<?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-6497167</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:19.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.is.complicated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-109431945975568521</id><published>2004-09-05T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T01:37:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hie everyone&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know its been a terribly long time since i last blogged&lt;br /&gt;well lots and lots of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;im with mitch now.&lt;br /&gt;muaha.&lt;br /&gt;in fact&lt;br /&gt;im at his house&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope this would be a kickstart to many other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope it would&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-109431945975568521?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/109431945975568521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/109431945975568521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109431945975568521' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-109264263957681489</id><published>2004-08-16T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T15:50:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!!&lt;br /&gt;my com is finally back to life.&lt;br /&gt;And guess whad&lt;br /&gt;its so much freaking faster&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said in my previous entry&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;but im feeling kinda lazy to type much.&lt;br /&gt;So im off.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Bye/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-109264263957681489?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/109264263957681489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/109264263957681489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109264263957681489' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-109159456630358998</id><published>2004-08-04T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:50:48.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey/&lt;br /&gt;Im finally updating this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Computer`s been down.&lt;br /&gt;It still is.&lt;br /&gt;In scu`s com lab now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;Got to know Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;Great guy.&lt;br /&gt;Well but i`ll fill you all up on this another time.&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is grad party.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;The seniors are gonna leave.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alryte.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-109159456630358998?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/109159456630358998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/109159456630358998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159456630358998' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108963184318435386</id><published>2004-07-12T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T19:30:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Madly in Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im madly in love&lt;br /&gt;I love but hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sneezing the whholee dayy &lt;br /&gt;Like once every 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Kept disturbing the class.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Im sick.&lt;br /&gt;Lovesick-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr`s gonna be a cool day.&lt;br /&gt;My class will be hosting this bunch of American singers.&lt;br /&gt;About 40 people.&lt;br /&gt;So it`ll be 1 on 1.&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That`s all fer today.&lt;br /&gt;Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108963184318435386?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108963184318435386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108963184318435386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963184318435386' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108954479112804246</id><published>2004-07-11T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T19:19:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. &lt;br /&gt;The heading says it all.&lt;br /&gt;Im feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Was out the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Slept through the day today.&lt;br /&gt;Terribly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking for halloween stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Everthing have to be shipped in.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore knows nothing bout halloween-&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108954479112804246?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108954479112804246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108954479112804246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108954479112804246' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108937384903995221</id><published>2004-07-09T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T19:50:49.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;two of us.&lt;br /&gt;a communication breakdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just talking about relationships during CME&lt;br /&gt;Communication needed. &lt;br /&gt;The most impt factor.&lt;br /&gt;I realised&lt;br /&gt;between him and I&lt;br /&gt;there is little communication.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for more.&lt;br /&gt;But that`s the impossible for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that are stopping us.&lt;br /&gt;Things that will soon be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Please,&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m so depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, happy burfday to you Justin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108937384903995221?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108937384903995221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108937384903995221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108937384903995221' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108934533436964655</id><published>2004-07-09T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T11:55:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boring School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school now.&lt;br /&gt;Literature class.&lt;br /&gt;Watching some WW2 film.&lt;br /&gt;Literature rocks.&lt;br /&gt;But Social Studies sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again later&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108934533436964655?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108934533436964655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108934533436964655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108934533436964655' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108920565262952841</id><published>2004-07-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:07:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Conflict&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peeps.&lt;br /&gt;I`m kinda in a rush now&lt;br /&gt;so i`ll make this a pretty short one.&lt;br /&gt;Look for 2 articles on conflict.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the Rashidi.&lt;br /&gt;Used the Joo Chiat shit for local conflict.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it`s passable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to this Mia today.&lt;br /&gt;It`s been a loong time &lt;br /&gt;since i last saw her.&lt;br /&gt;So we`ve decided to meet up&lt;br /&gt;With sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alryte. &lt;br /&gt;Told you it`ll be a v brief one.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108920565262952841?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108920565262952841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108920565262952841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108920565262952841' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108901080407172355</id><published>2004-07-05T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T15:05:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey folks.&lt;br /&gt;Changed the template. &lt;br /&gt;From one of an angel to one like this. &lt;br /&gt;Total extremes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys woke up oredi. &lt;br /&gt;Now they`re off to get us good food&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Kindaichi.&lt;br /&gt;It`s a cool show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess whad people.&lt;br /&gt;I`m losing some weight. &lt;br /&gt;That`s why i say,&lt;br /&gt;There`s improvement in my physical life. &lt;br /&gt;Alryte.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my show.&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108901080407172355?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108901080407172355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108901080407172355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108901080407172355' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108894274468221232</id><published>2004-07-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T21:23:59.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Back Back Back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people! Guess who`s back?! Well yeah. ME. Didn`t really bloggin much after coming back from thailand. But hey, some people myte wanna find out more of wad im doing so i`m giving them a chance! Ok that`s pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There`s actually lots to say. So much things happened. And i mean so so much. There are improvements in my love life. In my school life. In my social life. And ermm... my physical life? Yeah. Guess that`s how you put it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s a sunday today. That means partying! Wad`s more, there ain`t no school tmr! How cool issit. [b-b] can stay here as late as they want. They ain`t turning up for school tmr. I can enjoy the finals of Euro Cup. I can drink and have fun without the old ones bothering me. They`ve all gone out. Haha. Will sure update you on myself lately. And i got a new phone!! Not the one I wanted. But it`s better then nothing. So off goes my 6610 and here comes my x430. Haha. Pretty user-friendly. Ok. Gotta go get ready for the night. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Anon, mind leaving your name instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108894274468221232?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108894274468221232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108894274468221232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108894274468221232' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108745919921256760</id><published>2004-06-17T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T15:59:59.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOOK WHAD YOU`VE DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;br /&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing there for you to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me back my point of view&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't think for you&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly hear you say&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, well you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;br /&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing there for you to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108745919921256760?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108745919921256760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108745919921256760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745919921256760' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108740037090667643</id><published>2004-06-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T23:39:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Late Night 'Shows'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for everyone to come. And they are late. So guess i`ll just leave a few words. Gonna catch the matches today. Forgot whad they are. But the guys are bettin biig to try their luck again. Hope they won`t lose as much as the previous time. Ok.. they won`t lose. Haha.. they really are late. Guess they`re gettin some for us to drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. guess that`s about all. May not blog until next Wed. Cos im off to thailand!!! haha.. see you and take care peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108740037090667643?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108740037090667643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108740037090667643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740037090667643' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108723410984062496</id><published>2004-06-15T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T01:28:29.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Burfday EUN EEEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108723410984062496?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108723410984062496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108723410984062496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108723410984062496' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108701719425663834</id><published>2004-06-12T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T13:13:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KASSY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassy is a guy who melts my heart =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m stuck at home the whole day with no one else. Damn i am soo freakin bored. Whole family went to malacca early in da morning. Will be back only late at night, And i can`t leave this house. How boring can it get. And ma friend ain`t replying my msg. Wonder where dey r. Watching some kind of taiwanese show.. Peach girl. A girl becomes a damn hypocrite to get the heart of the guy she likes.. ahh wadever. Bloody bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108701719425663834?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108701719425663834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108701719425663834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108701719425663834' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108688476025627121</id><published>2004-06-11T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:26:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oo wow. It`s been 5 days since i last blogged. Hmmm... went to cine today to perform. guess it sounded ok. Not really in the mood to really blog now. So.. yeah. Cheers! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108688476025627121?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108688476025627121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108688476025627121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688476025627121' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108669676361909131</id><published>2004-06-08T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T20:12:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Not Steffi. But Maxi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.. it/s not steffi here. It/s maxi. Hey [b-b], i know the password to stef/s blog. Get it from me to post something here! Haha.. well don/t really know whad to say. So, yeah. To have stef trust me with her password is.. wonderful =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108669676361909131?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108669676361909131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108669676361909131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108669676361909131' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108652147434416714</id><published>2004-06-06T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T19:32:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I`M BLOWING IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m tryin too hard. too too too hard. I`m afraid i`m starting to blow up everything. Maybe i should jus stop talking to him online. Maybe i should just let nature take its course and live life as it is. I shouldn`t keep interfering into people`s life and irritate them. If he wants to talk to me, then its a bonus. But if not, that`s the way it is. He`s not meant for me. I can`t do anything to alter dat. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108652147434416714?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108652147434416714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108652147434416714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108652147434416714' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108645443955913242</id><published>2004-06-06T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:53:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man i`m tired. just came back from kenny`s. last minute arrangement before mich goes to japan. Was so tired i slept halfway while watching soccer. England n iceland. 6-1. Iceland-Loser. England`s the one man.. all handsome and good. &lt;br /&gt;Went to pasir ris park before that. So u should know how tired im feeling now. Woke up at 8.30. Went to pasir ris park. Cycled n rollerbladed. Came back. Watched some bimbos parade. And went out again. i`m so tired, that i wanna hug my bolster and smell it and enter slumberland. Yeah. that`s wad im gonna do. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108645443955913242?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108645443955913242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108645443955913242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108645443955913242' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108635992691547449</id><published>2004-06-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T22:38:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BORED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mann.. i`m so freaking bored. Grounded grounded grounded. I spent 5 hours cracking the damn gingko nuts. And i haven`t even finished. Destroyed my nails. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the bachelor ryte now. Girls bitching around to get a guy with curly hair. Man.. the world is sure a funny place. Steupit Bob can`t stop kissing. Greedy PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. think i`ve been criticisin alot. Oh ya.. 1 more thing. I totally believe in love at first sight. The first impression counts the most. Haha.. was talking bout that ytd. Alryte. I`m going to pasir ris park tmr. I can`t wait to get outta here. See ya peeeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108635992691547449?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108635992691547449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108635992691547449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635992691547449' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108627272623020738</id><published>2004-06-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T22:25:26.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GROUNDED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Im grounded. Came home at 4am this morning. that`s why no time to blog. Den went to school for band at 8am. And came back at 9pm. Mummy screamed into ma face. woohooo man. But she needed me to do something for her. So in the end she gave in. Haha.. Well im totally beat. Slept 3 hours last night, or maybe this morning. alryte. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108627272623020738?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108627272623020738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108627272623020738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627272623020738' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108610156251538933</id><published>2004-06-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T02:00:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE FEELING OF LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend just happened to ask me wat love feels like. So i guess i should post it here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don`t really know how ta express. So i guess i`ll just follow those lines in da movies. It`s kinda true!&lt;br /&gt;I get a stirring feeling inside me, tingling and heavenly. My heart get weak and palms get sweaty whenever i think of him. Well, that`s abit of an exaggeration. But it`s still kinda true. When I see his name pop up at the bottom right hand corner, my heart jumps, my hand itches to click on him and say something. But I fear he finds me an irritant. When I`m feeling down and sick, and i recieve a msg from him, my heart skips a beat. And i feel better. A smile naturally settles on my face. That`s exactly wat love is like. I keep reading the msg over n over again. Unable to believe that he thinks of me. Well maybe only for that moment. There`s this excitment in me, that no words can really describe. It`s like I wanna run to anyone and just shout out his name. But i can`t. I just smile wiiiddeellyy to maself. Real widely. Like an idiot. Even tho I know that there isn`t a place for me in his heart, and when he talks about the girl he likes. I don`t feel jealous wad-so-ever. That`s wat love is. Being happy if the guy`s happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly wat love feels like to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108610156251538933?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108610156251538933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108610156251538933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610156251538933' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108606833946394405</id><published>2004-06-01T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T13:58:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I`M OVER THE MOOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. As you can see, i've changed the template. Wanted another one, showing a depressed ladaye. but had some weird problem. So here is this angelic blog. Cute boy ain`t he? Just like nicky.. haha. Figured that the only way to remain faithful in bloggin is to frequently change the template. So expect to see many more. And erm.. anyone knows how to see how many people visits this a day? if yes please give me some knowledge =))  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m over the moon. and i seriously am. =)) You can`t see the moon right now cos my biig ass is blockin it. haha. Friends comin over later on. They should be here any minute now.. but well, they're &lt;strong&gt;late&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll come back lata. They r comin any minute and I haven`t even changed. see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108606833946394405?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108606833946394405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108606833946394405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108606833946394405' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108600253764179038</id><published>2004-05-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T19:27:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UNEXPECTED MSG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile despite the pain i had in my body. Thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Nicky to the zoo. Had so much fun. Altho` it stank. But it was still so much fun. Was supposed to bring him to Underwater world, but i felt terribly ill. Had this sharp pain in my abdomen. Couldn't stand straight. So kenny brought me home, leaving nicky with the rest. He's leaving today. So i dun wanna spoil his last day here. Im sure the rest is making him enjoy right now. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL MISS YOU NICKY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky's goin. =( =( =( im gonna miss him mann. Was supposed to leave only on wed. but had to change the date due to some problems back in America. I love u Nicky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108600253764179038?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108600253764179038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108600253764179038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108600253764179038' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108591140034208963</id><published>2004-05-30T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T18:03:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I WISH FOR A NEW CAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to view some new car. 8-seater. woohooo.. so very spacious. so very cheap. mummy's considering.. i can`t wait. Hyundai trajet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the condo.. no more slacking in it. Its got a new tenant. gotta wait like maybe another 1 more year to have iot to ourselves again. but, the tenant's quite cute.. =) haha. American-born-chinese. My type of guy. haha but then again, he`s far too old man. maybe pris can have him. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna bring Nicky out later. he is soo looking forward to it man. Finally im keeping ma promise. &lt;br /&gt;myte ask the others to join us. The more the merrier.. It'll be much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alryte, guess thats about all. maria and the rest myte come over tmr.. have a movie marathon. see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108591140034208963?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108591140034208963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108591140034208963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108591140034208963' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108584531273477545</id><published>2004-05-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T23:41:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i had nothing but fun fun and more fun. Im so glad mah parents didn't go for the meet-the-parents. If not i'll be dead by now. Bad comments and only bad comments. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to occupy myself with anything to prevent me from thinking too much. Well now that i ain't doing anything. Im starting to think. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. i think im losing the touch of bloggin. ahh. at least i still do. alryte. i shall go listen to the concert cd and analyse. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108584531273477545?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108584531273477545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108584531273477545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108584531273477545' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108575868216351626</id><published>2004-05-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T23:38:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JOINED THE SINGLES' CLUB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single people let me in. I'm joining your club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAYS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the beginning of the Holidayss. Homework, tv, town, Thailand, here i come. Went to marie-anne's after school. Watched some shows, slept a while, ate, and slacked. Not really in the mood to blog. Im feeling soo down.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'll like to say. &lt;strong&gt;I'M SORRY SHAWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108575868216351626?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108575868216351626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108575868216351626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575868216351626' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108566661769085786</id><published>2004-05-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:03:37.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FANTASIA'S GONNA WIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia's gonna win. Shawn said so. People from america know it already. so he told me. thats it. she won. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108566661769085786?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108566661769085786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108566661769085786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566661769085786' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108565900999697924</id><published>2004-05-27T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:56:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TODAY IS.. COOOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. pardon me but im feeling kinda high right now. so i myte just blabber nonsensical stuff. not sure why, but i feel great now. altho things are happening to me in my body. but i still feel great. haha.. waiting ryte now for rachel to finish converting the concert cd and i can burn it straight away. no idea wad converting means so i dun give a damn. mann, i gotta shit but mummy's asking me to go to the condo again~ i cant wait for the new sofa to come. then at least i can sit and rest there, rather than standing, not daring to sit on the floor. my poor toe. its so damn pain. but im so glad its recovering. alryte, nicky's wans me to accompany him to watch some mr bean vcd. shall end here. see ya! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108565900999697924?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108565900999697924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108565900999697924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108565900999697924' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108558015498003488</id><published>2004-05-26T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:02:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CLEANING SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann.. was too busy these 2 days to blog much. didn't go to school today. Mr wong called mah house, den mah father. and now my mother wants to go for the meet-the-parent. i went through all the trouble to lie dat she don't really have to go. Efforts gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up the condo yesterday and today. now i can finally rest. steupid tenant. steupid dog. make the house so freaking dirty. my leg's got an infection and i still gotta clean up the dirty house. pollute my leg~ its infested with dog fleas, and dog fur. Mann.. its disgusting. but its so so soo much better now. at least its at a condition for someone to stay in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe is in a bandage. previously it was my finger. Now its my toe. daNg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my lit/ss. Another daNg. and i thought i wouldn't fail any subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised Nicky that i'll bring him out today. but was too tired. broke my promise. yet another daNg. he seemed disappointed. Sorry Nicky! i promise i'll bring u out one day. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's about all. actually there's more. but cant seem to remember wad. so yea.. thats it. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108558015498003488?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108558015498003488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108558015498003488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558015498003488' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108539532826026246</id><published>2004-05-24T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T18:42:08.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;RESULTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoooo!! i can finally enjoy my holidays! i didn't fail any subjects! thats probably quite amazing.. but, yeah man. i did it. I don`t have to quit band, i don`t have to slog during the holidays, i can enjoy myself in thailand! I`m so so soo looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my marks:-&lt;br /&gt;English - 66&lt;br /&gt;Amaths - 63&lt;br /&gt;Emaths - 66&lt;br /&gt;Physics - 52&lt;br /&gt;Biology - 57&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - 68&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - &lt;br /&gt;Lit/SS -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho` results ain`t really that good, but i still managed to get through without failing. well, so far, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff of that. Stayed back to watch cheerleading competition. whoaa.. they sucked at it man- the only class that looked good was 5a. &lt;br /&gt;Well guess that's about all. Real tired. Goodbye and goodnyte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108539532826026246?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108539532826026246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108539532826026246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108539532826026246' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108529734959660855</id><published>2004-05-23T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T15:29:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. i think i drank a little too much yesterdae. msg-ed the dm and quarrelled a little. but i guess everything is forgotten. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out now and im really late. this is gonna be a short one. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108529734959660855?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108529734959660855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108529734959660855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108529734959660855' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108522054212294202</id><published>2004-05-22T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T18:09:02.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NICKY IS SOOO CUTEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. nicky is a lil visitor from america. here to visit. for us to look after. he is terribly cute. touching everything esp the candles. slept at 4 am yesterdae becos i was watching all the cartoon shows with him. jet-lag. not sure if i should bring him over to maxi's. You guys will sure love him. he dug the hole in teresa's winnie the pooh, only making it bigger. so bloooody cute. aww man. i wish he could stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's band was fine good great. the games were not at all boring, but kinda dangerous. But well, no one got injured, so its ok. Projects' managers are doing a good job. &lt;br /&gt;To the DM: i wasn't on duty today. and wads wrong with just switching off the air-con. is that a verry biig chore for u to do? and i repeat. i wasn't on duty today. so dont start it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out now. kenny should be here anytime soon. have a nice night. Adious. -Off to maxi's- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108522054212294202?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108522054212294202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108522054212294202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108522054212294202' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108513234271781671</id><published>2004-05-21T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T21:05:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad on earth is happening to the whether. I think the earth is gonna die. Oh no.. wont dat mean i cant accomplish the tasks i gotta do in years to come? Oh my oh my. Well, even better. I can stop feeling frustrated. I can go to God and live with him. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to feel the responsibility of being the Head of MO. I have to keep the band room clean. and kill all the ants that were attracted to the spilt milk. i so hate ants mann. damn the person who drank it. may he/she get a tummyache visit the toilet every mintue. yeah.. cleaning ah sao they may say. But who cares. I like my job =) big air fresheners, small air fresheners, oil-free insecticide, and dat damn magic clean mop. thats wad i gotta get by tmr. well not realli tmr. but the sooner the better. &lt;br /&gt;There's something i wanna say to him. i hope he sees this. I hope u will regret ur decision u made. becos` i will forget you in time to come. and i'll give u a surprise when i meet you on ur bdae. you will regret it. &lt;strong&gt;You will &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108513234271781671?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108513234271781671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108513234271781671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108513234271781671' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108505430424193585</id><published>2004-05-20T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:58:24.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY BAND. I LOVE MY BAND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had band today and we listened to the concert cd. omg omg omg. it was.. unremarkable. well maybe it wasn't that good. but to us band members, listening to it, just brings back all the memories. the wonderful memories. from scoldings to praises. and i was so so so so soo glad that my solo turned out not as bad as i thought. altho there was a break somewhere, i still feel satisfied with it. the concert was a real success. its now time for SYF.&lt;br /&gt;the new band n drum major is Rachel n Annie. the 2 people i can relate to. great. congratulations to both of you. i feel happy for you. i believe you can lead the band and get that gold. it is right there high up at the top of that ladder. we just have to climb up to it, step by step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BELIEVE WE CAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108505430424193585?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108505430424193585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108505430424193585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108505430424193585' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497167.post-108498808353867245</id><published>2004-05-20T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T01:36:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im starting to blog &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. Because there are many things to say to this particular someone. I have no courage to tell you face to face, so this is the way. You kept me thinking of everything between us. Why u seemed cold towards me. Why you seemed to have feelings for me, but suddenly it disappears. Maybe i was thinking too much. But wad u said, wad u expressed, seemed real. I could tell. I have no idea how u feel towards me. You said you'll go for me, on one condition. Im tryin. Real hard. I thought that was the beginning, that we still had one chance. We seemed half-way there. But everything made a u-turn. I wont force you. Maybe after reading this and after realising that you are the one i am referring to, you'll search your heart and see if there was always this place reserved for me. Or mayb you'll start avoiding me, like you've already started. I have no clue. &lt;strong&gt;No clue at all&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497167-108498808353867245?l=little-bitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108498808353867245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497167/posts/default/108498808353867245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-bitch.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108498808353867245' title=''/><author><name>Missy Steffi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
