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yoga consultant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is the part where all of you burst out laughing. Go ahead, give yourself 5 seconds for that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue reading below once you're done laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is basically to get people to join the membership of the club. It sounds simple but god damn it's harder than a steel pole! I have to search high and low for people who's interested by any means and sometimes i have to resort to giving out flyers and my namecard on the streets to find new poeple. And by the street i mean &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Orchad Road! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Embarassing? Yes! Is it worth the embarassment? For now, 60% No and 40% Yes. Whenever i feel embarassed by this, i remind myself that this is where the good money comes in. The basic pay is much more than what i earned in my previous job but i'm not going to settle for that, i'm working towards getting the commission. Only god knows how badly i want that and i've been heading towards a good direction since last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I, I know some of you spotted me along Orchad walking alone happily like a mad person, it is me i am bored from sitting at the club all day. You don't have to do a double take, i'm not crazy i just need some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, i really feel like a different person once i started working there. The people working there are super duper great and i clicked with every single one of them from the 1st day i started. I've been taking up yoga classes and it's really fucking good! It's the best form of excersise ever invented that i can just cry! I can't even describe the effect that yoga has done to me physically, mentally and spiritually. I'm so at peace with myself. I learned to love myself, those around me and basically everyone else just by doing a simple yoga practice. Right now, everything is just so positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, i am a good person. ( Liar! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is what i'm going to do, i'm going to give away 10 exclusive passes to 10 of my readers. I know most of you have no idea what yoga is all about but this is a good chance for you to find out more. I just want to spread this joy around although i can only give out a certain amount of passes but atleast i get to share this wonderful experience. For those who are interested, what you can do with the pass i'm giving away is that you can attend a free yoga/dance class at the club i'm working in which is called "Real Yoga" for FREE. If you need to lose weight, tone up, get in touch with the inner you or whatever the fuck it is, please e-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:syafiqah.serbani@live.com"&gt;syafiqah.serbani@live.com&lt;/a&gt; or you can just leave a tag if you're interested. I already gave my parents the passes and i don't know who else i'm suppose to give it away to! So help me, help you. I'm sincere in helping out other people and the positive vibe that i get from doing so is just so wonderful. Don't be shy ok! When else are you going to get the chance of attenting a free class in an exclusive and private club? This is it. All you have to wear are just comfortable clothes and that's it! No shoes or what-so-ever. It's not like those fancy gyms or shit. I'm to lazy to blab more so just go to &lt;a href="http://www.realyoga.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.realyoga.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt; to check the place out before you decide on anything. I am so excited for the people who will be attending! I will go to the class with you, if you'd like ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's fan-fucking-tastic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Minus that one time when i fell at Causeway Point's escalator. To make matter's worse was that i was all alone with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no make up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My face was totally bare naked without even a lip balm to moisturise my unsexy dry lips and i was dressed so disgustingly with a 3/4 floral skirt and a cardigan. I know, what was i thinking dressing up like that! Anyway, of all the hundreds of people there i had to be the one who tersepit her slippers at the escalator. It had to be me! God damn it son of a gun. I tripped, fell on my knees, shrieked in horror, picked myself up only to stumble into the people in front of me and fall again before i finally manage to stand up and walk away quickly with scratches on my leg. Lol. And yes, everyone was staring! Urgh. I feel embarassed just thinking about it now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As the saying goes, &lt;em&gt;nabei lor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Urgh! Let's get back to the happy things in life shall we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our new car arrived during the fasting month and it's pretty ugly as i expected it to be but atleast it's a car. A car is better than no car i suppose. Currently my mum is the only one with a driving liscence. All i ask is, can somebody pass that woman the "Worst Driver Award?" She is so cute and silly when she drives. She even got stopped by a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;normal police car&lt;/span&gt; on her first day of driving &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;around the neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt;! The policeman actually thought that she was drunk for driving so slowly along an empty stretch of road. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kecoh dok mak gua kene screen dengan police.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But who could blame the officer? I can walk faster than she drives! Don't even get me started on how long she takes to park a bloody small car. I can grow a beard waiting. A new born baby would've been enrolled into Primary 1 by the time she parks. I could've walked from Woodlands to Pasir Ris 3 times and she'll still be trying to figure out the right alignment! I can even, OH YOU GET WHAT I MEAN! I can't wait to start on my liscence and take over the steering wheel. Sheesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway i only have limited pictures for this entry because the computer is so friggin slow that it makes my mum look like an F1 driver. --&gt; Haha, good one Feeqah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SP_A0109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="540" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SP_A0109.jpg" width="633" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="438" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC00965.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00984.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="659" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC00984.jpg" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the car during Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently those 4 pictures above are the only ones i managed to upload in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not done talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What's new with me is that i've grown fatter and i've put in extentions in my hair on Friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Because living with fake lashes is not enough! I have to have the fake hair to rock the fake lashes look. Sad to say, i never felt such discomfort in my life before. I hate my stupid extentions! It looks so fake and out of place. Long hair and me are just not good friends. I look like a banshee i scare the shit out of myself when i look in the mirror at night. I want to take the extentions out so badly but the boyfriend would'nt allow it. I swear to god he's trying to punish me. He was against the idea of me having the extentions in the first place but i made a whole big fuss out of it that he decided to give in and let me have the extentions afterall and even sat through the whole process with me. What a darling. The extentions are only at the back right now and it loks so weird as my original hair is short in the front so i basically look like a mother fucking psycho with a bad haircut and i can just cry at the state of uglyness that i'm in right now. Help me! I hate this thing on my head! The boyfriend told me that you wasted money on it, now live with it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Baby if you're reading this, it's very pain lah! Let me remove them please? Plus they smell funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't imagine having this thing on me for another 3 months. God damn it, i don't even know who's hair it belongs to! My little sisters kept reminding me that i have a dead indian girl's hair on my head. Bloody fuckers. I am scared to even touch it ok?! Everytime they say that to me, i feel like yanking the hair out of my head. It's freaky. Ew. I can't believe i wanted this so badly in the first place. But i guess if i can't take them out, i'll just have to put in some more strands to atleast make it look normal. I actually planed to have my hair done with Rozie on Saturday but i decided to do it first and now i'm regretting it big time! I wonder how she manages with all the clippings without feeling irritated by the discomfort. I have a whole new level of respect for this woman as of now. I'll get it re-done during lunch tomorrow i guess. More disgusting fake hair on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll post pictures of my new hair up once i'm brave enough to touch it, ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once again, please baby i want to have them removed! You were right, i was wrong. Don't punish me this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enough hair talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm pretty happy with life generally. All i have to do is not think about my hair and i'll be ok. I've been making alot of new friends which is a rare ocassion for me because people tend to think i'm a stuck up bitch when in fact, i'm just a loud and happy fat girl with &lt;strong&gt;ugly hair&lt;/strong&gt;. I am blessed to be surrounded with alot of positive people lately and that kinda rubbed off on me. I figured if you were nice to someone and that you're sincere in whatever it is you do, people will get that same good vibe when they are around you. Stop hating, it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! Here's a big hello to all the new girlfriends that's bringing a whole lot of new flavour in my life currently and never forgetting the old ones whom made life easier during the past leaving me with alot of wonderful memories to think about whenever i am feeling down. There's no need for grudges or what nots because we've been through so much together and this is just another phase that we have to go through. We'll have a "Girls Day Out" one day in the future and think back about the stupid things we did and we're going to laugh our ass off about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what is this i hear? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( By "hear" i meant, read on somebody's tagborad )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the girls are expecting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;tul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saryna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raudah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for their upcoming bundle of joy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am excited for you two. Please tell me when you're delivering and stuffs so i can key-poh around! Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Is it me or did it seem just like yesterday we were altering our skirts in the classrooms? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm still with Mr Amir Fareez a.k.a The Guy Who Does'nt Allow Me To Remove My Extentions. I am still heads over heels in love with him and i don't why. Afterall, he insisted that i live with my painful extentions so why must i still love him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Because! He's the greatest ever. I don't know how long this is going to last but i'm glad that you stepped into my life and made it a whole lot brighter. We're nearing the 1 year mark this December and i think that will only be a start of something wonderful. Next year will be a tough one for us but we'll pull through it like we did this year. I pray for it. I don't need anybody else. It's just you and me sunshine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So how about it, 12.12.2012 or 20.12.2012? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Busy, busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-9210617956757752892?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/9210617956757752892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/9210617956757752892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-2213342431295524171</id><published>2008-10-22T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:30:16.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is lagging big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to delete several post in order to even open up my profile and my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like there is never enough time for me to surf the net anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-2213342431295524171?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2213342431295524171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2213342431295524171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogger-is-lagging-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-5402315010353759206</id><published>2008-09-22T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:40:35.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's a point in your life when you get tired of fixing everything &amp;amp; trying to make everyone happy. When you finally decide to quit, it's NOT giving up. Its realising you dont need certain people and the bullshit they bring in to your life." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-5402315010353759206?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/5402315010353759206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/5402315010353759206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-point-in-your-life-when-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-4586878941130946043</id><published>2008-09-04T13:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:57:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been coughing my lungs out for these past few days and it's all no thanks to the contraband ciggarattes i bought. To make matters worse, i'm down with a fever and i have two ulcers growing on my tongue and throat! ( Don't you just feel like kissing me right now? ) My chest hurts when i breathe. It feels like i'm swallowing a fistful of needles when i swallow my own saliva and because of that i could'nt enjoy last night's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the picture of the woman from the ads with throat cancer is haunting me. I wonder what's it like for her when she decides to go to the beach and bathes in the salt water. Yow-za! In other words, Fucking Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 2 different doctors this week. One of which is on Monday and i got off work half day. I returned to work on Tuesday but i could hardly get any work done because the cough and runny nose was so bad and so i went to see a doctor on Wednesday and he gave me 2 days MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better today after dosing myself with all sorts of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I junk like no other!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I'm getting pretty excited about my company's upcoming D&amp;amp;D that's going to be held in October. The theme will be Glitz and Glamz this year and being part of the commitee, i have to wear a little over the top and i'm already imagining alot of different things right now. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably heading to Geylang this Saturday. I have always dread going to that place ever since i was a kid. I still dread going there now. I know it's suppose to be fun and &lt;em&gt;festival-ish&lt;/em&gt; but all i can think about is lots of sweaty, smelly, sharp elbowed shoving people. I don't even know what &lt;em&gt;festival-ish&lt;/em&gt; is suppose to fucking mean but you get the idea! And what is up with all those wooden planks at the bazaar? Are'nt you scared that your legs will tersepit in between those loose planks?! I'm not paranoid. I see people trip on those uneven planks alot of times ok! Laugh all you want now but you'll thank me when you trip and your legs tersepit in between the planks and you'll be crying out for help and i'll just look at you and say, "I told you they were evil" and walk off in a bitchy manner. Are you scared now? You better be. The next thing is those annoying makciks that will stare at me like i'm Satan himself and somehow i managed to dig my way out from hell and decide to show up at the Geylang Bazaar. I know i have to be dressed appropriately this month especially at places like that but surely there is nothing wrong with a sleeveless top? Is there? I'm not talking about those skanky boob revealing ones. So why must they look at me like i'm parading around in my bikini? It is a hot place afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But screw it. Somehow this year i do feel a little tiny tinge of excitement going there because for the first time i have a boyfriend that's not claustrophobic and he's looking forward to actually going there. Usually the guys i date hate going to stuffy places like these and we always end up in an argument because both of us is like so rimas already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy i have a patient boyfriend who puts up with my nonsensical whinning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking forward to tomorrow's dinner date with Shinano in town. There won't be pictures until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy fasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Which part of &lt;strong&gt;we-are-so-over-you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you not get? What will it take for you to stop bothering us? Don't you have a sense of maturity? Don't you have any self respect? You no longer exsist to me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;For your own good, learn when to stop. Seriously, &lt;strong&gt;learn when to stop!&lt;/strong&gt; It's done. Act like a grown up and stop embarassing yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-4586878941130946043?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/4586878941130946043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/4586878941130946043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-coughing-my-lungs-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-1171441669328204868</id><published>2008-08-29T13:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:31:46.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what the hell is wrong with me but i've been in alot of embarassing situations this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened 2 days ago when i was walking home from work. Before going home, i decided to stop by MacDonald's to get myself some fries as i was starving and i know there won't be any food at home since the motherboard was working. I then decided to get myself a pack of large fries and proceeded to walk home happily while munching on my fries like a happy fat kid. I usually like to buy something to eat when i'm going to work or going back home as i find that i save alot of time when i walk and eat. I learnt my lesson people and never again will i, Syafiqah, eat while walking, ever. So anyway, i was trying to beat the red light while chewing my fries and you guessed it, i choked! I was like coughing and gasping for air like a whale at the side of the road WITH THE LARGE FRIES STILL IN MY HAND. To make matters worst, there's this cute neighbour of mine who was walking beside me. I wanted to "act cool" but the stupid fries was just stuck there in my throat. I looked like a total dufus. He gave me the, "Hey-my-fat-neighbour-is-choking" look and walked off. There were strangers walking past as well giving me their version of weird stares like i'm performing some kind of crazy dance ritual at the side of the road. You can atleast ask me if i'm ok fellow citizens! Pfft. I felt better after a few seconds and walked home feeling damn embarassed. Stupid fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Example 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very windy day and i was at the MRT station going back home as per usual. I felt happy because the weather was great. I was listening to my MP3 when i decided to flip my shawl in a sexy way. Big mistake. I gave my shawl a big flip and it covered my whole face as it was windy. I swear i thought the world was taken over by darkness but i then realized that it was just the shawl covering my face. When i finally pulled the shawl off my face, this jogger turned his head back and started snickering at me. Stupid shawl. Stupid jogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough of embarassing situations for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous weekend was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was on MC. I thought of staying over the boyfriend's but decided against it. Instead i texted the girlfriend and asked her to sleepover my house and we had a very last minute slumber party. It was awesome! We made Cosmos and Cranberry Vodka all night. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239806951102018818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SLeIqQwO9QI/AAAAAAAABCs/LFS9_clLvc4/s320/DSC03241.JPG" width="319" border="0" /&gt;The boyfriend went riding with his friends and so i had to have my own form of entertainment right? Anyway, we got all dolled up till midnight and went to sleep. HAH! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239806960854291506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SLeIq1FW1DI/AAAAAAAABC0/4OaxdnnUCYc/s320/DSC03234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's a tissue on my crotch by the way, for the curious wandering eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when Shinano comes over!&lt;br /&gt;I think we might possibly be the most vain-est of the vain girls in this island.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be like doing our nails and make up all day long.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who cares to join?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239807533892156994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SLeJML0OvkI/AAAAAAAABC8/IqRclkw6TOI/s320/DSC02044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nano in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239807538214091554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SLeJMb6qOyI/AAAAAAAABDE/VI63BhG7gO0/s320/DSC02042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nano at the side.&lt;br /&gt;She's just everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played around with eyeshadows like over sized 9 years olds and i made Shinano Chan look like a mermaid! I tried putting on red lipstick on her but she turned out looking like a tranny so we had to remove that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239806949900237218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SLeIqMRtOaI/AAAAAAAABCk/ujpHDp33mBg/s320/y1pTgUN9TGWHWzQ-fyFyz9fAPiSEgJqamSRYjfnHkuK4yXErcAxvqLDOVafC8KYXwiYDMGuzF4F5TY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ta-Da!&lt;br /&gt;Amateur work.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did'nt fail my Beauty Therapy Course for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep after that and this tak tahu malu punye makcik ransacked my closet and tried on my clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239806943058307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SLeIpyydqRI/AAAAAAAABCc/3bSR_-BhBgg/s320/y1pTf_LSC9A62VF-IwNvGqc8wM4fcV8xAshl2LtCXLM9hIjmxDbzISJ8iYF1vh3yjUWWeA3KST35Hw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239845734007663090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SLer7uVfafI/AAAAAAAABDM/4c2FMwSyAno/s320/y1pqYjII2SfUJqlVYHnxwgPyvTn6HB2QsUx4h9xqHZRBOdTyiwOLrzh9Zc1iX4NXUtuxyvjtlCl6ug.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Feeling2 lah ni.&lt;br /&gt;( Thanks ey. Aku suke kalau orang belom mandi try2 baju aku )&lt;br /&gt;(-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took 100 over pictures of herself during my power nap.&lt;br /&gt;I can show you more but there's ugly pictures of me sleeping on most of them so, NO.&lt;br /&gt;Enough ugly pictures of me sleeping circulating around Woodlands and god knows where else!&lt;br /&gt;*I will hate Taufiq forever for that picture of me sleeping in the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The boyfriend picked me up for dinner and we went to eat at Century Square. I went to get my all time favourite fishball noodles at Food Culture. It's been awhile since i went there. After dinner we went back to his beautiful and cosy house. I stayed in until the next day and it's nice doing that once in awhile since we're always going out. I love it when it's just the two of us sugar honey sexy baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the major mood swings this week.&lt;br /&gt;PMS-ing in progress.&lt;br /&gt;I won't do it again. I promise. Till next month that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, it's a Friday! Damn it. I just remembered that i have to work for half a day tomorrow. Nevermind. I get to rest after that, it's only half day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The fasting month is almost here i can feel the heat! PANAS. &lt;em&gt;*strucked by a lightning bolt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Isn't it fast? I am so excited for this Hari Raya because i have a boyfriend and we can matchy-matchy like every other "freak couples" as i call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fasting month! It has this different lovely kind of feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i can't stand is the awkward family dinner i have to sit through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok people i'm out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;Eat your hearts out this weekend everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But don't choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-1171441669328204868?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1171441669328204868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1171441669328204868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-what-hell-is-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SLeIqQwO9QI/AAAAAAAABCs/LFS9_clLvc4/s72-c/DSC03241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-2900392917213159126</id><published>2008-08-22T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:41:54.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy my nipples are about to burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My dad is in Bali and he won't be back in 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I  got a new job offer with better pay when i'm not even looking for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I just learnt something new at my workplace and it's going to look awesome on a resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Upcoming slumber party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The weekend is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus a little more stuff which i'm not going to write here because something's are better left unsaid. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the happy dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-2900392917213159126?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2900392917213159126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2900392917213159126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-so-happy-my-nipples-are-about-to.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-8721088180937022125</id><published>2008-08-11T11:33:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:59:41.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two awesome weekends in a row!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SPM_A0246-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0246-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's about time i update but i'm not going to write much because i know you superficial beings just want to see pictures. Shame on you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm at the point of my life where blogging isn't appealing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my ability to write.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plus the fact that i'm one major lazy bum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But fret not! I'm still going to update just don't pester me, pests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's just skip to the fucking pictures then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The other time i decided to find myself a decent pair of heels but as usual, i could'nt decide on which one and so i had no choice but to buy both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the hardships of being a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02976.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="472" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC02976.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were crying out my name. I could'nt just leave them lying there on the shelves helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;I kept running around the house in my heels the night i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;Shoegasmic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03043-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03043-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the boyfriend's new bike.&lt;br /&gt;I made him name it, "Princess."&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nadya, i don't have trouble going down the bike just that my heels were wobbly.&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it was a nice weekend though we got cheated and had to pay $92 for a dinner for 2 at Newton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was'nt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03034-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="609" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03034-1.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though later on in the night, i did try to vent out my anger at Kina by trying to hit her with an Evian water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Alright fine, i was high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03031-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="456" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03031-1.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed and made up.&lt;br /&gt;And i started to annoy the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03028-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="418" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03028-1.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when he always looks away from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;Can't we be the couple that loves to camwhore?&lt;br /&gt;So boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="679" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03015.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so confident that he was looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="544" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03014.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does'nt she know when to give up?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03025-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="383" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03025-1.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take a "candid" photo since boyfriend did'nt want to look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;It did'nt look convincing enough.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast my heels can be seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored with disturbing him and so i asked Kina to just take my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="570" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03017.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pretty and gracious la la la~&lt;br /&gt;( I was trying to hide my beer from the Starbuck's staff but after awhile, i realized that the huge 7-11 plastic bag was'nt helping at all )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="685" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03016.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of this boy even though he does'nt want to take pictures with me.&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you Amir Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="663" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03023.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending alot of time with this silly girl this month.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be an enjoyable 30 days ok? Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03020-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="605" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/DSC03020-1.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little late but, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Months&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more with each passing nano second.&lt;br /&gt;(Hah! You can't beat that.)&lt;br /&gt;You're the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SPM_A0293.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it with the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;Toodle-loo.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Tinggal.&lt;br /&gt;Chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'll fuck off now.&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/4481834253247519122-8721088180937022125?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8721088180937022125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8721088180937022125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-awesome-weekends-in-row-its-about.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-4055719558677982083</id><published>2008-08-09T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:54:38.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ola ladies &amp;amp; germs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home a few hours ago and i need to take a shower soon before some male skunk starts humping on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update when i have the time with pictures! I promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy National Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( Like you care )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-4055719558677982083?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/4055719558677982083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/4055719558677982083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/ola-ladies-germs-i-just-got-home-few.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-8379608262893322540</id><published>2008-08-04T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:40:11.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you know what's funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind making my life public because i'm a very open person and i really don't give a flying fuck about what people think. Because that's what people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think. People judge. People talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal. It's human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for you to intrude on someone else's privacy is just a whole other issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't turn your back around for a minute, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;You never know who's going to jam a knife straight up when you're not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-8379608262893322540?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8379608262893322540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/8379608262893322540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-know-whats-funny-people.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-6862667423763528127</id><published>2008-08-03T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:38:55.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a happy sticky person right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-6862667423763528127?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/6862667423763528127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/6862667423763528127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-happy-sticky-person-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-7892232029959358770</id><published>2008-08-02T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:41:19.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SPM_A0041-1-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/SPM_A0041-1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling under the weather on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3am last night feeling sore all over, my head can't stop spinning since then and i feel so freaking restless. It's all thanks to the smell of burnt incense and joss paper. The smell just makes me feel woozy especially when i'm at my workplace where the air is already polluted as it is and they just have to add on to the pollution by burning stuff. If this goes on i'm going to have a major pimple break-out fest. But who am i to complain so much. I need to respect other people's religion and practices and i certainly don't want to piss the ghosts off with my endless whinning and complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top things off, the motherboard left for work this morning without informing me. That leaves me super broke for today. I am so broke right now i can't even afford to pay attention! --&gt; Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite feeling sick and cash retarded, i still feel like going out today! Why oh why can't i just stay at home for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because! I have nothing to do at home. That is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to piss now. Please excuse me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-7892232029959358770?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7892232029959358770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7892232029959358770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-2295478467640126204</id><published>2008-07-30T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:02:31.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this really hot guy who just texted me to say that he can't wait for us to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-2295478467640126204?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2295478467640126204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2295478467640126204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-this-really-hot-guy-who-just.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-7196111699645989338</id><published>2008-07-30T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:45:51.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=260720082582-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/260720082582-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weekend update!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Original plans to exercise at East Coast eventually turned into pigging session at Newton.&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out session at Clark Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Visited his mum's new condominium apartment.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;- Headed to Expo where the boyfriend played with his new bike with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Quick drinks at Simpang Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the weekend even though things did'nt go according to plan. And boyfriend, you look so flippin hot on your new bike. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- MC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm finally back in the office and i feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Personal message to my haters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=300720082629-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/300720082629-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pass my number around for all i care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Unlike you, i can afford to get a new one with a snap of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Try something new. This is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Go on, create more fake accounts of myself online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be me but hey, it cracks me up to see you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Say what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I thank you for making me the center of your world.&lt;br /&gt;Now say it infront of me, coward.&lt;br /&gt;I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;You got dumped, now get over it you mentally retarded psycho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Stop embarassing yourself and i so know you're reading this loser.&lt;br /&gt;For cases like you, seek professional help.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this is one of my lazy updates but hey, i did update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye, i'm kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: If i was as pathetic as you, i would've killed myself a long time ago.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&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/4481834253247519122-7196111699645989338?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7196111699645989338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/7196111699645989338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-update-saturday-original-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-1064665673709608616</id><published>2008-07-26T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:15:34.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am one excited girl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday and i'm stuck at work until 3pm but it's ok. This only happens once a month as often as my crazy mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend will be picking me up later from work and i am pretty excited. His daddy just bought him a new bike (spoilt brat), DRZ and he promised me that i'll be the first person to ride it and of course i squealed like a pig. I can't help it! Not the squealing part asshole. I meant i absofuckingloutely find scramblers effin hot. For some reason i find that guys who ride scramblers exudes this bad boy vibe that's hard to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to be excited about is i'm heading to East Coast in a few hours and i'll be meeting my two most favouritest girls in the world for some girly sessions. But we'll try to keep the annoying girl talks and high pitched laughter minimal as the boyfriends will be present too and we don't want to bore and scare them to death. Or maybe we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down part about today is the weather does'nt look that promising but i'll keep hoping that Mr Golden Sun appears soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I mean it has to appear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is the first time Nirah, Kina and myself are going excersise together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERI TEPUKAN GEMURUH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-1064665673709608616?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1064665673709608616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1064665673709608616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-one-excited-girl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-1235690065958414421</id><published>2008-07-25T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:46:48.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just finished spending some quality time with the toilet bowl and i just thought i'd share it with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-1235690065958414421?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1235690065958414421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/1235690065958414421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-finished-spending-some-quality.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-692713051359548082</id><published>2008-07-24T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:33:37.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's look at this in a positive light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a reason why my history was deleted. Maybe it's time i let go of the past. Most of my entries were about my fucked up past relationship with a certain boy and how i spent my nights crying. Not to mention my "single" after period and how i dedicated my life to booze, partying, staying out everyday, skipping school and the worst part is skipping my exams. That was really fucked up. I ended up with nothing! I can't believe i screwed up my life just like that when i could've been doing something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that girl anymore. I'm not with that jerk anymore. I have a good job right now. And i'm going to continue for a private diploma soon, hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the past. I live for now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Amir Fareez.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4481834253247519122-692713051359548082?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/692713051359548082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/692713051359548082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-look-at-this-in-positive-light.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481834253247519122.post-2262715815332057421</id><published>2008-07-24T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:43:16.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=300720082612-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="601" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/feeeqah/300720082612-1.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hi, my name is Feeqah.&lt;br /&gt;With a silly click of a mouse button a few seconds ago, i accidentally deleted all the hardwork i put into blogging for these past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody just shoot me?&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninaccbfuckingly angry!&lt;br /&gt;I have no freaking archive now.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;All the memories i pain stakingly jotted down for years are gone now.&lt;br /&gt;Gone somewhere in cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot me, i said.&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/4481834253247519122-2262715815332057421?l=myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2262715815332057421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4481834253247519122/posts/default/2262715815332057421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myexperimentwiththetruth.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-my-name-is-feeqah.html' title=''/><author><name>You say i'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17332669095671493240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE4B5fK25Rg/SWayPEYN0eI/AAAAAAAABgI/qTEI9_Ku31M/S220/SPM_A0491-1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
