<?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-5701913</id><updated>2011-07-15T08:42:01.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>women = TROUBLE</title><subtitle type='html'>----------</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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worked. i met up with old buddies. i baked cookies and pies. i demanded a treat (at secret recipe) and sheep-thing frm my lovely jenny and got it.( though she snatched ah yang hm and only to promise to return it to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/111357763449916649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=111357763449916649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111357763449916649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111357763449916649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-had-constructive-week-i-finished-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-111273209934795162</id><published>2005-04-06T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T04:22:19.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>most of the time i will cringe when i look at photographs (with me). its either that i look too scary or its because im afraid of the memories. sometimes i might laugh. maybe i shouldnt look at pictures or be such a photo whore but yet when i wanna look back to my teenhood, i do not have much pictures (other than teenyweeny fading neoprints ) which makes me wonder/try my best to recall - how was </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-111246770214717174</id><published>2005-04-03T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T02:48:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday, April 01, 2004 nothing can perk up my day like getting a B for something that is called computing mathematics 2 test 4. :)and i thought a C for Test 3's a miracle.i think i should not include round 2 n 3 (refer yest's post), cos i lost badly again, though she thought i won. :P i wish things are just simpler!met candy yest for corn session, ikea, wings and basically sitting around. last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/111246770214717174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-111238338469014982</id><published>2005-04-02T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T04:02:15.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lost in jurongwith 24 hour coffeeshops spourting all over. i realised im having supper with my friends quite often these days. met up with wei, and we "got lost" in jurong! haha. ya.. 2 jurong kids driving ard the area that they lived in the past decade.. i think im just so damn bad in directions as i have always depended on others to navigate ard.. couldnt find the carpark for my blk 651 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/111238338469014982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>self inflicted painchar siew or roast pig, tts what my brother started to call me.the sleepless night is solved by playing mj at robert's with HL and WL so i can concuss after that.and i cant live without aloe vera gel!no more sentosa-outings for some time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/111193318708327856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=111193318708327856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111193318708327856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111193318708327856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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up the coffee cup with my handswhich used </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/111156968569974844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=111156968569974844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111156968569974844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111156968569974844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/03/sorry-for-debugging-error-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-111133505475401006</id><published>2005-03-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:45:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prevention is better than cure. A lesson learnt when young - do not regret if you know beforehand what's to happen (translated literally)at the slightest itch i had gone overboard by buying lots of herbal tea, oldenlandia water, cooling water, avoided fried food but in the end im still struck with the horrible sore throat. Accompained with flu and cough. how nice. Despite that i went for work and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/111133505475401006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=111133505475401006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111133505475401006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111133505475401006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/03/prevention-is-better-than-cure.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-111081527349461226</id><published>2005-03-14T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:26:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lett and keny finally came back after a 3-week rendezvous (SIN-goldcoast-MELB-SYD-goldcoast-SIN).phew! and what should i do when they are back? go munching for deeply missed local fares, of course!a very tanned and happy vegetable.Maggi goreng here we come!my iced teh-cinno. the indian version of nice tea latte.why do i feel an impending sore throat?check out the stuffs lett got for me frm aus! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/111081527349461226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=111081527349461226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111081527349461226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111081527349461226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/03/lett-and-keny-finally-came-back-after.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-111024816257158018</id><published>2005-03-08T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:25:58.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>irritating brother of mine won a Motorola 3G phone. His buddy and him signed up for a draw in which they have to insist why they should be chosen to test use the phone.and best of all..they can keep the phone after the 30-day trial. So he will be spending most of his time video-conferencing with his buddy. oh well..the lucky ducky showing off his free motorola E1000the picture does not do the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/111024816257158018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=111024816257158018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111024816257158018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/111024816257158018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/03/irritating-brother-of-mine-won.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-111015814738933810</id><published>2005-03-07T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T10:48:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on sat night. work  was hectic cos i was the only person handling the indoor restaurant. but nevertheless, fun. with freeflow of concoctions, for us. i met an irritating table of 4 guys who tested my patience till im at my wits' end. firstly, when i told them that lamb shank and turkey sandwich aren't available.they got up to leave cos "damn, its just what they wanted to eat" but it turned out to</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110969381764328103</id><published>2005-03-02T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:16:57.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shallow stuffstoday i enjoyedbuying clotheshaving my haircut getting free coffeebean drinks (classmate works there)weird that stuffs like this can make my day.yet these days im having this weird feeling cosits gg to be the end of year 2 and im moving on to my final year in 2 weeks time.cheers to that.this semester passed quite quickly and i met some good friends in this process. i have to admit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110969381764328103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110969381764328103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110969381764328103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110969381764328103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/03/shallow-stuffs-today-i-enjoyed-buying.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110908692935785918</id><published>2005-02-22T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T10:23:55.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after 11 months of procrastination, i finally got down to start my report ( leaving myself with less than 1 mth.. how cool is that?) - profiling a company. and the choice of company is no other than lett's sis's (and her buddy's) and she had been a great help. there's nothing like young bosses, i wish to have my own company at this age too....nice interior!ash hard at work?smmmmile!!!ok.. back to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110908692935785918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110908692935785918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110908692935785918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110908692935785918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/02/after-11-months-of-procrastination-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110892280333835669</id><published>2005-02-21T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T02:06:43.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the midst of (everything), we tend to lose ourselves.as for you, all may be what you wanted.myself, i cant even get anything right in the midst.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110892280333835669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110892280333835669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110892280333835669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110892280333835669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-midst-of-everything-we-tend-to-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110848014798622421</id><published>2005-02-15T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:13:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its always the things that you try so hard to be careful about that will be eventually lost.things like a report that you can just conveniently not save and having the window closed. or losing your IC. in that spilt second.just like today,i wonder why my finger can accidentally press the "delete all" function in my phone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110848014798622421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110848014798622421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110848014798622421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110848014798622421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-always-things-that-you-try-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110839767150545080</id><published>2005-02-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:17:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today will just be another day - the singles will tell themselvesToday will just be just like another day cos to us everyday will be valentine's day - the couples might tell themselvesBut I found myself caught in situations that it seems not like just another day -being shoved and bumped into in the middle of jurong point while waiting for mabel (who was very late.) it is bursting with people - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110839767150545080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110810269352040477</id><published>2005-02-11T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T14:18:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Cursed New Year!- 1 funeral- the hospitalisation of the grandma- yudan getting trapped in the middle of the expressway for 2 hours, in the heavy rain, along the way to my house's kopitam when her bike broke down. - 3 road blocks while getting home in keny's car- overheated family quarrels and sucide attempts (with me trying not to be involved.) and i havent even played mahjong yet. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110810269352040477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont count on itA distant relative of mine (my dad's aunt to be precise) chose to pass away today which is not very thoughtful of her. i know im supposed to be sympathetic, "upset", etc since someone is dead- but you cant expect me to for someone i know nuts about, lived to 90 and spoke less than 10 sentences to me. so just cut out the act. i know everyone isnt happy cos cny is ruined and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110779693811847291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110779693811847291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110779693811847291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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toufu, sambal sotong and kangkong!(note the bear pigging out at the background like there's no tmr)extremely sleepy though cos some of us went to where else </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110740564586478820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110740564586478820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110740564586478820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110740564586478820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-cravings-satisfied-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110718123871240806</id><published>2005-01-31T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:26:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i will never learn.. till..the metal bar stood out awkwardly out like a sore thumb. its beneath the comp table, supposingly to be one of the support. and everytime i cross and uncross my leg, i will bound to hit my knee against it. but most of the time im too engrossed to bother till today, i hit my knee too hard, 4 times. the 1st 3 times left my knee bleeding. still cant be bothered. the 4th </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110683530618777049</id><published>2005-01-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:17:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>darn. enetation is mad. clicked once and 5 responses from me flooded the previous comment box.unable to delete it. sorry, shups, i hope i didnt scare you! hahah.been eating so damn much - all thanks to my dear friends. i had 2 breakfasts today and 2 dinners yesterday. all tim sums. i think im getting to burst from this already very obese me.company of friends- those you havent seen for a long</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110683530618777049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone needs a few PSVS (painfully sane, very straight) friends.cos,  PSVSs (1)are very sensible (2) are never neurotic(3)are never sucidal (4)hold stable jobs(5)dont smoke(6)seldom have crazy lifestyles and too much booze in their blood(7)keep me really sane and peaceful(8)do nice peaceful pastimes like - playing board games, shopping(not spurlging), good lunching and movies and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110655575538538321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110655575538538321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110655575538538321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110655575538538321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/01/everyone-needs-few-psvs-painfully-sane.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110607018482421010</id><published>2005-01-19T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T01:55:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once too often she gets angry at things - the slightest thing, things that are not slight, things that she doesnt think are slight. but then, she doesnt use to be always getting angry. she thinks shes losing herself bit by bit. well, she doesnt know.flowers are beautiful.but she's starting to hate it now.not flowers but beautiful.to reach a destination dreaded -a few days? a few weeks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110607018482421010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110607018482421010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110607018482421010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110607018482421010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/01/once-too-often-she-gets-angry-at.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110554511704157204</id><published>2005-01-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:51:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Classmates, Good Friends and the Curious Incident of my long lost buddy at night time3 groups of friends in a day.. can be enriching yet tiresome. ktv with mavis and sombo was good. was "surprised" at mavis's nice voice. (She's probably kill me for any praises frm me or sombo - we will always give her a surprised expression whenever she's good at sth)mabel asked if i was free at night for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110554511704157204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110554511704157204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110554511704157204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110554511704157204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/01/classmates-good-friends-and-curious.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110525688392232594</id><published>2005-01-09T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:48:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how to spend a sunday afternoon alone at home (after a raging week and late nights out weekend)im going to..-take a nice long hot bath with lavender bath stuff-buy bubble tea, snacks and ice cream downstairs-of course, eat them-lie on the bed-play neopets-help andre to edit her pics-put on face masques and foot spas-sing ktv at home to myselffeels good to spend time this way once in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110525688392232594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110525688392232594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110525688392232594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110525688392232594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-spend-sunday-afternoon-alone-at.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110489177194968333</id><published>2005-01-05T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T11:46:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>re-run 2(im inspired by sabrina)You make my record skipskip to the louwho's this Lou,&amp; what doesshe want?My record's skipping,still.Like the time she told him,he took her virginity.he wed her anddid the absolute right thing.but her husband came up withthe baby in his hands,What you see isn't even what you see sometimes?Like when i thought i was so in love,she inked her name</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110489177194968333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110489177194968333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110489177194968333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110489177194968333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2005/01/re-run-2-im-inspired-by-sabrina-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110442877495189766</id><published>2004-12-31T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T01:46:14.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year ResolutionsTHE EDITED LIST1. Smoke less. i shall make a rule- no smoking on sundays-tuesdays2. Take bike lessons at BBDC. I am very determined about this although i dont even know to fucking cycle. hopefully determination is enough.3. be less emotional. this is craziness. it had never been one of my weakness when i was younger.4. stop taking too much initiative and be too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110442877495189766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110442877495189766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110442877495189766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110442877495189766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year-resolutions-edited-list-1.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110416492673287662</id><published>2004-12-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:57:26.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for im not very bright-Nothing is what i can, should and will do. I will turn back time a month and freeze it. Everything may change but I will still be the same. As long as it shall thaw, i trust where my heart resides...till i meltdown and move on, i shall embrace with my invisible hands and hope that one day comes and..i will stop my misunderstand(ing).yet this is your world, feel what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110416492673287662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110416492673287662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110416492673287662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110416492673287662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/12/for-im-not-very-bright-nothing-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110404073829983303</id><published>2004-12-26T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T14:09:33.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>@ the churchfood galore!!we had a feast at esther's! turkey, ham, etc etc. its just so xmas-y.and lots of mahjong on xmas and xmas eve. im on a winning streak!novena church on eve reminded me of my sec sch days.i had surprise xmas presents! :)met up with a girl late last night. long since i saw her.was misunderstood.gave whisky cola as gift exchange.undelibrate squeezing (i.e.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110404073829983303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110404073829983303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110404073829983303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110404073829983303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/12/church-food-galore-we-had-feast-at.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110382354032304241</id><published>2004-12-24T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:39:00.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have just deleted a one long emotional post.i think no matter how upset and emotional i feel, i just cant blog them down in words cos i will cringe when i read them. its just totally gross and disgusting.maybe i should spare myself from all these rubbish and just go away.a comment by pearl in the evening saying i can finally feel what she had wanted to explain to me all these years.i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110382354032304241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110382354032304241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110382354032304241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110382354032304241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-just-deleted-one-long-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110365129313305206</id><published>2004-12-22T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:08:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>List of Stuffs ought to/ ought not to remember in bangkok1. Khao San Street - My fave. backpackers everywhere with beer in their hands. lots of shops, dreadlocks, vintage and music. you get the picture.2. Me getting Oil Massage when others just opted for traditional massages. Which resulted in a very tramuatised me being whisked into a dark room, stripped and being massaged EVERY part of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110365129313305206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110365129313305206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110365129313305206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110365129313305206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/12/list-of-stuffs-ought-to-ought-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110284261811211954</id><published>2004-12-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:10:18.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bedroom secretsmy big nice bed.infamous bursting warerobesWHAT can i do with this mess!!!!more messmaybe there's tornadoes in singapore.be leaving tmr to bangkok with the darlings for a 7 day vacation. gonna celebrate my 21st there. oh no... age age age. quite surreal.. i celebrated 4 of my previous birthdays there too. and thanks to pearl and my lovely brother for their early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110284261811211954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110284261811211954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110284261811211954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110284261811211954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/12/bedroom-secrets-my-big-nice-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110250630349159350</id><published>2004-12-08T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:45:03.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel so sick and it had been days... are there any remedies? its just getting worse and worse and worse... sore throat (courtesy of bear.. i think she's still down with the virus).. to flu.. to now non stop sneezes and water dripping nose. i hope everyone else is fit and kicking... i feel like... going to sleep again..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110250630349159350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110250630349159350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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visit at her new house. really cool place.. like banyan tree resort. dark too. chilled and watched spore idol.headed straight home after thursday's exam. skipped friday too. pearl and candy made history by coming to jurong point on thurday. they had a hard time looking for a parking lot.. as usual.. jurong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110217300706513026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110217300706513026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110217300706513026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110217300706513026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/12/kick-started-my-holidays-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110188329033526175</id><published>2004-12-01T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:41:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, i wonder why i can forgive you (which leads to me not forgiving myself), no matter what you do, again and again. sometimes, i wish i can be as unreasonable and outsmart you so i can get my way and feel much better screaming and be rude but apparantly i cant make myself do it. so i just have to subcumb to this ill fate till the day i can really dislike someone before i turn my back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110188329033526175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110188329033526175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110188329033526175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110188329033526175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/12/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-can-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110169836103831581</id><published>2004-11-29T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T11:19:21.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am 20 this month21 in december22 in january23 in feb ( according to the chinese calander age)suddenly, a month feels like a year. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110169836103831581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110169836103831581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110169836103831581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110169836103831581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-20-this-month-21-in-december-22.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110145032110509872</id><published>2004-11-26T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T14:41:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>f-king unlucky daya typical unlucky day starts off by WAKING UP LATE and stepping on a SNAIL on the way to school, my hair kana kiap by the bus. so thats what i did and of all days its a exam day today. rushed through my test and everyone in class wanted to skip today's lesson which was after the test. but because of ME, my groupmates decided to stay on in class as my buyer for my lan cards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110145032110509872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110145032110509872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110145032110509872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110145032110509872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/11/f-king-unlucky-day-typical-unlucky-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110127640035020397</id><published>2004-11-24T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:27:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi xxxx,can i tell you that ........you are as beautiful as this....... to me..........?:)"You can't manufacture a miracleThe silence was pitiful that day.A love is getting too cynicalPassion's just physical these daysYou analyze everyone you meetBut get no sign, love ain't kindevery night you admit defeatand cry yourself blindIf you can't wake up in the morningCause your </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110108631051801202</id><published>2004-11-22T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T10:21:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>since my comment box is not working. i shall post it here. sorry if this is a lil extraggerating.dear gerald,i dont know who you are (till i stumbled onto your website, wrongly accusing me and still linking me there) but since you said (in the previous comment box)that i have apparantly NOT ripped your blog, i await your sincere apology. that is, IF you are a gentleman. Thanks.p/s, in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110108631051801202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110108631051801202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110108631051801202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110108631051801202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/11/since-my-comment-box-is-not-working.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110070364735403992</id><published>2004-11-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:19:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The CK Eternity Moment Ad is sweet. It touched on how one moment can change everything. Brings in people/love to your life, turning your lives upside down; beautiful.There are so mamy moments in a day. people that i might get to know yet i missed.small choices made will change one's life (e.g. like..ahem.. i still wonder if getting to stc is a grave mistake or sweet choice) or moments that i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110070364735403992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110070364735403992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110070364735403992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110070364735403992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/11/ck-eternity-moment-ad-is-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110050140788837076</id><published>2004-11-15T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:50:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i had mahjong 5 days out of the past 7 days.i had my 1st wedding invitation! a card with only my name printed on it. i felt quite old going to a wedding dinner alone, my first without any family members. the past few days were fun. helped out with pearl's bro's wedding, shopping, yes yes mahjong, drinks and more drinks and its not even my holidays yet. in fact, i have tons of work to do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110050140788837076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=110050140788837076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110050140788837076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/110050140788837076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-think-i-had-mahjong-5-days-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-110005076536094656</id><published>2004-11-10T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T12:29:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some things that i cant do which usually most ppl can (which probably make me a disabled):snap my fingerssquat (flat footed!)DRIVEcycle(i tried learning for years)make a scratching sound on metal surfaces like shupingwhistlewolf whistleskateplay the guitari can barely swimclimb trees (i tried.. really..)type A-Z without looking at the keyboardballdance/tapdance/waltz or whatever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/110005076536094656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109983824725164982</id><published>2004-11-07T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:37:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>typical movie scripts, nowadays....i kinda bursted, like now (and ilu, sadly)........but this mean too much to me, so i can't. and........should i say?........still affecting........controlled........i feel like im bursting........strains strains strains........but of cos, i can't........in fear of losing you, i moved 2 steps behind........you are irritatingly sweet........yes, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109983824725164982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109962454304779163</id><published>2004-11-05T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T11:15:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my fanaticism ceased to fear,there's a girl in blue who was so dear.as the amour fades yet sinks inside,the footprints smashed my thoughts aside.Afresh may be alluring and mysticalfor the smirks they bring but what had truly forged my zest for the familiartomorrow as i held on lingering </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109962454304779163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109962454304779163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109962454304779163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109962454304779163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-fanaticism-ceased-to-fear-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109927546961931253</id><published>2004-11-01T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T10:42:26.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>poor huang na. i didnt expect the results for the search for her will turn out this bad. it left the whole of singapore devastated. to read the whole report go to :http://sg.news.yahoo.com/041101/5/singapore114549.htmli believe justice will be served though.anyway.. happy bday to PEARL.today's class...sleepy..well.. as usual...monday mornings..thats what i will domy fat legsmy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109927546961931253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109927546961931253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109927546961931253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109927546961931253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/11/poor-huang-na.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109894410720754767</id><published>2004-10-28T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T13:43:09.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did a school mascot for today's computer animation. marcomedia freehand is my fave tool at the moment! you all should try it.advanced happy halloween! :)i'm lookinh forward for tomorrow and the whole weekend. i wonder if i will have enough time to gasp for breathe through these fun filled events.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109894410720754767/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my turn to be a fisheXpressive: 6/10Practical: 8/10Physical: 3/10Giver: 6/10 You are a XPIG--Expressive Practical Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Catch.You are a magazine-cover, matinee idol dreamboat. Parents love you and want to set you up with their kids. However, first dates are tough because it takes time for your qualities to come out. You are generous and kind. You think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109866473166995120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109866473166995120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109866473166995120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109866473166995120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-turn-to-be-fish-expressive-610.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss you, miss vegetable wong. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109799594189701748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109799594189701748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109799594189701748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109799594189701748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-miss-you-miss-vegetable-wong.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109708975068286803</id><published>2004-10-07T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T03:09:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im looking for the piano scores for La Valse d`Amelie Poulain. If anyone has it, can u scan em for me?i burnt/scalded myself (accidentally) today. i was.. err.. cooking.it incurred a quite-stunning effect which actually made me realise i can feel pain other than numbness or (in a daze-ness). part of me is sadistic i guess, just like though at times i swear i will rather break my neck than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109708975068286803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109708975068286803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109708975068286803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109708975068286803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109660007817222485</id><published>2004-10-01T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T11:33:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a sucker for commercials.whenever the sharp's aqueous ad comes abt, i will run out from my room to watch it.it makes me feel like crying. but of cos i didnt.im upset cos september is gone. its suppose to be my fave month. and now oct is here when all the librans are borned. hmph. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109660007817222485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109660007817222485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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seat, nearly taking shape of it.like morphing into a non-living thing, energy-ness. miss weilin can happily tell me she's in a worse shape as shes alone at home, talking on the phone with me. and the moon's rounder than ever, than any other years. thanks huh. hahaa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109644252524452981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109644252524452981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109644252524452981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109644252524452981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-smelt-like-kitchen-heading-home.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109613373145788458</id><published>2004-09-26T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T12:19:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel so damn tired although its the holidays. and working during holidays is not supposed to get one tired. im already missing school, can you believe it. but working with school doesnt sound appealing at all. together with me there's andre, who i feel is my "inspiration" whenever i feel like i should lie on my bed instead. let's work till we die, buddy! hahaha!tried tanning a lil at sentosa</summary><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is waiting.but what if you don't even get the chance to wait?will you still wait?nice show.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109534584124723088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109534584124723088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109534584124723088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109534584124723088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/09/img-srchttpimage.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109509028521915778</id><published>2004-09-13T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:49:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the sunset from my window is really pretty. it faces west. and on top of that i live on the 14th floor, with no other buildings blocking my view. if i jump down i will prob land on this church which will wake me up on sunday mornings with their loud choruses (mornings means 8am; 8am on sundays means very early). beside that church is this community centre with a large clock (which resembles a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109509028521915778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109462328148599374</id><published>2004-09-08T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:01:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>communication breakdown! :p[10:14:18] wah damn col: wheres ur hips n wheres ur waist[10:14:38] mezza9: hips and waist in her hands[10:14:49] wah damn col: huh[10:14:51] wah damn col: what u talkin[10:15:03] mezza9: u ask me wheres my hips and my waist mah[10:15:09] wah damn col: ya...[10:15:12] mezza9: den i say they are in her hands loh[10:15:20] wah damn col: ............[10:15:20] </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109462328148599374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109462328148599374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109462328148599374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109462328148599374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/09/communication-breakdown-p-101418-wah.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109436925909845785</id><published>2004-09-05T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T08:55:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had been so sick the past week that i told rina ( ithink) and pearl that i rather have my heart broken. being sick feels worse. have alot of jobs on hand, sat's one didnt turn out gd.. my employer made a mistake of employing too many people. and i have to scoot out of house at 45 mins time for work with andre at casa roma (some pasta restuarant) at sixth ave. and tml's journalist job for naxxera </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109436925909845785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109371210808918572</id><published>2004-08-29T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T01:08:03.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ranting abt yesterday.. snores.was a long day. nearly collasped with fatigue but all's good.work after school at riverside bar again. actually i kinda enjoy work there. except the fact that they love putting me as the runner. was bz in the 1st 3 hours, burnt my fingers and they are rather raw now. had breaks and even staff lunch! haha. edward asked me a weird qn, "what type of girls will you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109371210808918572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cash at stake. its killing me. either thousands of cash for me or nothing. i found a buyer for buying ALL the LAN cards i have (helping my school to sell).. its confrimed till i realised i mixed up the model no.(gave him the wrong model no.) and now he has to recomfrim with his associates. sighs. i thought its damn easy cash at a snap of my fingers and now .. hmm.. i can only CROSS my fingers. oh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109342741703128175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109342741703128175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109342741703128175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109342741703128175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/cash-at-stake.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109330866382727286</id><published>2004-08-24T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T08:51:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thought it was a long day yest. good but long. its only till its 9pm and i realised its dad's bday and i had completely forgotten abt it. (even theres constants hints and reminders and dates flashing ard..) dad had refused me any pocket money and now i know why. bought cake and presents at the last min. phew... thats a close shave.oh. anyone interested in buying wireless LAN cards? I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109330866382727286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109330866382727286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109330866382727286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109330866382727286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-thought-it-was-long-day-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109297231220437338</id><published>2004-08-20T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T13:42:58.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUTS!19 Aug - MUM turns 48!20 Aug - BRO turns 18!22 Aug - Tey turns 20!23 Aug- DAD turns 51! (as you can see, im surrounded by Leos at hm)26 Aug - Andre turns 21!26 Aug - Keny ah gong turns 23!Happy Birthday people... *throws confetti*and tonight, i will have to "show my face" at zouk, for my dearest younger brother plants his virgin step in the club legally. oh yah,i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109297231220437338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109297231220437338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109297231220437338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109297231220437338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/birthday-shoutouts-19-aug-mum-turns-48.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109262794001688979</id><published>2004-08-16T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T12:33:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.zefrank.com/scribbleri miss (insert noun here).i thought i just saw her smile.if only i can stop being so (insert verb here)im actually having nightmares due to daydreams.have to get work done soon.headaches.another list by xaviere angExcuses a student's mother can make to aviod paying fees.1st -7th lesson : took 3 months to complete due to chicken poxs, trips to johor,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109262794001688979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109262794001688979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109262794001688979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109262794001688979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109255993369089645</id><published>2004-08-15T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T16:52:13.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>getting candy and bear's diesease. waking up at 4.30pm. oh dear, there goes half of the day.met aki yest arvo , went raffles city and we stumbled to some esprit sale. it was really cheap. 50% - 70% off shirts and she bought 2. the queue was unimaginable. met bear later on at suntec and we went for some "spook show". it was good actually. got to talk to angie who i think is so pretty and cool! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109255993369089645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109255993369089645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109255993369089645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109255993369089645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/getting-candy-and-bears-diesease.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109232784804287625</id><published>2004-08-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T00:24:08.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks for making my day girls, espcially for elsie(the squirrel the darlings got me). (who i later named L-C)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109232784804287625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109232784804287625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109232784804287625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109232784804287625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/thanks-for-making-my-day-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109210478003420570</id><published>2004-08-10T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:34:41.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>take this quiz, pretty please.http://quizilla.com/users/astavier/quizzes/Who%20are%20you(my%20most%20mentioned%20friend)%3FMaybe if im ain't so greedy, I will be a very happy person.I never was, career-wise, though. Luckily. (or unluckily?)Or my lack of guts? But im sure im moving on the right track. No regrets. Won't be jumping into any pit implusively like i did in the past.It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109210478003420570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109210478003420570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109210478003420570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109210478003420570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/take-this-quiz-pretty-please.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109177892572694589</id><published>2004-08-06T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T15:55:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our lecturer/faciliator gave us a very redudant question for us today. It had nothing to do with Networking.Problem Title :11Problem Topic :To Route or Not To RouteOpening Date :2004-08-06 3:33 PMClosing Date :2004-08-06 11:59 PMQuestion :Today, my facilitator would like to read a fascinating story about myself....Response :I wonder what do you consider as fascinating? I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109177892572694589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109177892572694589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109177892572694589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109177892572694589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/our-lecturerfaciliator-gave-us-very.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109172064392220904</id><published>2004-08-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:11:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am very upset.wanted to tell u but i didnt dare to when you called just now.the bracelet you gave me is missing.actually it had been missing for days, even before the chalet and before the day before that. that's why im ain't wearing it. i remembered putting it on my dresser everyday before i sleep or when i reach home. but it isn't there. but i didn't think much of it cos i expect it to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109172064392220904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109172064392220904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109172064392220904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109172064392220904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-very-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109159047071586736</id><published>2004-08-04T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:54:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had my well deserved sleep!happy birthday sheena. hitted 21 on monday.spent 2 days at chalet. stephen was a sweetie. he rented a car for her.ALL THE BEST TO STEPHEN!who is flying off to U.S. on saturday. for good. pls come back to visit. ironically i only get to know you more the past few days. (yes, as u said im the most junior? lol)chalet might not turned out good for everyone.. but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109159047071586736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109159047071586736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109159047071586736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109159047071586736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/had-my-well-deserved-sleep-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109129505866987970</id><published>2004-08-01T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T02:17:08.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feel like pulling out my hair.. the nation 04 n military tickets are making me nuts. not that i have problems selling em.. but i helped myself and friends and sold 25 pairs of tickets.. and now im short of 1 pair of nation tixs. anyone... wanna sell me theirs? i thought things r easy after confrimation.. but problem 1st setted in when i was told by ting that one of the friends is working for only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109129505866987970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109129505866987970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109129505866987970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109129505866987970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/08/feel-like-pulling-out-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109089464722465607</id><published>2004-07-27T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T10:25:10.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Talent cum Hobby    pink candy darr  the green pearl  me in hideous purple with esther in.. errr.. black. haha  wanted to included lettuce wong too but i remb she has real green hair.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109089464722465607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109089464722465607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109089464722465607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109089464722465607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-talent-cum-hobby-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109080356127161390</id><published>2004-07-26T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T09:01:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bro commented to me that i am the most unsexual person he ever knew. he said that he knew i was "like very amoeba" since young but he cant believe that there isnt a trace of porn or even a sexy pic in my room or laptop when im already 21. (he had been snooping around and i had carelessly left my laptop on b4 i went out). what cheek ! at least i oogle at girls in short skirts! at least im better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109080356127161390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109080356127161390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109080356127161390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109080356127161390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/07/bro-commented-to-me-that-i-am-most.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-109038808028326898</id><published>2004-07-21T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T13:43:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You may snigger again when you pass and see me writhing around in my own private hysteria. like im left on a dark sidewalk. you know it. you just know it. my eyes light up when you walk past with your shiny stilettos. i wonder if im happier being stepped on. I think im addicted to the randomized queasy feelings which caused by you (and you) living on me and off me (using up my one whole yard of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/109038808028326898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=109038808028326898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109038808028326898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/109038808028326898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-may-snigger-again-when-you-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108994044815371410</id><published>2004-07-16T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:11:51.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i managed to convince my dad to pay my handphone bill. :D its $189. hahaha. lucky me. now i can save up for pressies for my sis (29 july) and the peeps who's having their bday in august. (READ: MY WHOLE FAMILY. i think i shall get em boxers and socks or sth like tt. save $$) and for bear.. i have no idea what to get for you since you got ur birks at taiwan. come back quick! i miss u. :( and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108994044815371410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108994044815371410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108994044815371410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108994044815371410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-managed-to-convince-my-dad-to-pay-my.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108959692536558850</id><published>2004-07-12T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T11:24:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things not to do at an uncle's(father's brother's cousin's cousin)weddingthe flawless list by xaviere1. wearing a pair of silver and pink adidas sneakers underneath a white dress. unknown relatives everywhere(sniggling) :"is that the new fashion statement?" 2. shouting YUUUUUUUMMMMM SAYYYYYYYYYYY very loudly(like im in some yondling championship) when the couple came over to have their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108959692536558850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108959692536558850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108959692536558850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108959692536558850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/07/things-not-to-do-at-unclesfathers.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108947012849842333</id><published>2004-07-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T22:35:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im pretty drained. but who wont after 3 days of chalet (lett's pre-birthday celebration-i skipped sch. oops), all the bqqing, mahjong and herstory at zouk on thurs. chevrons's chalets are a pretty bunch! the bed is sooooooo comfy! a far cry from the usual small rooms in pasir ris or the old creaky ones at east coast. it was fun though we had to bbq in the rain. u should see keny! it was such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108947012849842333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108947012849842333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108947012849842333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108947012849842333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-pretty-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108898865362831012</id><published>2004-07-05T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T09:09:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good morning.im so sleepy.past week was good. everyone was in a shopping mood. everyone's getting a new wardrobe huh!! :D dad got me 2 tops and a demin bottom from mango, i got myself a zara skirt and jay got me a top frm topshop!not alot n it cant be compared to darr cos i think she prob bought half of zara!quite happy for darr cos she met someone special. grin. now she can join me saying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108898865362831012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108898865362831012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108898865362831012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108898865362831012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/07/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108861033777277517</id><published>2004-06-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T23:45:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 Years Ago, I...1. was struggling with higher chinese2. forever studying3. get punched by older boys in school when i tried stopping them from fighting ( i was a PREFECT. PUI)4. always being disturbed by rencong and danny5. was very idependant as a 11 yr old. haha5 Years Ago, I...1. was in sec 4 at stc2. was in luv with concept (its ard june i think)3. got close to miss lettuce wong n</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108861033777277517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108861033777277517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108861033777277517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108861033777277517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/06/10-years-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108840855627857170</id><published>2004-06-28T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:45:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder why i still bother about some bitches. if im not enclosed in this room with my lecturer yakking, ill probably armed with a knife and stab her repeatedly on the chest or suffocate her with a pillow till she turned green or grabbing her pretty petite lil head and knock it against the nice white walls till they are stained with her blood. alright.. i admit.. at MOST i will just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108840855627857170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108840855627857170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108840855627857170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108840855627857170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/06/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-still-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108825343778912087</id><published>2004-06-26T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T21:12:03.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being spending so much time out and staying out, i wonder if i can adapt to school life when it starts next week. the past week had been good :) enjoyed to almost the max. the night outs stayovers, drinks at newsroom, zouk,phuture, movie with great company. :) (except the fact i was embaressed n abused by pearly lee so many times at zouk which left me 4 bruises due to bites and scratches on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108825343778912087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108825343778912087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108825343778912087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108825343778912087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/06/being-spending-so-much-time-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108774089555766005</id><published>2004-06-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T22:14:55.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! AND I ACCIDENTALLY LET MY DAD SEE MY TATTOO (WHICH WAS ON MY BACK FOR QUITE SOMETAIME). SURPRISE!!! i got really LOTS of nagging from him... and i thought he appreciated the surprise gift (shirt) i got for him but he is too engrossed looking at the treble clef on my lower back with the most distainful look ever. but mum was pretty cool abt it. she was more interested in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108774089555766005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108774089555766005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108774089555766005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108774089555766005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-fathers-day-and-i-accidentally.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108763950206452362</id><published>2004-06-19T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T18:05:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant remenber when is the last time i cooked. just came back from grocery shopping. bought alot of stuffs- potatoes, cheese, milk, chicken, sauces, black pepper, pasta, onions, butter, garlic, etc etc etc. marinated the chicken, but the olive oil seemed weird. i wondered if its expired. its in a weird colour and smell. its like clear like water.. but i remb the time i bought it.. its like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108763950206452362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108763950206452362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108763950206452362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108763950206452362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-cant-remenber-when-is-last-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108719368031761983</id><published>2004-06-14T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:14:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last few days had been... well.. theres the stayovers at pearls with the usuals, the mahjongs (lots of it and im.. ahem the winner again),playing risk (where pearl, dar and shups all allied against me...), cookings (pearl's homecooked food; dar and i's scrambled eggs!) , zouk, turkish food cravings (and getting lots of sides on the  house + non stop titanic songs), shouting(can u imagine ME in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108719368031761983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if only i practise what i preached;if only i can take back all the theories i created;if only i can lose all these self inflicted confusion;if only i realise those words may hurt you;if only i have a choice to not try to hide the fact that you mean so much to me;if only you know i took those i-love-yous you gave and i said, seriously;if only you know that right now im actually talking about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108668535008721965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108668535008721965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108668535008721965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108668535008721965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/06/if-only-i-practise-what-i-preached-if.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108622790963704043</id><published>2004-06-03T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T11:31:51.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went sentosa yest (i was 5 hours late though) with gf, lettuce wong, keny, sixx, yudan, lingli, jay and georgina. was quite crowded as its a public holiday, didn't get my tan as by the time i reached, the sun had already gone down. lol. went to the new chomp chomps (can't you believe it? its my 1st time), and the food's not bad. the fried egg oyster thing is to die for. things didnt end well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108622790963704043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108622790963704043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108622790963704043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108622790963704043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/06/went-sentosa-yest-i-was-5-hours-late.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108611441087990544</id><published>2004-06-02T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T02:26:50.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caught eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. was nice. if i'm any character in the story, i will not want to erase any part of my memory of any particular person. if it can hurt so much till it can drive me to a spot where i would want to erase someone off,i wouldnt.cos it must had been so memorable that i wanna forget,if it can cause that amount of pain, it must had been really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108589894011020065</id><published>2004-05-30T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T14:35:40.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm still hoping that someone who picked up my wallet could just send my IC back to me. the thought of the long procedure of making it again just annoys me. last 2 days was good. mox was boring though but its still ok lah. (candy darling, pls dun tell ppl "our secret" before we reach mox. LOL) :P karen, we shall go to places tt we can dance, cos just by seeing ya dance can take all the boredom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108589894011020065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108589894011020065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108589894011020065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108589894011020065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-still-hoping-that-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108570602303970900</id><published>2004-05-28T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T09:00:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for brek with my brother at clementi. i didnt eat though. it was a rare ocassion that i took out my wallet and bought alot of tissue packets from an old lady that came to our table. ironically, i left the wallet on the table and kept the tissues. i came back and the wallet's gone. along with my cash, atm card, student ez card, student card, IC and lots of other stuffs. haiz. went to make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108570602303970900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108570602303970900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108570602303970900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108570602303970900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/05/went-for-brek-with-my-brother-at.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108550098570543106</id><published>2004-05-25T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T00:03:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did i disappoint you?but you do not know you disappoint me a hundred times more.maybe you should look back.. from the day i got to know you.yes i agree, you had always doted on me too.. been through extremes for me like no one ever did, showed me attention and gave me time.but i don't need all that at all.i just want you to be happy. and to talk to me. if we could just talk.. it would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108550098570543106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108550098570543106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108550098570543106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108550098570543106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/05/did-i-disappoint-you-but-you-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108540572612255411</id><published>2004-05-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T21:35:26.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROGRAMMING. its never fails to haunt me. 1st written paper test (13%)  for JAVA tomorrow. (one module consist of 3 tests which made up of 40% of the total grade. 60% for daily grade (one grade a week per module.)its the 1st time im so fucking stressed over my studies since my NP's-gonna-get-kicked-out-days.my grade this week:Comments for Team: I'm glad the team manage to pull through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108540572612255411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108540572612255411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108540572612255411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108540572612255411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/05/programming.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108529232990149719</id><published>2004-05-23T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T14:14:10.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had been a lil busy with school. it doesnt help when you are put in the genius class where everyone seems to be a computer prodigy. im struggling, trying to keep my programming/java grades at a constant "B" every week, and how hard it is? maybe you can refer to my last sem grades for that below. :P the peeps in my group are mostly cca presidents and the past week there this fiesta that they had </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.fridae.com/photoalbum_homepic/a/astavier6BrypMKu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701913.post-108493747282666736</id><published>2004-05-19T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T11:31:12.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wayne wonder - hold me nowI have a picture,Pinned to my wall.An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all.Look at our life now, tattered and torn.We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawnHold me now, warm my heartStay with me, let loving start (let loving start)You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kindBoth of us searching for some perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108493747282666736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108493747282666736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108493747282666736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108493747282666736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/2004/05/wayne-wonder-hold-me-now-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>xaviere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00044242935573453802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yest was quite bad that i think i shouldn't blog about it. but actually it wasn't that bad, i enjoyed myself initially as everyone's present. hope everything will be fine, hope there won't be any more fist-throwings cos... all of us had been through (not so much but yet much), i guess anything can be worked out (which is something i always believe).running a fever AGAIN. its making me really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenaretrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/108441927985810475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5701913&amp;postID=108441927985810475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701913/posts/default/108441927985810475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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LOL. u r so crappy.i nearly fell asleep on the car trip home. its early but im exhasted. came back to find my whole family deprived of dinner (cos they r too lazy to head down to buy food) and i have to go downstairs again and get some food for them. faints.its class-less tuesday today! 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