<?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-6538542</id><updated>2012-01-28T19:30:33.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-110286965467411342</id><published>2004-12-13T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:20:01.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. Have finally decided to blog once again. Took a family trip to India with the aunties and one uncle and one cousin. Man, it was so flipping fun! India's congested, filthy, smelly, dirty and yet, i somehow managed to like it. a lot It was really wierd, like just outside a 5 star hotel, you see people living on the streets. Sad, really. Seeing the beggars and the people living in the slums. Made me think about how lucky i actually really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the Taj Mahal. Daym! It's HUGE! For smt that big to be built during the 15th century or so, tts just.. wow. and to think it's a tomb. If only my husband would build me smt lidat ah. All the jokes may leena krishnan. but it was really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this one cab driver in Delhi, who would let go of the steering wheel and clap his hands, everytime he laughed. It was damn funny. Like ey! Oh! and never eat the boiled eggs there. I ate one and i ended up puking by the roadside, not bad ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was soo pretty in Kashmir! We stayed on the lake in a boathouse. So we had to ride these puny 'shikaras' tt took us to the land. The paddler kept rowing super hard, so if ya sitting at the end, you keep thinking your gonna fall into the freezing water. The view at the lake was breath-taking. Seeing the sunset and all. and lil' ducklings were swimming about, it was damn cute. Up on the mountains, the scenery was unimaginable. It was like out of a postcard or a stamp! We rode horses tt farted and caxed it's way up. Like, i didnt know horses farted? hahah. and the lil' kids in kashmir are shoooo cuteee la. They're all really tiny, but they wear layers of clothes to keep 'em warm, so they look like lil' clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how anyone finds their way ard Delhi, all the streets look identical. Especially in this place, Karol Bagh. terok la i tell you. This man came up to my uncle and said ' sirr, egg minute sirrr. look. magic!' And he let go of a rolled up belt. HAHAHA. only in India.&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching hindi &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; back to back, non stop, recently. It gets ya hooked, i swear. and btw... abhishek bachchan. my future husband. no stealing ah. fwuahh. he's so fine. okie okie. imma go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s, and i'd like to add im super smelly from all the rotten eggs i bathed in and my breath stinks cause i ate a truck load of garlic so shit face vampire's beware. and you don't wanna smell my feet, the things i walked in is content not suitable for this page. and i haven't showered since ever. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-110286965467411342?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/110286965467411342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/110286965467411342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_12_13_archive.html#110286965467411342' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-110024675374979958</id><published>2004-11-12T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T16:05:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Deepavali. was at my aunty's house the whole damn day yesterday. Which was pretty aiight i suppose. My cousin's wife's sister was there. She brought her kids with her. Man, they're the cutest lil' angels, like cherubs. They're such darling!! I swear. The girl, Anya, she's so damn pretty. She's gonna grow up to be a hindi actress. Her younger brother, Aryan, he's a handsome thang now. Gonna be the next Shah Rukh Khan. I think he knows he's good looking. Not too friendly there. Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate enough yesterday to last me a  lifetime. Seems like it. I love food on deepavali. I mean, i love food even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging anymore right now. So goobye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-110024675374979958?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/110024675374979958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/110024675374979958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_11_12_archive.html#110024675374979958' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109984629865257425</id><published>2004-11-07T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:51:38.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to catch 'The Princess Diaries' yesterday. Well we went on Friday actually, but there were no tickets. So came back super duper early on Saturday. Met Emily at 11. then met Sean for abit. Charmainey and Jeannie came later. twits. hah. Watched Shark Tales with my sister today. Damn, tt show is so bloody funny. It's really cool to see how creative these Dreamworks ppl are. Who would think of making a whale a car?or the billboards like those ya those in New York?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 'Kal Ho Na Ho' yesterday!!! Tt is one hell of a drama-ass love story im telling you. I swear. It is THE drama-est love story to end all drama love stories. So far. You see, there's this woman, Priety Zinta, i forgot her screen name. Well she and her mom live with her younger brother, her grandmother (the father's mom) and her sister. Whom everyone thinks is adopted. Her father committed suicide. The grandmother thinks it's the mother who drove him to his death, so she despises Preity Zinta's mother. Oh. and Priety Zinta has a best friend, Rohit. Saif Ali Khan. My new boyfriend. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they're all struggling with life in New York. This man comes along and changes their lives. He's Aman. (Shah Rukh Khan) He falls in love with Priety, but he doesnt tell her. and her best friend falls in love with her as well. He calls Aman to tell him. and Aman tries and matchmake them together. Rohit gets her for lunch to tell her how he feels. and she wants to say how she feels abt Aman. So she ends up saying the news first. Rohit's probably dropped 50734 feet, but he encouraged her to tell him. When she gets to Aman's house, she was abt to tell him when she sees this pic of him and another woman. he lies and says its his wife.  ahhh.  but then you learn through a conversation with his mother, tt he has heart failure, and he's gonna die. so he doesnt want her to be hurt and alone. So he wants to find her love so tt she'll be happy and have someone even after he's gone. and he's NOT MARRIED. tt was his frigging doctor!!! but she doesnt know tt now does she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she's heartbroken. and she still doesnt know tt Rohit loves her. So Aman finally manages to get them together, in a very nice way. Rohit and Priety Zintan are gonna get married already. and they bump into Aman's doctor. but they think she's the wife! and the whole truth comes out! and everything is like holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preity Zinta's neighbour, receives this letter and she thinks its from her crush. so Aman teases her abt it, takes it out of her hand wanting to read it. but when he reads it, its not for her, its for Preity Zinta's mother. and during all the drama, the fights between the mother and the grandma, Aman comes in tells the truth. that Preity Zinta's father had an affair, and the daughter who they all think is ADOPTED, is NOT!!! The mistress didnt want her, so the husband's wife took her in. and he cldnt deal with the guilt, so he committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aman finally dies. Rohit and Priety Zinta get married. Man. I love tt show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hokey kokeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109984629865257425?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109984629865257425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109984629865257425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109984629865257425' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109967260713992876</id><published>2004-11-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T00:36:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got let out of the house today! now miracles really DO happen. we were supposed to watch 'the princess diaries: the royal engagement'. but there were no tickets. So we'll just go watch it tmr. May will be out of the house for second consecutive time! clap clap clap. the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bitch of a mother. She found a postcard from Alicia. Ali is short of Alicia. We all know tt.  So Alicia signs off saying 'Love Ali'. I leave it on my table, and the next thing you know. My mother has it in her fucking hands. She thinks 'Ali' was literally a guy. Dumbass bitch. So now she thinks im hiding other stuff from her. Lord, I pray tt she doesnt find anything else. I'm fucking FOURTEEN woman!! I need a fucking life! one would think im gonna live in a nunery when im older. Sheesh. She makes everything i do, seem so sinful ya know. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109967260713992876?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109967260713992876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109967260713992876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_11_05_archive.html#109967260713992876' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109941246335339788</id><published>2004-11-03T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:21:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you would think tt my mother couldnt get anymore annoying. she floods me with never ending questions of pure stupidity. (which is probably an explanantion to MY stupidity sometimes). 'May why is the TV on?'; 'May Leena, why is the toilet light on while your in your room!'; 'May why are all the lights on?'; 'May Leena, how can you watch TV and use the computer at the same time?'; 'May Leena, why is the towel on the floor?'; 'May, why are you still sleeping?!' Gee Ma, and im supposed to and all o' tt. Geez. She annoys the living daylights outta me. and she's my mother. Man, I'll so go straight to hell for this. Dear God, please have mercy on my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is that miss chow's problem ah? LD during the holidays! Its the HOLIDAYS you anorexic looking woman! She and her facial spasms. Retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to 'ahem' and whoever else who thinks I'm with thomas. we are NOT together. thank you very much. for taking what seems like such a keen interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up timothy. you wait, you. swine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean, i AM at home. YOU'RE not. stay there forever la. cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot altar boy's beginning to look less hot. He looks a bit gay now. still hot non-the-less. Went for All Souls Day mass today. Ya know sometimes ya see people praying, and you wonder how come they've got so much to pray about, and i've got like... hardly anything. But if you think about it. there is actually a lot to pray for. The people you know, the people you dont know. the people you hear about. your friends. your family. those who've passed away. so there is actually alot to pray for. ya just needa start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's all excited about the results of America's elections, for some reason. Working in the newsroom might have smt to do with it, i suspect. But anyways, all these stupid politics. all the deceit and lies. which is pretty fun to watch on CNN every now and then. why would anyone wanna be involved with all of that anyway? Politics, i mean. maybe its power. or maybe coz it changes all the time. but then again, everything else does too. it's wierd ya know. having a job tt requires you to lie and backstab.&lt;br /&gt; I'll be off then. nite y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109941246335339788?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109941246335339788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109941246335339788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_11_03_archive.html#109941246335339788' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109929867278153605</id><published>2004-11-01T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:44:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was Halloween yesterday. Happy Halloween y'all. Anyways, everything on TV had to do with something horrific. Star World was showing 'World's Scariest Ghosts'. Star Movies was showing 'Underworld'. E! entertainment was showing 'E! True Hollywood Story: Linda Blair and Curse of the Exorcist'. I vowed never to watch any horror movies tt would leave me with sleepness nights. especially anything to do with The Exorcist. I watched the commercial when they were showing it on Channel 5. I nearly cried. So yesterday was the first time tt I saw Linda Blair's head turn 360 degrees and green bile shoot out of her mouth. Was watching the damn thing with a pillow and my hands over my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise tt this is just as scary coz this is all fucking TRUE! it's a damn documentary. How the story is based on a little boy who got possessed in a small town. How all these strange happenings happened on the set. and its all fucking TRUE dammit! Imagine being really possessed. Just the thought alone is enough man. I'll never live to see another day if i see a ghost or a spirit wandering. or either tt I'll spend the rest of my life in a convant as a nun. Praying every waking minute of my life. Well, i might. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109929867278153605?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109929867278153605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109929867278153605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109929867278153605' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109905911032878102</id><published>2004-10-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:11:50.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back results today. which were made up of pure shit. i swear. failed chinese, nothing new there. F9. hopeless la this one. The rest of the grades were all borderline and average. Dang. Got to work super duper hard next year i suppose. Bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sucha terok night yesterday. eeeeyer. Was supposed to go out after schoolie today. But was too tired. Decided to come home and sleep. which is all i ever do man. so we'll all just go out tmr yes! and FINALLY get my shoe. and i've got this craving for STEAK.  since forever. but no! Still havent eaten the damn cow yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day at school yes. and it was so depressing. everyone was all upset. for some reason or another. and Ms Tan happily talks for ONE AND A HALF HOURS! there we are, sitting on our numb asses, hoping she'll let us off for reason, but she decied to go on. and on. and on. and on. A bomb would drop and she wld still be going on. that woman ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and charmainey. Screw the short bastard. Number 1, he's short. Really short. Number 2, He's ugly. Really ugly. Number 3, He's a bastard. A real big one. Besides, it aint the end of the world, there's still "you-know-who" winkwink. And ya still got me yes. ((: Lubchewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109905911032878102?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109905911032878102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109905911032878102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_29_archive.html#109905911032878102' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109887492706366110</id><published>2004-10-27T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T19:02:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had cheerleading yesterday yes. Screwed it up. But sall good, we came in 4th. Anyways! Just got off the phone with Natasha. Morgan, tt is. I miss her sooooooooooo much. but she's changed alot as well. I guess we both have. She still knows when I'm depressed. And i dont even have to tell her! Not even the reason 'PMS' gets by her. and I think tt so totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at one today. didnt wanna go to school. most of the school probably didnt go anyways. Games Festival. hello. please ah. and tmr we're supposed to go to Changi Airport. for Maths. you're so kidding me. I wish you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin calls. Asks me if i wanna go to India. Yeah i wanna go! Abt time I go back to my ol' mama roots. haha. damn, i crack me up. It's abt time i get my ass out of here anyways. I wanna go to New York! All the people. the city and the bright lights. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokey kokes. Im outta here. get myself some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109887492706366110?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109887492706366110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109887492706366110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_27_archive.html#109887492706366110' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109863083365763136</id><published>2004-10-24T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:46:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Here we are, the two of us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Taking  this crazy chance to be all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We both know that we should not be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Coz if we’re found out, it could mess up both our happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=homes&amp;v=56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I hate to think about us all meeting up together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Coz as soon as I look at you it will show on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;They’ll know that we’ve been loving each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We can’t let ‘em know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We can't leave a trace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Secret lovers, that’s what we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We should not be together;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but we can’t let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Coz we &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=love&amp;v=56"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; each other so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sittin’ at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=home&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;, I do nothin’ all day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but I think about you and hope that you’re okie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hopin’ you’ll call before anyone gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=home&amp;v=56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wait anxiously alone by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=phone&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How could something so wrong be so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wish we didn’t have to keep our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=love&amp;v=56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; out of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Living two lives just ain’t easy at all;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but we gotta hang on in there or fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;In the middle of making &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=love&amp;v=56"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, we notice the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=time&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We both get nervous ‘cause it’s way after nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Even though we hate it, we know it’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=time&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; that we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We gotta be careful so that no one will know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heard tt song on the radio. so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109863083365763136?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109863083365763136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109863083365763136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109863083365763136' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109853260381161021</id><published>2004-10-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T19:56:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If someone asks you if you're angry,and you are, just say the bloody truth. Don't fucking give me attitude and the 'no la, I'm not' crap.For the love of god. Is it so hard to answer that truthfully? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be awake at 8, and be in school half an hour later. i only set one of my pathetic alarms, and it's either it decides to fuck up. or i just didnt hear it. and my mom nicely walks into my room at 0930, finally waking me up, and she goes 'May, you're friends are on the phone' Like holy shit, I'm late! and you don't bother waking me up. Way to go genius! Ended up going straight to town to meet charmaine and the rest. bought them lollipops coz i felt really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping! I wanted to buy every damn thing i saw. A bikini. the pefume. the bags. THE CLOTHES!! at the 'Forever21' shop.It a new outlet at Wisma. The clothes there are just soo damn fine! It's my second home. And the clothes from Guess? and the skirt from Zara. There's so much stuff i want! but there's so little money. damn. We watched the Forever21 Fashion Show. Where those gorgeous girls strut their stuff and all. They're all so pretty and they look so flawless. These are the kinds of things tt you come out of feeling so darn uglaye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's sick. And she's so grumpy now. grumpier than before. and i don't get in her way, i don't intend to, but she comes in MY way and she starts making noise. like shut up already. My dad's going through the male version of menopause. I swear. He's SOOO  grumpy and touchey, you wld think it was a woman inside or smt. And his mood swings are worse than mine. tt proves it. So i was telling 'em abt my dad while we were eating today. And Emily goes on abt how men's sperms dry up when they're at tt age. which happened to be my father's age. And tt's just sick la. I don't intend to know what happens with my father's deterioating sex life. ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is everyone at home so annoying? Apart from the fact tt it runs in the damn family. Is it 'Irritate May Day' or smt?! My dad's just going on, talking and talking and talking. And it's not ending! My sister thinks she's all tt. and she thinks she's so funny and smart. Reality check hon, you're not. Well not today at least. And my mom's back to asking her dumbass questions. 'May. do you want yesterday's mee? why are you still keeping it if you don't?' shut up ah, shut up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. I'm such a bitch. but boy am i good at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109853260381161021?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109853260381161021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109853260381161021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_23_archive.html#109853260381161021' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109844908456991071</id><published>2004-10-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T20:44:44.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a bloody cheerleader?! what the fuck did i get us into man? It was supposed to be fun. But screw tt. It was a pretty depressing day today. All those rubbish house meetings. Like seriously, who gives a shit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta wake up tmr morning at EIGHT, and head down to school. like come on! It's saturday. Gimme a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's sick. It's really wierd, her being sick. I mean, she's always the one who's fine, looking after me. I remember the last time my dad was sick. It was quite scary, and not just coz of the deafening sneezes. He looked so small all of sudden. and this is papa-jee we're talking abt.  Imagine the day when I'll have to look after them instead. It'll be so wierd ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie's still off in Thailand or Genting or wherever she went. Sometimes ya wonder who're gonna be your  friends in 10 years. but then, if ya know everything, then no fun already. I wanna know who I'm gonna get married to, or if I'll even get married in the first damn place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well aiight then. Im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109844908456991071?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109844908456991071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109844908456991071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_22_archive.html#109844908456991071' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109835705857835237</id><published>2004-10-21T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:03:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check this out man. funkaye shit. thanks nicky! (: And the last post was supposed to be posted on god knows when. but hey, it decides to turn up today. Rubbish la. These &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=computers&amp;v=56"&gt;computers&lt;/a&gt; so hate me, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=school&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; on monday and tuesday. damn shiok. waking up at anytime. was supposed to go to Ikea with my mom and sister. but was too lazy. it really DOES take a lot to get my ass &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=moving&amp;v=56"&gt;moving&lt;/a&gt;, i suppose. Went to watch 'Wimbledon' with Sean. was a pretty funny show. The streets in the &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=movie&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; look so nice and quaint. I wanna live there someday. All the nice buildings, romantic lights, friendly &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=people&amp;v=56"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt;. It'll be nice to experience tt someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Charmainey, Emily, Jeannie and Charlene after tt. Went shopping! all of us. bought some some stuff. saw a bikini, and my Nike shoe. and the clothes at Guess?. oh my god. I need &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=money&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;money&lt;/a&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the couch tt day, and she stepped on my belly. I nearly dieded. she was sleeping on me, and she wanted to find a comfortable spot. moron &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=dog&amp;v=56"&gt;dog&lt;/a&gt;. but she's so cute la. it's hard not to &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=love&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back exam papers. or most of it. and i passed my english!! considering i wrote the wrong question number and all tt, it aint that bad. My chinese still sucks. My compo's were terrible. "jing ran, wo de yan jing jian dao ta de'' direct translation: suddenly, my eyes met hers. HAHAHA! geez. and i wrote totally out of the point for my letter. It was abt my views on her chatting &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=online&amp;v=56"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;. but i wrote abt how meeting ppl through the &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=internet&amp;amp;v=56"&gt;internet&lt;/a&gt; is dangerous. and i went on abt 'lao nan shen'. hahahahahha. it's actually quite funny now though. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I passed my chinese oral!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have i said tt before? &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; THIRTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; okie! dont pray pray! passed by TWO damn bloody marks okie! and tts quite an achievement. it's a miracle actually, my whole chinese oral was half said by me, in english tt is, and the other half by my chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=love&amp;v=56"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; you. I don't know. It's hard. You got to choose someday soon, it can't go on forever like this. She's bound to find out, and i'll go mad. I probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta get my ass into the shower. Later then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Thanks nicky. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109835705857835237?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109835705857835237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109835705857835237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_21_archive.html#109835705857835237' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109794586725154430</id><published>2004-10-17T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:39:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my belly pierced yesterday. Charmainey and all didnt think I would do it. We were like 'where the hell is the shop man?' Then we find it and it looks all scary. And as im walkng, Emily's like 'oh my god, may, nono now, you get your butt back here right now'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny. They sit you down on the chair in this cubicle. and only 1 person is allowed to watch. but they all cldnt watch, so they were outside. He uses these tongs with a hole to pinch your skin, and all tt. he used some needle to pierce it right through. So you can actually feel it going through. I cldnt tahan, so i screamed. hahaha. then i stopped screaming and they thought i fainted. HAHAHA!! so funny la they. then i see this pic on the wall with a paper over it, not covered properly, and its a pic of a penis and a piercing. sheesh man. not pain ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good god, White Chicks is so god damned funny!! I swear. Like oh my god! so FRE-KEAKING AWE-SOME. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally bloody over. i never thought it wld end. i survived through it. be proud of me. It'll be amazing if my report card doesnt end up with Ds and Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokey kokey, Im outta here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109794586725154430?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109794586725154430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109794586725154430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109794586725154430' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109679186571694707</id><published>2004-10-03T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T16:24:25.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May can blog again. oh the joy. God, I hate the exams so badly, i swear. I'm actually pretty scared tt I won't do well. I wanna do well, yeah who doesnt. The funny thing is, i'm actually TRYING to do smt abt it. Not bad, quite an ahievement I dare say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's right. You're a scumbag. And I deserve far better than what I get from you. anyone would deserve better, but that's not the point now yes. yes. jolly good then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109679186571694707?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109679186571694707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109679186571694707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109679186571694707' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109669230361684114</id><published>2004-10-02T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T12:45:03.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can blog! Is this  a miracle or what?! Had my english paper the other day right. So screwed it up. I put the question down as 3, when i actually did 4. So basically i'm screwed. Went to tell Yousuff abt it, hopefully she'll do smt nice for ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tt night when my mom told my dad, he started shouting. And like geez man! Like i dont already know! At least say smt nice la! Moron never ever has anything nice to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaaron Tan thinks im a fucking lesbian pervert right now. I swear.  I was talking abt my cousin's grandma, how when my aunty rubbed oil on her chest, it was playing the harp. So i was doing the actions, like how it would be liked if ya played a harp with music on your chest. And she went 'May! can you stop touching yourself'. Sheesh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, i gotsta get going now. see you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109669230361684114?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109669230361684114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109669230361684114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_10_02_archive.html#109669230361684114' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109457433651229589</id><published>2004-09-08T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:25:36.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got &lt;u&gt;mayfever&lt;/u&gt; hahaz. &lt;s&gt;nickayee&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109457433651229589?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109457433651229589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109457433651229589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_09_08_archive.html#109457433651229589' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109456163378680949</id><published>2004-09-07T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T20:53:53.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NORA IS HERE TO INVADEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ACTUALLY NOT INVADEEEE. IM GONNA HELP MAY POST HER THINGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THING THING((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*LALALAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHE IS TAKING SOO LONGGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLEAHXX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MAYLOVES HER ONE AND ONLY BROTHER!HAHHAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IM BORED.LALALAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MY MUMS A NAG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHAHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHERE IS MAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BRB! WITH MAYS POST THAT IS(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Get this, my fucking computer won't let me blog. It bloody hell locks itself up. So i actually have to compose smt on another program, just to fucking post! Not only that, it takes 500 years just to open a page. Computers hate me, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. Supposed to get down to some studying. Not quite there yet. Did a teeny weeny lil' bit of maths. and tt was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw. you're a piece of fucking shit. the best part is, you dont even know it. how pathetic you can be. good god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was laughing so bloody hard today. My mom dropped smt on the floor while she was sitting on the chair. So she wanted to pick it up, without getting up. So she moved her body and tilted the chair, and she tilted TOO much, and she nearly fell over! and she screamed. HAHAHA! damn funny la. The whole family's going nuts. My dad's grumpy one minute, and high in the sky the next. Like what the hell?! You woman. He was looking for my grandma's cardigen, so he's in my room finding it, and the whole conversation went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Dad: 'May are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;                     Me : 'No, dad'&lt;br /&gt;                     Dad: 'Then are you angry?'&lt;br /&gt;                     Me: 'No, dad'&lt;br /&gt;                     Dad: 'Then what are you? are you angry? are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and the rest of the conversation is of himself and the 2 words 'angry' and 'hungry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tts why im like tt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEE!MAY LOVES ALL HER FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;                                       -    NORAS INVASION OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109456163378680949?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109456163378680949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109456163378680949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_09_07_archive.html#109456163378680949' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109448588762399050</id><published>2004-09-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:51:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*int&lt;strong&gt;ruder alert&lt;/strong&gt;*.. *&lt;strong&gt;intruder alert&lt;/strong&gt;* nicholas has entered the premises.. *&lt;strong&gt;intruder alert&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyy everybodyy ! i'm reallyy bored.. and i'm not may hahahaz !! i didn't hack.. no no i didn't.. i'm innocent hahaz.. bet may's gonna say i'm fulla sh!t when she reads this hahaz.. lalalaalalalaz.. time now iz 11.48.. yes and i have nothing to say.. haah.. well may says hi.. yes she does.. err.. and yeaah she can't blogg with her comp.. so sad.. everyone say aww.. *crowd* awww.. hahaz.. like i said i'm fulla sh!t ! haha.. i guess thatz it.. the end !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-may says bye bye ! no i'm just making that up.. yeaah but i guess she would.. yeaah.. byee ! -nickayee.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109448588762399050?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109448588762399050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109448588762399050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_09_06_archive.html#109448588762399050' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109444187793755949</id><published>2004-09-06T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T11:37:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing testing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109444187793755949?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109444187793755949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109444187793755949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_09_06_archive.html#109444187793755949' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109301366668332398</id><published>2004-08-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:54:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. Its friday. Time passes by so damn bloody fast. I still remember Monday, and everything tt happened. at lightning speed, i dare say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm losing my mind. I really need to change this blog la. Its getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie nvm. The other day, was talking to Priyanca during LD. Man! That girl is hilarious to the bloody core!!! I'm serious la. She was saying smth abt the moves, but i ended up hearing &lt;strong&gt;'There's a dude in my hair, but i don't know his name'&lt;/strong&gt; I thought she was telling me a line from a &lt;strong&gt;movie.&lt;/strong&gt; or smth. But it was damn bloody funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much in my mind to blog abt. And now its all gone. Wah, i hate tt feeling balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109301366668332398?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109301366668332398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109301366668332398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_08_20_archive.html#109301366668332398' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109255215656201910</id><published>2004-08-15T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T14:42:36.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to change my blog. It looks too sugar sweet. Nvm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways! Yesterday started out as a really good day. And then it all turned to watery shit. eew. Tt was gross. Well yeah. My point. Bad day man. Bad bloody day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went for catechism. Met Melvin, Michele and Jeremy. Made helluva noise outside the classroom. But was s'all good. Went to my aunty's place. Fell asleep on her bed. God, her bed is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEAVEN!!&lt;/span&gt; I swear. You cld sleep there &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FORVER&lt;/span&gt;.  Ahhh. Just the thought alone... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You really made me feel like an idiot. Feel so stupid. I mean, did I really think tt you cld ever even like me just a teeny weeny lil' bit? I guess i did. God knows why i thought tt way. But it made me happy for a bit. And thks for tt moment of happiness you brought. Thks for making me feel special. Making me feel as though I was one of kind. Even if I really am not.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, its just nice to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; FEEL&lt;/span&gt;. But sadly, the feeling doesn't last forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109255215656201910?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109255215656201910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109255215656201910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109255215656201910' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109241265235394893</id><published>2004-08-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T23:57:32.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seanny boy wants an entry. For me to pledge my &lt;strong&gt;UNDYING &lt;/strong&gt;bloody love for him. hahaha. Yes seanny boy. you are the BEST HUSBAND one could ever ask for. What, with blowing your air bubbles in your lil' fishy bowl, your working mighty hard to support the rest of us yeah. Our future-screwed-up- alienated-looking children. HAHAHAHAHA!  aiight sweets, my entry on ya's done. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aiight. Its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY the 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! So fucking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; man. I swear. Wah piang zeh. So yeah. Mrs Yousuff is sucha &lt;strong&gt;BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;! i mean seriously. She's just got this face ya wanna give one tight slap! she actually asked Jamie if she was straight. Like, woman! none of your fucking beeswax!!! And she can still say 'If ya need anything, I'm always here, you can let me know'. The only she can do, is to get bloody lost. Bloody hell man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2/5's a got a surveillance camera in their classroom. Habis man. God knows what the hell they've been doing. We can't find a camera in our classroom, maybe its hidden though. Shit. But anyways! im off to bed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nites.&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/6538542-109241265235394893?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109241265235394893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109241265235394893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_08_13_archive.html#109241265235394893' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109187514856339644</id><published>2004-08-07T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:39:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh alamak. I forgot to state why i thanked her. Coz she helped me with the blog. But the links arn't working dammit! Aiyah, nvm la. No big deal. thks anyways brother. ((:  Yeah, we're known as&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;BROTHERS&lt;/span&gt; now. no more brudder/sista cock all.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for the time to pass. Gonna head on down to my aunty's place. Go there every bloody week. But hey, s'all good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, am off now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109187514856339644?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109187514856339644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109187514856339644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_08_07_archive.html#109187514856339644' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109185689252702975</id><published>2004-08-07T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T13:34:52.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;time since I last blogged. Lazy ah. And just yesterday, when i finally decide to blog, the stupid internet explorer decides to fuck up. It still is btw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mumsies is out at a funeral. 2 of her friends died. God. Why is everyone dropping like flies? And notice how it's always the good ppl tt die. The ppl tt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOULD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;die, tend to go on living for what seems like forever. sigh. Life really is not fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My parents are so gonna fuck me upside down man. I failed my chinese... i got a fucking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! and i got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6/25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for geog. Maths is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fail. Like what the hell man. Its abt bloody time i start studying. But its so hard, to sit still and concentrate on doing just &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;thing. sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dassit la. May must start studying.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;MUST MUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyah. Exams and tests suck la I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKSY BROTHERRR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thks Nora/Brudder/Sista! (: You da best! Well anyways, I'll be back soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109185689252702975?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109185689252702975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109185689252702975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_08_07_archive.html#109185689252702975' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109060282240411116</id><published>2004-07-24T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T01:13:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend, and she said the other day how she cldnt imagine living the day tt someone thought she was in normal acadaemic. Well she said it along those lines.&amp;nbsp; We used to be really close, but ever since she said tt, my attitude towards her has changed. Alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ppl think coz thy got the grades, they got everything. When i actualy fact, they dont. Thy prolly lack everything else tt really matters.&amp;nbsp;I feel sorry for those kinda ppl. Honestly. Poor things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are cursed. I swear. Or at least, I am cursed at the very least.&amp;nbsp;Had major cramps the other day. Oh my god! It was damn terok. Was up the whole night throwing up. And everytime i laid back down, I found myself needing to puke AGAIN. Why can't&amp;nbsp;I have normal periods without pain? Sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a blob of lard right now, actually for the past few days. Damn disgusting. Fats spilling out of the sides of the chair. Eeeew. Damn sick ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's turning 21 tmr. So bloody fast. The last time i remembered, he was in the army serving his NS. Time passes by so very fast. I guess tts why we shld treasure each moment as it passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, im off now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109060282240411116?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109060282240411116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109060282240411116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_07_24_archive.html#109060282240411116' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-109006258273129494</id><published>2004-07-17T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T19:09:42.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow. This font is pretty big huh. Well at least here. Anyways. Went for cathechism today. We are on the topic of 'Sexual matters'. As usual, they stressed the importance of not having pre-marital sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It makes sense though, why we shldnt be doing it freely. Its total disrespect for your body, and your partner's. Imagine, by the time your married, you'd have fucked god knows how many guys or girls, and your partner prolly wont even know. And what if you DO end up getting pregnant. Wldnt tt ruin your life? Especially if your young and studying. Having an accidental baby would disrupt all your beeg future plans. And in my opinion, aborting the baby isnt a very good option either is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing isnt it, how a few seconds of pleasure can conceive a life, and change everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well anyways, Im off to my aunty's house. Wanna eat some good food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-109006258273129494?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109006258273129494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/109006258273129494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_07_17_archive.html#109006258273129494' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108999709831668698</id><published>2004-07-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:58:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh looky here. There's this new fonts option. Pretty cool stuff.&amp;nbsp;Can make some words ginormous and some micro-mini. funky isnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daddy bought this chocolate. Cadbury with peppermint filling.&amp;nbsp; and good god! its heaven! Its majorly addictive. Cant stop eating it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've actually been doing my homework. Properly at tt! Isnt tt good? This had better help in my finals man. If not ah, habis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For the first time in what seems like forever, i actually felt like i had a real family. Wierd isnt it. You live with your family for (in my case) 14 years, but never really felt like a family. Everyone did their own thing, never really bothering. Sort of. Its as though, the days when i was a lil' kid are back. When everything was nice and perfect. My dad actually called the other day to tell us he wld be back late. Since when did he do tt?! Not tt he was a bad dad, just tt he nvr did things like tt ya know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ya know, tt day, i was thinking abt abortion. And its really evil. The baby gets torn in pieces. And think abt it, it doesnt get the chance to stand up for itself, coz its soo tiny. whats worse is tt its INNOCENT! it din do anything. Its probably alive coz of YOUR own mistake. Not tt the foetus is a mistake. Your action was, not the baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Imagine, the baby, if only given the chance to live, cld be some great&amp;nbsp; leader in the future. Someone who cld do smth revolutionary. But if its life is taken away, then the rest of the world wont ever know what cld have happned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sigh. Oh well. Nth we can do abt it. Singapore made a fucked up&amp;nbsp;decision by making abortion legal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyhoos. Getting sleepy. Guess I'll update some other time. ta. &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/6538542-108999709831668698?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108999709831668698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108999709831668698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_07_17_archive.html#108999709831668698' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108955389432146639</id><published>2004-07-11T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T21:51:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DANCE AND DRAMA NIGHT WAS GREATTT!!! Well i think i opened the curtains on time. Hopefully i did. We screwed up opening the curtains during rehearsal tt day. So when it was the real thing, we were damn fucking scared. But oh well, Steph din yell at me, so i guess me and Izza did aiight. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fucking freezing in the auditorium man. Din have a proper meal yesterday, at all. Meals were basically just chips and all. But oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for this talk at church today. On pre-marital sex and abortion. Saw a video on abortion. Dead babies. Torn apart. That scarred my mind man. But i guess, it stressed the importance of not having pre-marital sex. Shan't go into tt yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May's happy today. May dont quite know why. but oh well. feels nice to be happy. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ready for school then. tata. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108955389432146639?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108955389432146639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108955389432146639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108955389432146639' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108938251670269286</id><published>2004-07-09T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T22:15:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God. Today is so not my day. Not really. Managed to skip classes to go for LD. Tt was pretty cool. Went to SCGS. Opened curtains. Freezed my tits off. Tt was damn terok la. Finished rehersals after 0700. Tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really moody. Am in the 'dont fuck ard with me' mode, for some reason. Maybe its PMS. Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all fucked up with the tix. Long story. Ppl got pissed with me for tt. And then everything just fucked up even more from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill acting pissy and all, is not really helping. Maybe I'll go talk to her or smth. But maybe if I do, she'll say all I think abt is myself. Ya know, ya gotta think abt these things before ya open your mouth sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MAYBE they do have a right to be pissed. considering what a beeeeg bitch i can be most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108938251670269286?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108938251670269286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108938251670269286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_07_09_archive.html#108938251670269286' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108921233210862306</id><published>2004-07-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:58:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost 50 bucks. AGAIN! How suay is tt?! Terrible. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a dead kitten the other day. It wasnt just dead. It's eye ball was popped out. I was traumatized man! Left me thinking abt how fast it takes for you leave this world; and how damn bloody long it can take just to get you out! Quite amazing isnt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty upset nowadays. Been having having major mood swings. To the extreme. Been really negative abt some things as well. But I'll look on the brighter side, and i'll be aiight. Then the not-so-bright side comes up again. Its tiring. Sorta like a cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying part. I dont quite know what I'm upset abt. Can't really put my finger on it. Which really sucks, to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to feeling down in the dumps. Goodness. Im certain its a phase though. Hopefully it'll be all over soon. Real soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance and Drama Night's this Sat. Im the CURTAINER. *background music* what if i dont open the curtains right ah? good god. The horror! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had better head on to bed now. Nighty Night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. your a fucking lousy friend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108921233210862306?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108921233210862306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108921233210862306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_07_07_archive.html#108921233210862306' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108896411750394897</id><published>2004-07-05T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T02:01:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Din think abt going online till abt Friday. And just when you want to, the damn computer crashes on me dammit! Rebooted the damn thing. and now all my files are lost. Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the CHIJ Arts Fest. Was aiight. The cheerleaders did really good though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot happened. Had it in my mind, but Im too damn lazy to type it all down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Gonna watch the match then. Goobye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108896411750394897?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108896411750394897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108896411750394897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_07_05_archive.html#108896411750394897' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108802082509660885</id><published>2004-06-24T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T04:00:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. I'm such an idiot. Why. why. why. Do I really bother? Or is it just some sort of instinct, that I'm supposed to?!?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108802082509660885?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108802082509660885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108802082509660885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_24_archive.html#108802082509660885' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108783827366696838</id><published>2004-06-22T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T01:17:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting in front of the comp. Just waiting for time to pass. Waiting for something to happen. Anything. well not ANYTHING... but at least something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored of my wits here. thomas and all are playing gunbound. A lotta ppl are asleep or on the phone. And tt just pretty much leaves me here. Very much alone. But tts cool too. Gives me time to think. The problem is when I start thinking too much. and start to scare myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's friend died the other day. At the tender age of 26. He had a whole life ahead of him. He could have gotten married, settled down with kids and have a job. If he din have tt, he would be somehow enjoying life, or at the very least... living it. But now all tts been taken away from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's best friend, she's got cancer in the liver. And she'a a really good person. And she of all ppl, does not deserve to die. Only a miracle can save her now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is God taking away the good ppl? Ppl who own filthy hands tt end innocent lives, they definitely dont deserve to live when compared to all these other good ppl. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're back. I'll see yall then... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108783827366696838?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108783827366696838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108783827366696838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_22_archive.html#108783827366696838' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108767604286606339</id><published>2004-06-20T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T04:14:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back from Jilly's ard 12. Wanted to stay. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Parents seem happy together. Maybe they're inspired from the &lt;br /&gt;wedding they just went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Tv at Jill's house. Had this whole foto shoot. With some 'New York'&lt;br /&gt;background. When its actually juz braddell hill. Damn funny. &lt;br /&gt;Jilly made milo. We went nuts after tt. &lt;br /&gt;God. Laughed so hard, my insides could have died i swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiighty. Nitey nite. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108767604286606339?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108767604286606339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108767604286606339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108767604286606339' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108764082268722939</id><published>2004-06-19T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T18:27:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back a while ago from town. With Jilly. &lt;br /&gt;Damn fun la. Went shopping. Bought a top and a dress&lt;br /&gt;from Chaos. Whoop ti doo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to American Club for lunch. Good god. &lt;br /&gt;Considering what we had, man! We wont have to eat for another &lt;br /&gt;freaking 50 days!! Bloody hell. Was a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool side was 'Reserved for Morgan's party' &lt;br /&gt;So we had to eat at the restaurant upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;Behave well and all tt. Talk in voices so soft, &lt;br /&gt;they would think you were talking to the ants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents going for a wedding in a bit. &lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Jilly's house. &lt;br /&gt;God, I'm so bloody sleepy. I could fall alseep right here right now. &lt;br /&gt;But I wont la. Im awake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight. Im off now. See yall. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Papa's day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108764082268722939?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108764082268722939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108764082268722939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_19_archive.html#108764082268722939' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108738977491024873</id><published>2004-06-16T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T20:42:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the pool with Jilly again today. &lt;br /&gt;Saw these 2 mighty fine dudes. I swear. Woooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly this group of munjen guys come. &lt;br /&gt;They think they damn cool all. Fucking annoying &lt;br /&gt;assholes la they. Make so much noise. Which technically, &lt;br /&gt;we din understand, coz it was in chinese. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 dudes, me and Jill were looking at them like they &lt;br /&gt;were aliens. Kinda hoping they wld shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;But nooo! Morons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Bloody friendster cocking up in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Bastards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108738977491024873?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108738977491024873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108738977491024873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_16_archive.html#108738977491024873' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108715647591639058</id><published>2004-06-14T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T03:54:35.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its half time. Bloody England scored. Bet with Sean. He's supporting England tonight. 10 bucks a goal difference. or however you put it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil sleepy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with thomas and sean. and we're all so god-dammed tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sneezed! someone's thinking of me! awww. Head pain now. shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108715647591639058?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108715647591639058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108715647591639058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_14_archive.html#108715647591639058' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108713752223710288</id><published>2004-06-13T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:38:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Up waiting for the France-England match. Supporting France for this match. Dont fancy the England squad. A bunch of snobs I tell ya. They win one major match, they think they've won the whole championship. Crazy buggers. Supporting Portugal overall though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thomas says his mom's making him move to Australia. Till his done with university. I dont know if its some shit prank. Or if he's really telling the truth. Will find out soon i guess. And why the hell is everyone going to Australia?! Natasha, my best friend, is there too. Like, what the hell?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its as though everyone's moving away. Jilly's going back to Ang Mo Kio. Its still in singapore, but we're not in the same estate anymore. I cant call and go 'Jilly, wanna go for a tan' or 'Jilly, wanna come over and watch Operah' Aww tt sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Bend It Like Beckham. Frigging hilarious I'm telling ya. All these punjabi ppl dancing ard London. hahaha! Sheesh. Just the thought alone is funny. hahaha. Goodness. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108713752223710288?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108713752223710288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108713752223710288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108713752223710288' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108698217340802452</id><published>2004-06-12T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T03:29:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its 0306 in the morning now. Waiting for Ronald Reagan's burial. Was a really grand funeral. Like those royal ones. Its amazing how in the blink of an eye, your dead. Tessa was saying tt there's really no point trying to cheat death, there's no point, coz our time aint up yet. Its all up to the big guy up there. And she's right. Cheating death, its worse than death itself. Well, death isnt tt bad im sure. Just depends if your a good person on earth i guess. and if your prepared for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the pool with Jilly today. Got a tan. Not a full one coz Jilly kept wanting to go back in the pool. Suddenly her cousin turns up, and she's like 'what the hell?'. Saw Bosco at the clubhouse. Like wht? Has god decided to humiliate us in our swim suits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pretty upset and annoyed. Trying not to think abt it. But the situation keeps arriving right smack in my face! As though to intimidate me on purpose. And its really upsetting. When i forget abt it, it comes back.  A lot like when you fall FINALLY fall asleep when you think your eyes will never shut; but suddenly, someone comes in and pours a bucket of iced-water on your head. Gosh. Din think it would affect me this badly. Warned myself abt it. Told myself the friendship wasnt gonna last. Like how it usually never does. But stubborn ol' me, didnt listen. thought I could handle it all. Guess I deserve it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108698217340802452?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108698217340802452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108698217340802452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_12_archive.html#108698217340802452' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108687115965591363</id><published>2004-06-10T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T20:39:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wouldnt it be nice if I were an animal. i wouldnt have to care abt anything. Just my food. And a place to stay. Life would be so simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were a tiger or a lion. I would probably be fearless. Like how you see em. Sitting proudly on a rock. Waiting for food to walk by. you step in my way, I'll bite your ass off. Cool huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a monkey. I could steal people's stuff, and not go to hell. Eat bananas. Swing from tree to tree when i'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on with all the animals i could be. But shant do tt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jilly called. Made me feel so much better. She's still my best friend la tt punk-ass bitch. I know i can get into whatever shit. She'll tell me what a bitch i've been and all tt. but at the end of the day, i know she's got my back. and i got hers. ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's different is tt she gives me a slap in the face just when i need it. And if she needs one too, she knows she'll get it. yeah. thxx babeh! Love you lotts! Mwuahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108687115965591363?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108687115965591363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108687115965591363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_10_archive.html#108687115965591363' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108678868294845219</id><published>2004-06-09T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:44:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like an idiot. No joke. I actually thought tt we could be good friends. What the fuck were you thinking May? I mean seriously. It always happens. Ya think ya found a friend. Could be pretty close and all. Be there to share the good times and the bad. Apparently not. The friend finds ANOTHER friend. and the next thing you know. your history. Its as though all the friendship just evaporated into thin air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend doesnt even acknowledge your fucking presence anymore. Be it online. Or anywhere. You try to start a conversation, only to be answered with meaningless phrases like 'okie' 'nothing'  and 'haha' and all tt crap. As though in a hurry to shut you up or just for the sake of responding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you could be upset, and the friend wouldnt bother, as in the past the friend would. The only time the friend talks to you, is when boredom has arisen. And the fake act of pretending to care about what happens in your life. When in fact, the questions of concern is just to kill time. And mayb even so tt you wont bear a grudge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its my fault tt people drift away from me. I am after a all, a constant whiner. And never of much use. Engaging myself and others in other pathetic and highly useless conversations. Which only seem to amuse me, not the other party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm possibly being too sensitive. Getting myself carried away in all this confusion. If I am. Then by all means,  shut me up. I wouldn't mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now. It just really hurts to think tt you're friendship to someone is worth a pathethic nothing. That you could die tomorrow, and those who you thought were friends, wont even show up for your funeral. tts somethig I'll never know yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to tessa: Woman. I dont think there's anything wrong with my tag board you kuku nut. Its juz you. :) Hope you had fun at your 'family outing'. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108678868294845219?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108678868294845219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108678868294845219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_09_archive.html#108678868294845219' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108670056670941815</id><published>2004-06-08T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:16:06.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody shit. Accidentally banged my head on the sink. &lt;br /&gt;Fucking hurts now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the vet for doggie. Poor nai. Got some infection.&lt;br /&gt;Again. sigh. And her heart valves arnt beating very strong.&lt;br /&gt;and as she grows older, she'll prolly show more signs &lt;br /&gt;of tiredness. and she'll be on long term medication. tt &lt;br /&gt;sucks. so yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this someone. used to be close. but he has found a new&lt;br /&gt;friend. &lt;br /&gt;how jolly ah. it kinda sucks. but oh well. will get over it. &lt;br /&gt;am being totally ignored now. nvm. screw tt crap bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head pain ah. cannot tahan. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108670056670941815?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108670056670941815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108670056670941815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_08_archive.html#108670056670941815' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108662845584152628</id><published>2004-06-08T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:14:15.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah tt was Tessa. She's my TANGICHI la deyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah tess. only YOUR world will float. ya know what. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Just MAYBE. its called a FLOOD! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah babe. its juz YOU and ME against the world.&lt;br /&gt;WE against the world. &lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea what these 2 posts are abt. &lt;br /&gt;Tts aiight. Coz chances are, we dunno much either. &lt;br /&gt;hahahah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitez. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108662845584152628?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108662845584152628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108662845584152628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_08_archive.html#108662845584152628' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108662781850931470</id><published>2004-06-08T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:03:38.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOEEEEEIIII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-invasion of the black people.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly black la.. but CAN DOO.&lt;br /&gt;weeeheeee! its happy shopping day tomorrow! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS MAY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free?&lt;br /&gt;no, not free you stoopid dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;happy?&lt;br /&gt;YES, HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;sad?&lt;br /&gt;no, not sad.&lt;br /&gt;happy? &lt;br /&gt;YES HAPPY. wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD, for i have come. and the sea will float on water for a bagillion days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you tangichi! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108662781850931470?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108662781850931470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108662781850931470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_08_archive.html#108662781850931470' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108653552127233792</id><published>2004-06-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T23:25:21.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is pure bullshit la I swear. My stupid kazaa program wont open. And all my files are probably lost, AGAIN. Damn terok I tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, juz got home a while ago from my cousin's place. Debbie's. Went shopping with papa-jee yesterday!! Wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. Really. Bought some clothes. Not much though. Sall good. Went to my aunty's house at night. Watched 'Dead End' there. This fucking scary movie. I nearly died of a heart attack juz watching the damn thing. So we watched '50 First Dates' after tt. Damn funny balls! Pretty sweet show. I mean. Hell! I wldnt have patience if my boyfriend lost his short-term memory. Oh! There's this guy, Tom, with a 10 second memory. Its damn funny. He'll talk talk talk then after 10 seconds... 'Hi, Im Tom'. hahaha. And this other guy has kids with names like 'Mokokokokakanuna'. Who the fuck gives their child names like tt?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. then went back to Deb's place after the 2 movies. Poor girl had to clean Muffet's cax. Yeah, she's got a new dog. A lil' Golden Retriever. She's white-ish. They call her Miss Muffet. Muffet for short. So they've got 2 dogs now. Sasha and Muffet. Really cute lil things. The next morning (yes, morning. sigh), we all went to East Coast beach. Skye, aneh's dog, went along too. And only my aunty will bring bloody fruits to the beach! madness. So the dog's were swimming. Damn cool. Stylo sial. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny! This chinese couple, well i think they were a couple, although she looked like she could be his mom. Well, it was gonna rain la, and these 2 chinese nuts, took out their sun-tan lotion, rub here, there all. And we're thinking, what bloody tan they wanna get?! And just then, it started to drizzle. Bloody crackpots la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I go back to Deb's house. And my mom calls and asks me to follow Kel and Deb to church. So i'm like yeah okie. The thing is. May has no extra clothes. So the sun comes out. I wash my shorts and tee and hang it out to dry. I change into my cousin's clothes, and we fall asleep. One would have thought we didn't sleep in days know. so we wake up late. I dunno what time, but Kel's like 'Debbie! May! hurry up! we late for mass!' But my bloody clothes were still not quite dry. So shits. I ironed it. Hoping tt the heat would help the dampness. It worked on the shorts. But my tee was still really wet. so was my bra. The horror. So i borrow this really big shirt from Deb. Wore my shorts, wet my hair and went for mass. I just woke up. Very without a bra. Hair's in a mess. Eyes are puffy from juz waking up. For the love of god, pls remind me to bring extra clothes when im staying somewhere. Damn terok ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So May's sleepy now. Nitey nite. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108653552127233792?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108653552127233792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108653552127233792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108653552127233792' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108615777543435609</id><published>2004-06-02T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T14:29:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;And then you say hello&lt;br /&gt;And I can hardly speak&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating so&lt;br /&gt;And anyone can tell&lt;br /&gt;You think you know me well&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know the one&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of you at night&lt;br /&gt;And longs to kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Longs to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am just a friend&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the art of making love&lt;br /&gt;No my heart aches with love for you&lt;br /&gt;Afraid and shy I let my chance go by&lt;br /&gt;The chance that you might love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;And then you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;Oh you will never know&lt;br /&gt;The one who loves you so&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. such a nice song. I obviously didnt come up with the words. Its from Jann Arden- You don't know me. Kinda gotta lotta meaning for me. Well yes. Another day going by. With nth to do. Gonna watch Harry Potter tmr with Jilly. wooo. Been a loooong time since we've gone out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins have forgotten me. Seriously. Except Debbie. She's stuck beside me through the shittiest of times. Oh welll. Long story there. sigh* Its amazing how fast things change ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight. need to take a shower now. See yall. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108615777543435609?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108615777543435609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108615777543435609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_06_02_archive.html#108615777543435609' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6538542.post-108589752601711550</id><published>2004-05-30T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T14:12:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the holidays finally begin. And I have no either what to do during tt one mth. Probably need to get some studying done, or everything will be forgotten, then habis balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's acting all wierded. And its freaking me out. I dont know if she's pissed, sad or what the hell is going on?! I come online and my Godbrother has to tell me where she's been! Her bloody daughter doesnt know, and my GODBROTHER knows?! Well she was at my godma's house yesterday. Like what the hell are you doing there woman?! With your phone switched off the whole fucking day?!?! I hate my mom when she's lidat. *REWIND* -stop- I hate EVEN MORE when she's lidat. Ya know I shld start purposely acting like tt towards her. See what she does. Arghh. She's a pain my blooody arse i tell ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now tt I know where she was and all. I ask her. To see wat she says. And tt shit-ass-bitch lies to me! Does she really think I'm THAT stupid?! God! She's a fucking munjen with a fucked up attitude problem. I seriously do not know how anyone can stand her?! Except all her lil' friends. I mean, i know my dad and my mom are so over. The only reason she's not getting a divorce is coz of her religion and coz of me. My sis is old enough (though she might not act like it) And my sis isnt on good terms on my mom for various reasons. And now there's me. I honestly do not know if i shld feel sorry for her or what to feel at all! Reading all this, makes me feel kinda sorry for her. But i suddenly slip outta tt 'sorry' mode, and she's like my enemy again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep complicating my thoughts of everything. Its so sickening. Everything is complicated coz I make it so. Its as though, I cant not complicate things ya know. As though i was born with it. Ah shits and nuts. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6538542-108589752601711550?l=potsandpans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108589752601711550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6538542/posts/default/108589752601711550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potsandpans-.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108589752601711550' title=''/><author><name>may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059275999572816885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
