<?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-5881853903609837839</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:47:59.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Life.</title><subtitle type='html'>A life with full of chapters. In each chapters, full of wonderful stories, sweet, sad, bad and good times.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7177723359604393726</id><published>2010-02-26T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:31:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch, work.</title><content type='html'>1st March onwards, my social life will be gone. Going to start work from mon till sun, and off days are only tue and thurs. can u imagine how its goin to look like? heh. And i'm praying hard for diploma, the days will be the same because the off days are fixed. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met gfs.. francine, dwi, nisha and thomas. Shalini couldnt make it. sick. so we crap at komala villa at penin. we are the loudest. even someone choked when hearing our laughter. haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7177723359604393726?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7177723359604393726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/sch-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7177723359604393726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7177723359604393726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/sch-work.html' title='sch, work.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3188003704972155673</id><published>2010-02-20T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:26:24.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life life life.</title><content type='html'>i find myself lifeless. heh. ok, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been sooo freaking long time since i update my blog lah. hm... been bz with stuffs. and also.. idk what to write about. anw, i bought a new hp.. N97 MINI! yay! haha...its soo damn cool lah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... knowing some handful people...in my list..deleting one by one away. and i nd Adi is drifted miles apart alrdy. =) and guess what, i think i totally get over him. and no more hopes on him. i swear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently unemployed! wth! still finding jobs...-_-&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing at home. haha. o, got assignmens to do. heh. just remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3188003704972155673?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3188003704972155673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-life-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3188003704972155673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3188003704972155673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-life-life.html' title='life life life.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8952696161149440967</id><published>2010-02-14T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:44:47.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Adika.</title><content type='html'>Lots of things happening in my life. Have to start individual assignment by this week. and going short trip to batam tmr. I need shopping therapy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Between Adi and me, we are drifting apart. well, thats good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To adika,&lt;br /&gt;I wish u good luck in everything u do. Please, dont get influence easily. I know how u are actually. I know what u are looking for in life. And one thing is, you will get it if u know how to do it, or maybe, with who. Definitely not with me. My time isnt up yet to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate whatever u do for me, with me, and to me. U are the best and sweetest guy a gal would ask for, and u are the best boyfriend i have ever had. U made me feel full of love and u made me happy, even though indirectly. U lied to ur parents for me, and spent 3/4 of ur salary on me. I really appreciate everything u did for me. and for that, u are suppose to be with someone better. I know because i am a bad girlfriend. I controlled u too much. I dont allow u to befriend other gals. I dont allow u to lepak2 and stuffs. aBut u have to know i did all that for some reasons. and one of them is not to let u be bad like u are last time. I dont want u to mix ard with that kind of people. But u didnt understand. U thought i m controlling u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are drifting apart. And i think that is what u wanted. U wanted me to lead my oown life without u, and u want to lead ur life without me in it. I know that is what u want. believe me, i am trying my best to forget about memories and to let go of ur shadows. I dont love u anymore, seriously, but maybe i am nt over u totally. I think its because i have spent my 17-19yrs old with u in it, without any other guys. Quite hard to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, i really meant it, because u were with me all this while. I have to learn to lead my life alone, again. I missed u, and all the old days, but things have change. U re nt mine anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though u hurt me the most, but i Loved u the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with loved, &lt;br /&gt;Pu3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8952696161149440967?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8952696161149440967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-adika.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8952696161149440967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8952696161149440967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-adika.html' title='To Adika.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8717344182277993357</id><published>2010-02-14T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:23:16.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how hurt can this be?</title><content type='html'>" Happy Valentines day to u, putri. Even though u are a silent killer, u are still lucky to see me alive within ur side. But stop loving me, thank you. Ur love is a weapon that hurts my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Adika&lt;br /&gt;14 February 2010, 1201am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8717344182277993357?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8717344182277993357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-hurt-can-this-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8717344182277993357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8717344182277993357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-hurt-can-this-be.html' title='how hurt can this be?'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-2092785670923393872</id><published>2010-02-04T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:11:47.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bzzzz</title><content type='html'>ok, i know, its been freaking long time since i blog. Got a real hectic schedule! Seriously, had no time to touch my lappy till yesterday. Anyway, got assignments to do, exams to revise, night classes, sat course..gosh, no life seh. Heh. Anw yesterday, finally met up my gfs. Ok, only 2/5. Went to have lunch at little india..we had naans! Heee...then went to invade nisha's shop..oops...nisha's mother in law shop. Haha..we brought luck! I think she got some big sales coming in yesterday..haha.. thats an indication we have to invade her workplace again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-2092785670923393872?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2092785670923393872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-i-know-its-been-freaking-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2092785670923393872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2092785670923393872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-i-know-its-been-freaking-long-time.html' title='bzzzz'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8508508311793813132</id><published>2010-01-27T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:52:56.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to an admin interview yesterday before sch. And was interviewed by HR manager. Bladdy hell. Screwed me up and dwn. Seriously i felt irritated and frustated. Felt like shouting at him bck. But nvm. HR manager. Sats hw he suppose to be. And then i found out working under MOM. Wahh.. Now i understand why he ask me stupid and in depth qns. Hmm... Hopefully i get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8508508311793813132?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8508508311793813132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-admin-interview-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8508508311793813132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8508508311793813132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-admin-interview-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1267648331683798103</id><published>2010-01-22T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:24:54.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind ur own business</title><content type='html'>i know the exhibition is in ur place, but that does'nt mean u hv to poke ur nose to our jobscope. Before i create some trouble there, its better if u guys mind ur own business. Stop complaining to our management because we cn do the same to u too. Remember, karma is around, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1267648331683798103?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1267648331683798103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/mind-ur-own-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1267648331683798103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1267648331683798103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/mind-ur-own-business.html' title='mind ur own business'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3095883698189522540</id><published>2010-01-14T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:50:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bz schedule</title><content type='html'>Finally! i get to use my lappy! fuhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bz this week. Lets see my schedule this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon - Work, theory evaluation. reached home about 7pm, eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tue - work, accounting class. reached home 11pm. eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Work, accounting class. reached home 11pm. eat. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Thur - work, short date. shld be reaching home by 9pm. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;fri - work, management class. shld be reaching home by 11pm. eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sat - fucking management class, finish at 1pm. grp discussion.. maybe ending in 1-2hrs. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Pickup DVD player, date with Adi. another half day to rest before starting the routine again on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh!!! I feel so burden! And i feel so tired after doing my schedule. well, well, well...&lt;br /&gt;that's my life, right? i dont have options for now right? hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3095883698189522540?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3095883698189522540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/bz-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3095883698189522540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3095883698189522540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/bz-schedule.html' title='bz schedule'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3843850333254146944</id><published>2010-01-10T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:45:12.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored -_-</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tmr i gonna go for the theory evaluation again. And come on, please make sure i pass dear god. =(&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i dont like accounting lessons! how am i goin to drag myself to classes this tue and wed?? urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3843850333254146944?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3843850333254146944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3843850333254146944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3843850333254146944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html' title='bored -_-'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4312626758741184220</id><published>2010-01-09T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:16:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaking hair, lame lectures, and damn failure!</title><content type='html'>omg. i cut my hair! haha. ok, an inch or so is not a big deal, but it is to me! LOL. so yeah.. cut my blonde away. dyed dark brown and highlighted abit, naturally. I look fresher than ever! heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? yest went for another theory evaluation. i fuckin fail lah. the computer lied to me seh. i failed by 9 marks! impossible! grr... nvm2... even apek taxi can do it, why not me? i dont care, gonna do it again and again! hmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my new lecturers are super hyper, especially management studies. seriously, kecoh in class. making some jokes till i find it quite lame in the end lah. anyway, i think we gonna love it better, but not accountings. can i don't go for accounting lessons? please......? ok, cannot.-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now, new life. and i forgot about the past, that is, 2009. Well, tried to. and this year, when i dont want anythingto choose from, all choices come upon me to choose from. WTH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4312626758741184220?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4312626758741184220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/freaking-hair-lame-lectures-and-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4312626758741184220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4312626758741184220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/freaking-hair-lame-lectures-and-damn.html' title='freaking hair, lame lectures, and damn failure!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6685985683879542217</id><published>2010-01-05T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:26:24.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans.</title><content type='html'>This year, I have plans to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Attend to my hair. It needs serious treatment and needs to dye back. A new me!&lt;br /&gt;2) Study harder. At least, pass all the modules.&lt;br /&gt;3) Find stable job. At least, more temp/part time jobs. Don't bother mummy's pocket anymore.&lt;br /&gt;4) My room needs a serious makeover, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;5) Spend time with lovelies gfs more.&lt;br /&gt;6) Find a better, hotter boyfie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be done? I'll try. Remind me aite. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6685985683879542217?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6685985683879542217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6685985683879542217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6685985683879542217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/plans.html' title='plans.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8481418376839897807</id><published>2010-01-04T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:02:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming;AJ</title><content type='html'>Went to AJ's apartment at GWC to swim. Had lotsa fun!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and AJ went back to Brunei today.&lt;br /&gt;so sad...=(&lt;br /&gt;Come back ASAP, AJEERAH! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8481418376839897807?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8481418376839897807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/swimmingaj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8481418376839897807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8481418376839897807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/swimmingaj.html' title='swimming;AJ'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5672997022847615848</id><published>2010-01-01T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:28:05.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. time fly real fast. i mean, REAL fast seh. wow... another year came. another beautiful memories to create, and another shit to go through.&lt;br /&gt;wow.. ihave alot of things to achieve this year... let me see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finish my Diploma with good results&lt;br /&gt;2) finish up my liscence!&lt;br /&gt;3) save MORE money, Pu3!&lt;br /&gt;4) Stop buying all those branded and expensive things for god sake, Pu3!&lt;br /&gt;5) Take a course..hm..music or arts?&lt;br /&gt;6) Get a new, hotter and better boyfie! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ok2, i think thats all for now. i'll think of more and i'll update. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5672997022847615848?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5672997022847615848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5672997022847615848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5672997022847615848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-2546130585866817724</id><published>2009-12-30T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:48:25.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam results</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;I got my exams result and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Distinction&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUNDAMENTALS ON ECONOMICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Credit&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IDEAS &amp;amp; CRYTICAL ANALYSIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't believe i pass the freaking exams! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok2..i was damn excited that i was shouting infront of my lappy yesterday night when i got my results thru email. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-2546130585866817724?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2546130585866817724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/exam-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2546130585866817724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2546130585866817724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/exam-results.html' title='exam results'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5465594511761922287</id><published>2009-12-29T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:47:30.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job.</title><content type='html'>Looking for a part time job for extra income. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5465594511761922287?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5465594511761922287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5465594511761922287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5465594511761922287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/job.html' title='job.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4319219112001353473</id><published>2009-12-28T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:21:13.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard geek</title><content type='html'>yesterday went to Su's wedding at desa kartika restaurant in takashimaya. so cool to have wedding in town!&lt;br /&gt;Anw, as usual, we did some history there.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, while we were goin to take pics with bride and groom, AJ's bag hit the decoration stuffs infront of the seats while Nisha was infront there. and when the thing fell, Nisha was screaming. Can u imagine how the situation is like? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Nisha was traumatised. haha. but i guess my friend will understand. She knw pretty well how kecoh we cn be. =)&lt;br /&gt;so after that, we spent time at cineleisure. watched Alvin &amp;amp; the chipmunks 2. it was damn hilarious and funny. =)&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went to burger King to chill. because of my feet. because of my sandals that i bought 3hrs before. whyy? because my sandals came out and wore out. so had to throw it alrdy. and i spent like 69 bucks for the new pair? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, went to mummy's workplace. eat, and took my bro. me, my bro, frannie and nisha walk around ION. till ard 10pm, when we decided to go home. FINALLY! haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. reached hme about 11 plus. No more time to waste, bathe, put oilment on feet and zzzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4319219112001353473?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4319219112001353473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/orchard-geek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4319219112001353473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4319219112001353473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/orchard-geek.html' title='Orchard geek'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6326574555075217238</id><published>2009-12-26T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:17:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas party yesterday evening was fun! We took lotsa pictures and we fooled around till at night when I nd Nisha decided to go first at around 9pm. We played truth or dare and Heart Attack, which was really a heart attack! hehehe...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...the pictures are up in facebok alrdy. take a look! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got my friend's wedding at desa kartika, takashimaya! ohh...i dont knw what to wear! oh dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6326574555075217238?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6326574555075217238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6326574555075217238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6326574555075217238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8220937084559744933</id><published>2009-12-24T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:52:40.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babebo</title><content type='html'>tmr christmas party! yeah! can't wait to invade francine's house! shit, havent wrap up present for francine...-_-&lt;br /&gt;yest was great! Seoul garden for dinner! haha..dont be jealous. so yeah..spent like 2hrs there. superb food. anw before that, met francine and nisha, who invaded my workplace. lol. from 130pm till 330pm, w crapped there like hell. so..while waitin for my mum... saw 2 aliens. Ash and Shoe. haha. ok2. they act as if they didnt see us. WHAT EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok2... update tmr then. tdy dull. nothing to do. no work. no sch. huhuhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8220937084559744933?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8220937084559744933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/babebo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8220937084559744933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8220937084559744933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/babebo.html' title='babebo'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8844597912926839504</id><published>2009-12-22T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:49:45.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>normal, moderate, sweet</title><content type='html'>It seems that i never learnt my lessons. I can't resist to go out with him. I can't stop from holding his hands and punch him and dragged him and kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;I know i sounds stupid...no, i am stupid..hmm... i'll try harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, yesterday we met at j.e mrt station. pass him the meat, and we went off to IMM. got some food for my family, and we had a short date in Swensons. Had this nes seafood sambal pizza, and then a Milo Indulgement ice cream. we shared the food, but he payed for it. haha..&lt;br /&gt;auuww...i still owe him a sakura/seoul garden meal. oh, and his shoes. oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave him the wallet yesterday. he said it was lovely. and he dont dare to use it. haha. i told him to use it by tonite because its expensive. how expensive? Nisha will knw. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8844597912926839504?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8844597912926839504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/normal-moderate-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8844597912926839504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8844597912926839504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/normal-moderate-sweet.html' title='normal, moderate, sweet'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6938080433914459919</id><published>2009-12-20T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:56:11.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boom!</title><content type='html'>BBq was nice yesterday. we spent like few hours just to start on the fire. haha. we tried several ways to do so. from the idea of burning newspaper to fanning up to using aloooot of fire starter, the charcoal won't burnt. urgh. until we have to ask thomas to rush down to help us ASAP. haha. thanks thomas, hero of the day! =D&lt;br /&gt;So...real bbq start of at 6pm and i went home at 8pm. i knw..short hours. what to do. -_-&lt;br /&gt;yeah,we bbq chickens, then fish, mushroom, nisha's compressed fishballs =D, and more stuffs. nice dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;pictures were taken aloooot. haha. frannie, upload it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for christmas. got a party at francine's house!&lt;br /&gt;and 27 dec, my friend's wedding. we're all goin to invade her ceremony! =)&lt;br /&gt;I think after being single, I spent more time with my girlfriends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just now, when i called adi and ask him when to meet him for the last time to give him his things and stuffs, he got angry with me. haha. what's that means? i dont want to know. I made up my mind. He's faded away from my heart. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6938080433914459919?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6938080433914459919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6938080433914459919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6938080433914459919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/boom.html' title='boom!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7307064548442980912</id><published>2009-12-18T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:16:59.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>220209-071009</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i wonder. How difficult a life can be. And how easy a life can be. When we fall in love, it gives u the most memorable thing u will hardly forget for the whole life. The world seems to turn beautifully, and the sun seems to shine perfectly. And when we meet him, the world is just 'you and me'. Isnt it sweet to think about that?&lt;br /&gt;But when u fell out of love, you can feel how tensed it is when we're stress up about things. how the sun shines at u hardly, and how the world seems unfair to u.&lt;br /&gt;And that is how i am feeling. I fell out of love and i feel like there's a burden following me around. Is it true? Is the memories that I onced treasured now became a burden to me?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it is.&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts to think about u.&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts to think about us, our past.&lt;br /&gt;you and me. We thought we can make it. But we did not.&lt;br /&gt;All the sayings were merely myths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know, from the start, sensed the difference between us. But we ignored it. we thought we could cover it up, and make it better. An that was the mistake. the mistake that i shouldnt have made, because of u. Because i love u and i want u, i made the wrong decision. I never regret knowing u. I never regret falling in love with u. I never regret doing anything with u. But i regret doing the mistake. If we dont just follow our hearts, we wont be this long and it wont hurt this much.&lt;br /&gt;I knw, i hurt u too. some times, indirectly, i hurt u. And i am sorry about that. maybe unintentionally, i did it. But i never meant to. U know that. U knw how much u meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being with u was the best part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you was the sweetest memory i had.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is the beautiful feelings.&lt;br /&gt;breaking up with u is the most hurtful thing u ever done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away all memories.&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't be my shadow anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I dont need u, like how i dont need him.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i will get amnesia, forget about him, and start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 16 Dec 2009, since our last big fight for 5 hrs otp, I've decided...&lt;br /&gt;to let u go.&lt;br /&gt;to let my hands grabbing on ur finger, go.&lt;br /&gt;to let go of ur heart.&lt;br /&gt;to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find ur own way, the way u wanted.&lt;br /&gt;And definitely, its not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what u want all this while.&lt;br /&gt;for me to let u go.&lt;br /&gt;to stop contacting u.&lt;br /&gt;u got what u want.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i lost the game.&lt;br /&gt;I am the loser.&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;Let the winner be the one i love.&lt;br /&gt;Let u be happy in ur own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;go and dont come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7307064548442980912?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7307064548442980912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/220209-071009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7307064548442980912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7307064548442980912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/220209-071009.html' title='220209-071009'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3723721546681590220</id><published>2009-12-13T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:40:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday.</title><content type='html'>from fri till today, i was at homestay in Kota tinggi, JB. fuhh... seriously damn nice scenery.&lt;br /&gt;I got a real view of a village. A small village, eating kampung foods at the kampung stall... nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;Sat, we went to crocodile farm. And its really satisfiing. hee... crocodiles from big to small... and w gt to touch andcarry 4mths old baby crocodile! so cutteee!&lt;br /&gt;that night, went to watch fieflies. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Anw... tmr exam! damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3723721546681590220?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3723721546681590220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3723721546681590220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3723721546681590220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday.html' title='holiday.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3333177079656575190</id><published>2009-12-10T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:01:52.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely night.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after work, met my gfs and Adi at Plaza Singapura. And i was super damn hungry lah. soo... they suggest McD, LJS, Burger King... but i'm nt approving any of it. no way!&lt;br /&gt;McD - Just got it for my lunch&lt;br /&gt;LJS - got it for my lunch the day before&lt;br /&gt;Burger King - Anti. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo...we decided on KFC. heeee...long time didnt eat KFC! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw..after that, we went to clarke quay to chill. witnessed some bungee jumping and over-reacting/shoutings. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;we got these balloons... from this Santarina. whatever she was being called as.&lt;br /&gt;and because the night was damn windy, 2 of the 3 balloons jump down to the river. and best part, everyone was looking at us because only us had the balloons. heh.&lt;br /&gt;so, the last balloon was honoured to be put at the bush. hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised we create some history yesterday night. haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was damn fun. we played BUTT SMACKING! LOL! Started by Adi who smacked my butt, followed by Nisha who continued and everyone was like trying to smack each other's butt. grrr....&lt;br /&gt;I knw..we sounds wierd. haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3333177079656575190?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3333177079656575190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/lovely-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3333177079656575190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3333177079656575190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/lovely-night.html' title='lovely night.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3370813713007673884</id><published>2009-12-07T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:55:00.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break-up Date II</title><content type='html'>I know, from the start, we are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;you told me that ur love has faded away, but deep down inside, there's still love.&lt;br /&gt;I know, u're forcing urself to stop loving me. And u say we have to fight it. We can't let feelings take over our mind. Between you and me, we know, there's a difference, which nobody else might understand. There's a huge gap that made us impossible to be back together again.  I understand, but i still couldnt accept it. Yeah, i thought i was over you alrdy. I thought by dating someone else, I might forget about you. I convinced my friends that i have no more feelings towards u anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;When our eyes meet, it came back. everything came back. I felt the feelings that i denied. And you confessed too. Im touched when u said, this is the first time u're crying with an ex-gf because of our feelings. yeah, we cried. our tears united. Alot of times, u said u were sorry for breaking up with me. Of course, what can i say. its ur choice and everything's done.&lt;br /&gt;For 1 hr, we're emotional. We talked from hear to heart. I felt satisfied. I felt like we're back like before.&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;U keep reminding me. Yeah, i know. U're trying to control urself. u're trying not to burst crying. But, i know u better. I know u inside out. ur eyes are red. and there's tears. And i know its ur dad's bdae today. and u're supposed to go KFC at 830pm. But u lied to them and said u're at Lavender when we actually are at skypark. I know u lied for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the talk.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the warm hug we had.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saying 'i love u' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the best thing ever happen since we broke up. we went home holding hands. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3370813713007673884?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3370813713007673884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-up-date-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3370813713007673884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3370813713007673884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-up-date-ii.html' title='Break-up Date II'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6089894211984472701</id><published>2009-12-07T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:39:37.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break-up date</title><content type='html'>Yeah, today I met Adi for our date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to Toa Payoh, then Marina Barrage. In the end, we went to vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;He bought tix for NewMoon at GVMax. heh. had to watch it 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did had a good, long, emotional talk.&lt;br /&gt;we really talked things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at SkyPark with our McD meals, we watched the sunset. and we watched ferries going in and out of the bay. We went out from there around 830pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6089894211984472701?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6089894211984472701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-up-date_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6089894211984472701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6089894211984472701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-up-date_07.html' title='Break-up date'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4344905427582593145</id><published>2009-12-06T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:03:17.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break up date?</title><content type='html'>woooaa...&lt;br /&gt;Tmr gonna be my duedate for 1st individual assignment. how time fly so fast huh. anyway, no worries. i had it ready for past 2 weeks. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm cracking my brain to do the 2nd individual assignment, economics. blueh! freaking tired of thinking lah! ok, whatever it is, have to get it done by today! coz due date will be thurs, and i wanna send it tmr too. gd luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr, gonna have a 'break-up date' with my lovely ex-boyfie, adi.&lt;br /&gt;I know, i know. we're wierdos. huhu. can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the plan is, after work, gonna hand in my assignments, then to Toa payoh to meet him, wanna watch NewMoon again there, then goin to Toa payoh town park to eat. =) sounds lovely rite? if only we're still together... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;PU3! wake up! do ur assignments rather than fbking! LOL! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, happy bdae to my dear girl, Nisha. at last, u're lovely legally 18. im gonna be 19 in like 2 more months! wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Nisha, we all love u. especially francine and me. we know u can be mature enough to decide whats right, whats wrong. but whatever u doing, think twice aite. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, got to get goin with assignment! gd luck to me...again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4344905427582593145?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4344905427582593145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-up-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4344905427582593145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4344905427582593145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-up-date.html' title='break up date?'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8582730531951749193</id><published>2009-12-05T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T14:46:36.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain.</title><content type='html'>its raining heavily. so cold and cozy for me to sleep. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;later, gonna go under my blk. shop vendor auntie's daughter married. will have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8582730531951749193?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8582730531951749193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8582730531951749193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8582730531951749193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain.html' title='rain.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4498178852100560245</id><published>2009-12-04T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:03:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wierdo.</title><content type='html'>I find him wierd.&lt;br /&gt;He changes his story always.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think he suits me, or we are?&lt;br /&gt;Imma so confuse.&lt;br /&gt;He made me think.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bad at thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Shall i continue with him?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall i erase him from ma list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4498178852100560245?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4498178852100560245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/wierdo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4498178852100560245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4498178852100560245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/wierdo.html' title='wierdo.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1800969327478707986</id><published>2009-12-03T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:42:31.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great random nights</title><content type='html'>Met my gfs, Nisha, Frannie, Dwi... and guess what? AJ is back in singapore!!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw yesterday ate dinner at tongseng..usual lah..chicken rice..what else? hehe... then we crap with each other infront of national library...the stage... yeah..spent like 1hr talking stuffs. haha.. and they tried to dig as many secret as they can from me...about what? what else? bf lah! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...yest was 1st day at work in wdlnds lib. boooooored. serious. boredom.kills.me.&lt;br /&gt;anyone, entertain me please. =)&lt;br /&gt;oooh...nisha coming later to kacau. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1800969327478707986?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1800969327478707986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-random-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1800969327478707986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1800969327478707986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-random-nights.html' title='great random nights'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-425115930867047436</id><published>2009-11-30T16:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:43:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bzbzbzbzbz</title><content type='html'>I'm as bz as a bee... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, these few days, i'm a very the bz gal. haha. Hari raya haji, went to korban at mukminin. at night, we bbq the meat. yest and tdy, i went to batam. shopping.. i literally did a SHOPPING THERAPY. I bought 2 of my friends gifts, GUESS &amp;amp; JIMMY CHOO bags, PRADA sunglasses, CELEB watch. seriously, i think shopping is totally fun!...if u have enough money. hehehe. soo... if converted to s$, i spent $200 in Batam. =) its worth it actually.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day at work. idk whether they goin to continue us or nt, but i want!!! ohh...&lt;br /&gt;And the whole week frm 7-13 Dec, i'm holidaying! goin to KL and to Kota tinggi for homestay. cool rite? i know...;)&lt;br /&gt;ohhh....Dec coming..cnt wait for BBQ with my cliques!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-425115930867047436?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/425115930867047436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/bzbzbzbzbz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/425115930867047436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/425115930867047436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/bzbzbzbzbz.html' title='bzbzbzbzbz'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1593886849797915103</id><published>2009-11-25T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:59:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FotoEfek.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1OTEzMjI1NDQyMSZwdD*xMjU5MTMyMzMzMDkzJnA9MTc*NzUxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*5M2NmMTA3MmM3NDk*YjZlYTA*MDQ2OGU3YTk2MjVkNSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotoefek.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/6922/98894578.jpg" border="0" alt="FotoEfek.com Photo Effects" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1593886849797915103?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1593886849797915103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/fotoefekcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1593886849797915103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1593886849797915103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/fotoefekcom.html' title='FotoEfek.com'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5534002255467227150</id><published>2009-11-25T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:58:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Adi's home! and i just talked to him. I guess we will be normal as we used to be. Idk whether to look at him as a friend, or ex-bf, or my loved one. 1 thing for sure, i do misssssssssss him aloot! and i think we, including our friends, planning bbqing in 19 dec.. hmm... let me see.. nisha's bdae on the 6 dec, adi's on 12 dec, my exams done on 16 dec...ok..great. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5534002255467227150?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5534002255467227150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5534002255467227150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5534002255467227150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5066001484064740505</id><published>2009-11-24T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:11:18.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because of u</title><content type='html'>Can i be as bz as now forever?&lt;br /&gt;so i won't have time to think about other things in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Can I do assignments forever?&lt;br /&gt;So i will have time only to do reasearch and will have lesser time to think about social life.&lt;br /&gt;Can i work as a researcher instead?&lt;br /&gt;So I won't have any time to think about love life, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. seriously, i've been trying to forget about u. and i nearly succeed when u did not call me for several days. U said its because ur ppd is low, but i knw, deep down inside, u're helping me to forget about u. I don't have time to really think about anything else, except for my assignment and grp projects with the due date nearing. And at work too, i'm bz doing research instead of really working. Do u see how much effort i put in just to forget about u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my friends say u don't deserve me. I deserve a better guy than u. Even Nisha was shouting indirectly to wake me up. Literally wake me up. I did, but i still prefer to be in my dream. My heart refuse to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, it was u and me. It was only us. and we're still together like before. Like we never had been. We love each other. And i'm always praying the dream won't fade away. Too bad. dream is just a dream. It really faded away, when u say ur love for me has faded away too. I felt bad. I felt bad because i'm still dreaming of u. I'm still hoping for u in silence. I hate myself because i am still loving u. how i wish i can tell u that i have forgotten about u one day. impossible. really. I knw my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurting terribily. I know u don't care, and i don't want u to care. let me console myself, like before. I'm used to it. kn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss u. I miss u damn much. u're coming back tmr. and that makes me feel worst. I'm gonna see u, talk to u, sms u everyday. can i forget about u? i doubt so. And when i look at u longer than usual, just keep quiet and dont ask. I'm scared i might burst out crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5066001484064740505?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5066001484064740505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-of-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5066001484064740505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5066001484064740505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-of-u.html' title='because of u'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1474217442467845910</id><published>2009-11-21T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:09:44.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranormal Activity</title><content type='html'>today is a relaxing day!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivocity with my gfs. =) our promise as 12pm, but I and Nisha reached at 1230pm.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to have Brunch. hee. =) After that, we bought tix for Paranormal Activity, 1420 show.&lt;br /&gt;Paranormal Activity was damn effing scary lah! especially for the last 5 mins. everyone was screaming out loud, and that includes me! haha..seriously, it was full of suspense. and at last, the guy got killed.. after that, we was trembling sia... haha..my leg felt like jelly. LOL. =D&lt;br /&gt;Then we chilled around, eating puff, and off I and frannie go home. Nisha goin to watch PA again wit her bf in the evening. heee....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1474217442467845910?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1474217442467845910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/paranormal-activity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1474217442467845910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1474217442467845910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/paranormal-activity.html' title='Paranormal Activity'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5675017729614375713</id><published>2009-11-20T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:48:13.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i still dreaming?</title><content type='html'>In 5 more days, Adi will be back to Singapore. I'm looking forward for it because i miss him. But i'm not looking forward for it because i know, i'm no longer in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PU3, WAKE UP FROM DREAM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5675017729614375713?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5675017729614375713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-i-still-dreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5675017729614375713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5675017729614375713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-i-still-dreaming.html' title='am i still dreaming?'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5771730875350806846</id><published>2009-11-18T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:12:30.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic.</title><content type='html'>ok, this week is hell. seriously, i'm like rushing from here to there. heh. thats the consequences of working and schooling at the same time. very hectic. but but but... we manage to do our grp assignment ontime. so yest alrdy sent in out softcopy. and our presentation will be nxt tue, 8.10pm. wish me gd luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;So... my assignment for Ms Maha's paper done! printed! and due date will be nxt wk. =)&lt;br /&gt;Next is Econ's assignments... aiya... i'm really tired... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5771730875350806846?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5771730875350806846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/hectic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5771730875350806846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5771730875350806846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/hectic.html' title='hectic.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1706656088748396805</id><published>2009-11-14T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:54:05.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks</title><content type='html'>Finally...&lt;br /&gt;the grp project for ms maha's class is goin to end soon. left for some referencing and some reading to do. oh, nut can't be too happy first. Putri, u haven't start both ur individual assignments right? and its due like in 2 more weeks? grr...  oh, and there's another grp project.. economic's. but i think that's easier actually. and i chose healthcare to be my topic... coz i think healthcare is the IN thing right nw. diseases are anywhere.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw, yest gt to talk to adi 2 times. well, at work, he called me. and at night, he called. we talked bout my bro... he dropped to NA after 2 yrs in EXP. but then, I fed-up with him coz he was like siding him. and i just told him we cn talk about this when we meet. easier. and ya knw what?? he said "bye" and slammed dwn the phone. WTH!! its nt like i cn call him bck... urgh! i hope he call me today. i dont wanna hang up the phone in an angry way. haiix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i think i'm reorganizing my things... I gonna list out everything i have to do. and when its done, i will erase them off. I think this way it will make my life pretty easier. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1706656088748396805?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1706656088748396805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1706656088748396805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1706656088748396805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3150324257158305044</id><published>2009-11-12T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:04:35.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Pms pms pms pms pms pms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3150324257158305044?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3150324257158305044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/pms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3150324257158305044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3150324257158305044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8345590763736468651</id><published>2009-11-12T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:11:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate it.</title><content type='html'>ok, this weekend, specifically sunday, i have to start my indivual assignment research first. hm... 3 assignments waiting for me... grrrrrrr! i can go insane trying to organise my daily schedule. haiyo. I'm damn tired. don't ask me whyy. idk either. btw yest went to JB to catch mly movie, PISAU CUKUR and eat. 11pm i reached home. now, i brought my lappy to work to do assignment. and i feel like time is nt flying at all. damn slow lah. idk whyy but i hate this week. i feel like everything is nt right.tonite i have economic class. my so not fav. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8345590763736468651?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8345590763736468651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8345590763736468651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8345590763736468651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/hate-it.html' title='hate it.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8804940176730812574</id><published>2009-11-09T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:10:07.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drenched.</title><content type='html'>ok, today went towork without umbrella. stupid me! no, wrong word. forgetful me! urgh! so i was stuck at the house bus stop for 15 mn before i decided to just walked thru the rain with my jacket and hoodies. =)&lt;br /&gt;And i straight away had a hot shower. hehe.. i'm nt gonna fall sick... no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he ok there? he got his R&amp;amp;R. I hope he behaved well. I knw how he behaved. like seriously. He didnt called me for like 2 days. what's he doin? ok, stop thinking bout him. its over. Pu3, accept the fact aite. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8804940176730812574?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8804940176730812574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/drenched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8804940176730812574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8804940176730812574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/drenched.html' title='drenched.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4454006978340241297</id><published>2009-11-08T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:26:50.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie date and pay day</title><content type='html'>hmm... been a long freaking time since i watched movies. every little things will remind me of him. damn seh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday I dragged francine to a PSORIASIS talk in Sgh. it ends at 4pm. after that, we walked around for a moment and went to mrt with taxi. Met Nisha and Shalini t dhobygaut. We went to plaza singapura.planned to watch movie, so we queued for the movie first. and we got the 1840pm tix for JENNIFER"S BODY. hmm..after that, had our dinner and off Shalini went, home.&lt;br /&gt;So the 3 of us went to cinema. well, it start freaking late though. I really hate the visa card advertisement. Was puking when i saw that. ok, crap. =)&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it started at 7pm. and by the time its 9pm, our legs quite wobbly. and to make things interesting, Nisha screamed 3 times in the cinema. and hers is the loudest. haha. Nisha, please dont watch horror movies alone. =)&lt;br /&gt;So, during the show, Adi called and say hi. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;And i reach home at 10pm. =) nt late right? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;And today, i got my first pay for j.e librian..that is $344, but i payed my mum my debt, and i hold $144. after that, got my tutoring pay...$80. hmph. another half was given to agent sia. nt fair! nvm, nxt mth will be 160 bucks. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4454006978340241297?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4454006978340241297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-date-and-pay-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4454006978340241297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4454006978340241297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-date-and-pay-day.html' title='movie date and pay day'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7102060314560788800</id><published>2009-11-06T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:29:07.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be fine.</title><content type='html'>Now deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;you know, it cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;But i'm too proud to show it&lt;br /&gt;Pain in my chest&lt;br /&gt;like i lost my breath&lt;br /&gt;but he just doesn't know it&lt;br /&gt;So many things that i'm just dying to say&lt;br /&gt;But i can't seem to tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its killing me, toknow that he wants to leave&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not gonna beg him to stay&lt;br /&gt;cause i got my pride, I'm not gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;There won't be no tears falling from these eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't need her to see, that its killing me&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wory about me&lt;br /&gt;Boy i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to call me again&lt;br /&gt;Boy its alright&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to ask me if i will be okay&lt;br /&gt;Boy i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;By i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta tell me we can still be friends&lt;br /&gt;you ain't gotta make excuses and pretend&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Say i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better if we don't speak at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can't believe, that i feel so deep&lt;br /&gt;And i let my heart so open&lt;br /&gt;now i gotta try, to keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;These words, are better left unspoken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7102060314560788800?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7102060314560788800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7102060314560788800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7102060314560788800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-fine.html' title='I&apos;ll be fine.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6541706645392228423</id><published>2009-11-06T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:17:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenangan terindah</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since i see u. since i hug u. and since i kissed u. And now, i'm counting down to the day u'll be coming back to singapore. How i wish time will stop before that too. so i wont have to feel the pain and hurt when i see u again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang lemah tanpamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang rentan karena&lt;br /&gt;cinta yang telah hilang darimu&lt;br /&gt;yang mampu menyanjungku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama mata terbuka&lt;br /&gt;samai jantung tak berdetak&lt;br /&gt;selama itu pun&lt;br /&gt;Aku mampu untuk mengenangku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darimu, ku temukan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;bagiku, kau lah cinta sejati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;br /&gt;adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;kan ku jadikan kau kenangan&lt;br /&gt;yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;yang telah terukir abadi&lt;br /&gt;sebagai kenangan yang terindah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6541706645392228423?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6541706645392228423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/kenangan-terindah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6541706645392228423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6541706645392228423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/kenangan-terindah.html' title='kenangan terindah'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-2686268894339836747</id><published>2009-11-04T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:02:05.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end.</title><content type='html'>Its time to let u go, isnt it? because i have hung on u for so long till ur love became a pity for me. and yeah, at last u told me the truth. ur love for me has faded away.&lt;br /&gt;How am i going to leave without u?&lt;br /&gt;All this while, my decision in almost everything, i look upon u and my mum. and now... who is going to replace u?&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, nobody can replace u. At least for now. I dont know how long I will take in order to move on, coz the hurt of breaking up with 3 of my ex bf before u is not as pain as this. But breaking up with u, it felt like being stabbed alot of times deeply till my heart broke into half. I dont know how to react when i see u after this. i dont know how to say anything when u call me after this. and i dont know how to react if we were to hang out with our friends. for sure, my tears will roll down. but if can, i dont wanna u see it. even though i'm nt independent, but i think i'm strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i am typing this with my tears flowing heavily. My tears of disappointment. My tears of heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd rather u not coming back to Singapore, if u will just tell me that i am no longer in ur heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-2686268894339836747?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2686268894339836747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2686268894339836747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2686268894339836747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.html' title='The end.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6077037326165762333</id><published>2009-11-03T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:06:27.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-broken girl</title><content type='html'>yeah, u know it hurts deep inside. u know how it feels. yet, u still did it. u know i can't live without u, yet u leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;And u decided that between us, there will be no 2nd chance to be given. And it felt like u just stabbed me deeply in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to let u go then. hope u're happy with ur decision. I tried to change, and i think its working out, but u decided too soon to see my changes. u promised, didnt u? Dan sebagai umat Islam, dengan apa yang i baca buku2 agama kt library, ORANG ISLAM HARUS MENGOTAKAN JANJINYA KEPADA SESIAPA SAHAJA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6077037326165762333?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6077037326165762333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-broken-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6077037326165762333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6077037326165762333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-broken-girl.html' title='Heart-broken girl'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-926188100405387718</id><published>2009-11-02T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:00:44.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytale.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a princess living peacefully at Bukit Batok. She had her daily routines... go to school, reached home, bath, tv, sleep. One lucky day, she met someone. Someone who is emo. And that someone was a guy. A guy who she thinks... nt her taste. And there they went. They contact each other. And their first date was National Library.&lt;br /&gt;So, it went on. They were comfortable with each other. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;220209&lt;br /&gt;They declare themselve in a relationship. It was at Simei. And they hoped they will last long. and they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071009&lt;br /&gt;She don't want to accept it. She can't accept the fact, the reality. But he can. And he did accept the fact, the reality. Because he's the one who made the decision. He's the one who can't stand her attitude anymore. He's the one who leave her. And he doesnt show any emotions, except anger. She's heartbroken. It felt like someone stabbing her heart with a knife. She didnt know what to do. She's lost and confuse. and she didnt like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and till now...&lt;br /&gt;She still love him. She still waiting for him. She tried to open her heart for someone else, yet, nobody can take over his place. She's too comfortable with him alrdy. And she hope, when he comes back from Wallaby, he's going to say the words she's waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the story of the princess. How does it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-926188100405387718?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/926188100405387718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/926188100405387718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/926188100405387718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/fairytale.html' title='fairytale.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1098532900389501198</id><published>2009-11-01T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:31:01.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night!</title><content type='html'>yesterday nite, went to sci centre for Halloween night. Tell u what, if u have some heart or chronic illness, u better dont go. serious. heeeee...&lt;br /&gt;ok, we start off the day by meeting at J.e interchange. and then proceed to sci cntre. hmm... we bought the tix..which cost $8. hm...worth it. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... the trail stats at 7pm. we had to go grp by grp. so 4 o us, nisha, frannie, jess and me..&lt;br /&gt;and it was a mummy at first. jumping out from the "house". and nisha surrendered to them. LOL! gosh, it will be a long story to tell mann...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, we had FUN! seriously!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1098532900389501198?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1098532900389501198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1098532900389501198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1098532900389501198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7057584682131099659</id><published>2009-10-31T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:36:44.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic</title><content type='html'>wow...&lt;br /&gt;At last the weekend came. fuhh!&lt;br /&gt;this wek is hectic mann. run here, run there. lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;This week i gt sch and work. and yesterday had to rush to MICA, get supervisor's signature, and run all the way to UOB Plaza to send our timesheet. wah... 35/day x 11. =)) Not going to broke again! heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays.. Adi called me everyday. =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, he sounds like he's still in Pasir Laba camp. The old, same complains. haha. used to it mann.&lt;br /&gt;except that w can't meet. =(&lt;br /&gt;Miss him alottt!!! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...2 weeks past by.3 more weeks to endure it. we will survive knknkn? =D&lt;br /&gt;anw, tonite meeting frannie, nisha and jessica for halloween at sci centre! hope its as fun as last year at Safari seh! heee....&lt;br /&gt;and tmr gt tuition. damn! urgh. tired2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7057584682131099659?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7057584682131099659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/hectic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7057584682131099659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7057584682131099659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/hectic.html' title='hectic'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7017003314485241402</id><published>2009-10-25T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:39:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boombastic day.</title><content type='html'>LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..i'm feeling wierd tdy. u knw whyy? because i'm doing research for my assignment. Hahaha! That's the last thing i really want to do mann. But i knw, I NEED to do it. haiya. If not, 3 people will kill me seh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am doing bout ageing population in Singapore. wow... i'm impressed about myself LOL. I had printed out like 4 sets of journals and reports. and its really thick, i can say it. My printer was like crying for help. can't help it, sorry dear printer! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya...yesterday nite, msn-ing with my gfs and ex-bf. we convo together2... till about 1145pm i guess. haha... funn! talked rubbish and stuffs.Hmm.. and went to TP yesterday. just to look ard and have McD as lunch with frannie and Nisha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so u know, I miss u so much. More than u miss me aites. Hope u come back o homeland with the word i'm waiting for. ILY! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7017003314485241402?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7017003314485241402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/boombastic-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7017003314485241402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7017003314485241402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/boombastic-day.html' title='boombastic day.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-383459709972815386</id><published>2009-10-23T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:49:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>I knw..i promised to come..yet i didnt turned up. I am soo sorry about that. I hope u gals understand my situation. alot of things happening suddenly around me. I am so confused. What is going on here? am i in the right track or did i get into somebody's story accidentally?&lt;br /&gt;I hope the friendship bond is still there, despit me being MIA always.&lt;br /&gt;I love u gals. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-383459709972815386?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/383459709972815386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/383459709972815386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/383459709972815386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6194251460103057693</id><published>2009-10-21T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:54:57.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gd news.</title><content type='html'>today in the morning, Adi called me!&lt;br /&gt;Haha...i was combing my hair, getting ready for work, when he called me.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to him like 15mins. Its ok if i am late for work. I feel good after hearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my life is back to 50% normal. LOL. =D&lt;br /&gt;So.. we update about ourselves and blablabla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work as usual. BORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;For the whole 5 hrs, i read magazines and comics.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly in the morning, one of my manager came down to take a look. luckily nothing happening and she's super nice lor. =)&lt;br /&gt;Her name's Summer. serious. dont laugh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now at home.. in awhile more, gonna eat dinner. I had epok2 as my lunch. wa lau. i think when i'm working here, i wont have a proper meal for lunch lor. its ok. worth it i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6194251460103057693?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6194251460103057693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/gd-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6194251460103057693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6194251460103057693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/gd-news.html' title='gd news.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1664945432580172783</id><published>2009-10-20T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:57:42.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my heart</title><content type='html'>Muhammad Adika.&lt;br /&gt;He's a person who will do anything for a girl who he love. literally everything.&lt;br /&gt;He don't mind finishing half of his salary to the girl he love.&lt;br /&gt;He don't care if he needs to lie to his parents, just to send her home.&lt;br /&gt;He is a matured guy, but he can be childish and pampered when he's with that girl.&lt;br /&gt;He knows what he's doing, but he can look blur sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;He loves urban styled clothes, and will go gaga when he saw urban shops. =)&lt;br /&gt;he's bad at hockey in timeZone. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;He's great at bowling.&lt;br /&gt;He don't know how to console somebody.&lt;br /&gt;even if he does, that means he's forced. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;He don't go for looks, but he likes to comment on people.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to see sexy body gals, but he don't want to have that kind as gf.&lt;br /&gt;He is a pious guy, but sometimes, he's uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him. We wrote a love story together before. and the ending of the story was 072009.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we can continue from where we stop. because i love him.&lt;br /&gt;He's in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1664945432580172783?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1664945432580172783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1664945432580172783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1664945432580172783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-my-heart.html' title='in my heart'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8725733495420622456</id><published>2009-10-20T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:49:06.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day.</title><content type='html'>today i started my first day of work. My title is librian, but it's more like exhibition guard seh. Just have to count how many people go to the exhibition, and check whether all the interactives ar working or not. thats all, and 35 bucks in ur pocket. =))&lt;br /&gt;not tiring at all..bored..seriously.&lt;br /&gt;today got email from Adi.. well...its very personal.. but it made me really diasappointed and sad. and he also communicate thru facebook. luckily, there's connection in the field camp. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;i really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;He dont trust me. he wont believe that i will change for him. He said there's no chance of us getting back together again. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really down. I prefer to be with my friends at this moments, so i wont be alone and that will remind me of him. and that will just make me breakdown. so u can imagine how much tears i have wasted since he's gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8725733495420622456?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8725733495420622456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8725733495420622456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8725733495420622456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-day.html' title='first day.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1036518287100915096</id><published>2009-10-18T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:03:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he flew off.</title><content type='html'>At last, 18 oct 2009 did come after all. no matter how hard i pray, it came, and it didnt stop like how i hope it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went for my first tuition class at parc oasis, Jurong east. the kids are not naughty. they still do listen to my instructions. Haha. cute kids they are. and then, rush off to airport. to send Adi to Wallaby. All the wy, i'm like praying...please stop the time... but it just won't.&lt;br /&gt;When i reach there, his family members were there. so, went to his mum, and his mum like introduce me to all the other cousins and stuffs. embarassing lah. aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at 2pm, he had to go in alrdy. so..we escort him till the departure immigrtion. urgh. it was a bad feeling. looking at the guy u love hug his cousins, and then his parents.. last but not least, me.. tried  hard not to break down, but when one of his uncle tell me "Don't cry lah..", i really broke down. And Adi's ticket was alrdy torn. i knw he wanted to come back to me and console me like what he usually does when i cry, but he can't.&lt;br /&gt;I never think of anything at that moment. I dont want him to go, but eventually, he had to. till his mum patted me, and we're like still waving and waving to him. onc he's done at immigration, he called me just to say stop crying. hmm... now..i feel sad again... haizz....&lt;br /&gt;1 mth to wait for him. 1 mth without any calls from him. 1 mth without any fights with him. can i survive? I'm strong. yes i can. =)&lt;br /&gt;D, i miss u now... i really wish ucanunderstand how i feels. But i knw, we're far away. But i knw, we're close in the heart, right? like u always say... =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1036518287100915096?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1036518287100915096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-flew-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1036518287100915096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1036518287100915096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-flew-off.html' title='he flew off.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-780376254510605024</id><published>2009-10-17T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:27:50.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ugly truth</title><content type='html'>heartbroken again yesterday. because of 1 guy. because of him. because of Adika.&lt;br /&gt;He hurt me. again. and again.&lt;br /&gt;And its too personal to say the real truth. But, its something to do with a gal. well, a maid.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt knw selama ini he called somebody else sayang, except for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thast stupid huh?&lt;br /&gt;god. hold on to u now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-780376254510605024?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/780376254510605024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugly-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/780376254510605024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/780376254510605024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugly-truth.html' title='the ugly truth'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4541517157953550961</id><published>2009-10-13T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:08:30.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bloody night.</title><content type='html'>Don't be shock with the title. LOL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, went to WestMall to have another movie date with Adi. Well, don't think that we are back together again. Nope we have not. The right sentence would be: I dated my exboyfriend. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we thought of watching 500 days of summer at 3pm, but unfortunately its full. blady hell. again, i missed the show. sigh... and we change to an indonesian show, DARAH. It was..terribly awful. serious. and the popcorn only eaten half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to forget about the awful scenes, we played games at timezone. Bowling and hockey! it was damn fun! especially when i won!! huahuahua!! and we played the bowling till the thingy stuck seh. wah, we're strong mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun yesterday. Ireached home about 8pm, while he go back to his camp.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, love is still strong between us. It's just that.. we need time to commit again.&lt;br /&gt;praying hard. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4541517157953550961?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4541517157953550961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4541517157953550961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4541517157953550961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-night.html' title='A Bloody night.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7845066416385002492</id><published>2009-10-11T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:39:55.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisha's open house.</title><content type='html'>ok, yesterday was fun lah. hehe... but nt in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with 'Referencing Workshop' at campus at 10am. and it dragged till 12pm.. actually it was supposed to end at 1pm.. but.. we're too well-behaved..so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;And then, was supposed to go to wdlnds and meet the rest there. But ended too early, I and Yana went for BrUnch at McD.. Had McSpicy..without vege, of course.=)&lt;br /&gt;so..at 0130pm, Yana went first. I waite for the guy named Adika who doesnt come on time most of the time. and at 2pm, he reached cityhall mrt. we both proceed to wdlnds after Nisha screamed in the phone telling us to come on time. hehe, sorrie Nisha. muah!&lt;br /&gt;well..between me and adi otw to wdlnds... everything' the same. I try nt to remeber him as my ex-bf.&lt;br /&gt;And reached wdlnds. we proceed together to her house. at first, we just ate, watch hindustan film. Dhoom 2 i guess. ard 6pm, the guys had 2nd round.nd after that, we played Uno. Really had fun playing it though its been long time since i play uno. =)&lt;br /&gt;And then, Adi sent me home to bt btk int. We went to Westmall for awhile. went to harvey norman, surveying gadgets, printing photos... cost about 10 bucks seh!&lt;br /&gt;And so, we went to McCafe. Had some cold drinks. and we talked. And i gave him the rings i bought in JB, which is meant to be for our 8th mnth anniversary on this 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... only I and Adi knws what we talked about last night. Its too personal. hehe.. =)&lt;br /&gt;And at night, we talked again. Our usual late nights. But he lose!! He slept first at 1245am! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;ok, and so that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a job badly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7845066416385002492?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7845066416385002492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/nishas-open-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7845066416385002492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7845066416385002492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/nishas-open-house.html' title='Nisha&apos;s open house.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6947297482793688636</id><published>2009-10-09T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:06:23.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dated my ex bf.</title><content type='html'>yesterday went to pick up my lappy. its a white lenovo S10 lappy at hougang. gd conditioned, impressed. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday met Adi at cityhall. I felt so awkward. Its just like any normal days we dated before. the difference is we didnt hold hands and i try not to look at him often. I might just burst out crying. and that wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;went to tong seng chicken rice to have dinner, walk to bugis junction, and went to Iluma, well, for the toilet only. coz its 630pm, and my class start at 7pm sharp.&lt;br /&gt;He said i'll get used to this situation. Its not wrong for ex bf-gf to date with each other. yeah, its not wrong, but indirectly, he gave me hope, isn't it? and what if suddenly one day he say he found a new love? I just...can't think about that. For now, we each other know, we still love each other, but some differences between us just parted us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong, Putri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6947297482793688636?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6947297482793688636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/dated-my-ex-bf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6947297482793688636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6947297482793688636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/dated-my-ex-bf.html' title='dated my ex bf.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5114877452563140471</id><published>2009-10-08T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:44:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single life.</title><content type='html'>back to basic. back to be single again. Its been awhilesince i felt pain in the hurt, but today, yeah, the pain was overwhelming. I tried to endure it yesterday. and guess, the pain isstill there.&lt;br /&gt;He gave up.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that we can be special friends.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he couldn't see any future in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that hurtful?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that really hurts the heart when u still have high hopes on him?&lt;br /&gt;I wish he hadn't picked up my calls, so i won't hear the word "break up".&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was dead a minute before he said "break up".&lt;br /&gt;i wish i turn deaf before he say "break up".&lt;br /&gt;And how i wish god takes my life away yesterday night, so i wont have to endure the pain and tears won't drop from my eyes again today.&lt;br /&gt;What should i do, dear God??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5114877452563140471?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5114877452563140471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5114877452563140471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5114877452563140471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-life.html' title='single life.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-9114097104939535078</id><published>2009-10-08T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:06:19.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakup.</title><content type='html'>InTheVergeOfBreakingUp. OrWeHadBrokeUpYesterdayNight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i dunno. i just dunno. what am i suppose to do? should i cry? or silent? or beg him? or smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i know, my love is still for u, my life is all about u. up to u to believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;and i want the whole world to know, or whoever reading this, u guys are the witness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, MUHAMMAD ADIKA BIN ZUKARNAIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-9114097104939535078?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9114097104939535078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/breakup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/9114097104939535078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/9114097104939535078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/breakup.html' title='breakup.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8903066980774223110</id><published>2009-10-05T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:07:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMa.</title><content type='html'>tmr will be my first day at SMa. will i get new friends that's the same like my current friends idk. Well, at least, i have Yana and Dwi there. =) gonna be alrite, Pu3!&lt;br /&gt;Anw, sorrie gals i cnt make it! gonna pop in for Azza's bdae party aite. sure of that. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8903066980774223110?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8903066980774223110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/sma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8903066980774223110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8903066980774223110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/sma.html' title='SMa.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3517141748532248536</id><published>2009-10-04T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:23:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long way to go</title><content type='html'>on friday, went to vivo with my working friends and Adi. It was the last day of work. and i'm quite sad of that. That means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no waking up at 5am on monday onwards.&lt;br /&gt;no getting texts from athirah saying she's late.&lt;br /&gt;no getting call from azza saying she's reaching at 0830am.&lt;br /&gt;not having to witness Raidah coming in so early.&lt;br /&gt;no more spending my 5 bucks for the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;no more getting pick up from athirah with a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;no more wearing mask.&lt;br /&gt;no more counters..or information counters.&lt;br /&gt;no more getting scolded.&lt;br /&gt;no more gettin shouted or scolding from public.&lt;br /&gt;no complains from sisters in charge.&lt;br /&gt;no more bitching about people ard us.&lt;br /&gt;no more seeing cute guys.. especially athirah..=))&lt;br /&gt;no more waiting for Robert and Rehab Centre.&lt;br /&gt;no more waving to james.&lt;br /&gt;No more "Syed"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..itsn't it sad? to think all about this, makes me feel depressed. hmm.. anw, life just have to go on. gals, we still keep in touch aite. fb, hp. watever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3517141748532248536?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3517141748532248536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-way-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3517141748532248536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3517141748532248536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-way-to-go.html' title='a long way to go'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6844135050765580882</id><published>2009-10-01T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:09:40.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad news.</title><content type='html'>Whyy must people give me 2 bad news at the same time?? i just don't understand. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, work ends tmr. the temperature screening ended abruptly yesterday. all of sudden. and tdy was sent to do stupid stuffs such as helping people with the SELF-REGITRATION KIOSK. and we end up running up and down the escalator, talking and gathering. lol. that is soo us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, Adi confirm going to wallaby on 18th oct. so near. its getting nearer. i'm afraid i might cry that day. or the day before. or 2 days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please time, for god sake, stop running on the 17th oct 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6844135050765580882?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6844135050765580882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6844135050765580882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6844135050765580882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-news.html' title='bad news.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5099428175182203804</id><published>2009-09-26T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:42:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raya at Dwi's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today, after work, i met Adi at workplace before going to jalan raya at Dwi's ard hougang area. Today went smooth and pretty well. Uploaded the pics in fb. waiting for my dear friends to upload theirs. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But otw home in the train, well, i, nisha and Adi talked. talked about relationship. ANd it makes me cry again when it reminded me of the NAD case. urgh. Please dear heart, let go of it. I already forgive him, but i don't think i'llforget about that incident soon. or maybe a whole lifetime. so thats all for tdy. and tmr, i'll rest at home before resuming back to work on mnday. Oh shit, by monday, i have to decide whether to continue or get lost. headache!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5099428175182203804?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5099428175182203804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-at-dwis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5099428175182203804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5099428175182203804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-at-dwis.html' title='hari raya at Dwi&apos;s'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8276618224768215064</id><published>2009-09-22T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:19:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love strong there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 7th mth anniversary to PuDi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love u, u love me, we are happy family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a big hug and a kiss from me to u, muaaahh!&lt;br /&gt;won't u say u love me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how hurtful u did to me, how far u go from me...&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE u. and i mean it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8276618224768215064?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8276618224768215064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-strong-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8276618224768215064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8276618224768215064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-strong-there.html' title='love strong there.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8551983969944028370</id><published>2009-09-21T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:54:13.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PuDi. still available?</title><content type='html'>Putri and Adi. PuDi. Is that name still available? Are we still on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u seems different now. U don't contact me, unless if i contact u. Sometimes, u dont pick up my calls. and most times, u dont reply me. I can understand its hari raya. and u're doing preparation. i can understand that. But whyy can i have time for u, but u cant?&lt;br /&gt;Whyy must u msg me saying that i'm the queen, and i can conquer everything including urself? u knw u immuned with that alrdy right?&lt;br /&gt;Nw, there's no late night calls. There's no jokes between us. there seems to be a wall parting us. is that true? looking forward for ur next call/sms.&lt;br /&gt;still perserverly waiting here, cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8551983969944028370?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8551983969944028370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/pudi-still-available.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8551983969944028370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8551983969944028370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/pudi-still-available.html' title='PuDi. still available?'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-149240760840489587</id><published>2009-09-21T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:42:14.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my scandal: cisco</title><content type='html'>at work, there's this guy..working as cisco..security at our section.&lt;br /&gt;for the past 3 weeks or so, he kept starring at me. and that was freaky.and so...nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;And tdy, after 3 weeks, he and me talk.&lt;br /&gt;haha. everybody says he likes me. LOL. that was FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;and on fri, he did some origami thingy. and i gt shirt and swan out of RM1 and paper. creative!&lt;br /&gt;And before i gt off, he said, "kirim salam pada mak eh!"...(send my regards to ur mum)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-149240760840489587?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/149240760840489587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-scandal-cisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/149240760840489587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/149240760840489587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-scandal-cisco.html' title='my scandal: cisco'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1080811589109541530</id><published>2009-09-21T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:22:14.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raya</title><content type='html'>selamat hari raya to all of u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i wanna say something that i have kept a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is hari raya? any great meaning of it? For me, or even my family, especially me, hari raya is just a normal day. Wake up in the morning, eat, go online for awhile while waiting for mummy to wake up, bath, wear baju raya, make up here and there, go out of house in the aftnn, go to nenek/pakcik house at gombak, sit ard and slack till evening or night, then go home. and its done fr hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u feel what i felt? how hari raya is? whyy people soo looking forward for it?&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that we cn start eating normally, get duit raya, gather ard with family and say sorrie. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;For my whole lifetime, i never look forward for any hari raya occasion. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, which is tdy, went to cemetery. lucky its nt hot. looks like goin to rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1080811589109541530?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1080811589109541530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1080811589109541530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1080811589109541530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya.html' title='hari raya'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1150642730992895752</id><published>2009-09-17T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:47:03.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I knw the title sounds wierd, but its true. I watched 2 movies today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, it was supposed to be a grp meeting, but it was cancelled and bcame a date for me and Adi. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so took half day leave tdy. And met Adi at Outram park ard 1230 to had to Orchard cinleisure. Watched THE UGLY TRUTH at 130pm and continued with I LOVE U BETH COOPER. both are superb! hehe... must bring ur bf/gf to watch it too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then we head back home ard 6pm coz i wanna break fast at home instead. otw, i bought chicken rice for family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1150642730992895752?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1150642730992895752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-in-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1150642730992895752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1150642730992895752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-in-1.html' title='2 in 1'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4880778920956075354</id><published>2009-09-15T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:51:44.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Quay</title><content type='html'>yesterday night, met my gfs and thomas. We break fast at LJS. nd my shrimp jumped down the floor!!! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Adi join us at CQ mrt to meet AJ for last time. and we sent her to mrt.&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, we create chaos in the MRT. hahaha. u guys knw what i meeant. Look at the pics in fb for more info. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4880778920956075354?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4880778920956075354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/clark-quay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4880778920956075354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4880778920956075354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/clark-quay.html' title='Clark Quay'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-5557076841793882733</id><published>2009-09-13T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:32:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, went to Vivo to meet my besties. =)&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we spent the whole day at Skypark. And it was so kecoh.&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be the final meeting for us and AJ, but i guess they're planning another meetup before wed.&lt;br /&gt;pics are all in FB. check it out! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-5557076841793882733?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5557076841793882733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5557076841793882733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/5557076841793882733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day.html' title='Last Day.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1174792917714855370</id><published>2009-09-10T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:22:25.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB/cuzzy day.</title><content type='html'>yesterday, I went to JB with mummy, adik, cuzzy Irah and auntie. =)&lt;br /&gt;We went to shop for my hari raya shoes. and kuih raya. =)&lt;br /&gt;So...gt 12 types of kuih bought last night at JB. and most of them is choco..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;At about 6pm, we head to PUTERI PAN PACIFIC HOTEL. Lepak2 there for awhile before going to our table. Booked. andwe gt the 1st 3 row. =)&lt;br /&gt;The food is...awesme! From western to BBQ to kampong, everything's there. Drink? 12 diff type of juices and syrups. haha. seriously damn worth it for RM80/person. =)&lt;br /&gt;And we went out from the hotl ard 930pm and head back to singapore. Waiting for my cuzz to upload the pics in fb! grrrr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1174792917714855370?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1174792917714855370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/jbcuzzy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1174792917714855370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1174792917714855370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/jbcuzzy-day.html' title='JB/cuzzy day.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7643278137896501428</id><published>2009-09-10T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:38:58.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nightlife date with a retard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sooooo in LOVE! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had a date with my Adika at Vivo..well, watched movie..FINAL DESTINATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Urgh. The sight of those deaths taken place really make me feel sick. really sick. WARNING: Don't eat before watching. =) serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it ended at 915pm. So we went to Skypark to eat our LJS. Actually, we sneaked LJS into cinema. thx to my bag. =) But, the story is too grossed till we cnt eat. haha. ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And at skypark, we were like randomly taking pics, eating, watching people. till about 1030pm then we head to the mrt slowly. SLOWLY. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i reached home at about 1145pm. Lucky mummy didnt make noises. she knew where i was going though. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pics uploading soon in fb..erm..if i'm nt lazy lah....;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7643278137896501428?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7643278137896501428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightlife-date-with-retard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7643278137896501428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7643278137896501428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightlife-date-with-retard.html' title='A nightlife date with a retard.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-2212918811517837604</id><published>2009-09-07T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:39:14.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>settled?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Met Adi after work just now. its a last min plan. At Outram. And we fought again. Because he thought we're gonna watch movie, but i wanted to go home. and there we go again. Again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alang2 dah gadoh, baik luah semua kali. And i argued wth hym about his 'bestfriend', Nad and stuffs. And now. i think its settled. well, maybe 2/3 settled. There's still the wound in my heart. It will heal slowly i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And maybe tmr go watch movie, if he's nt bz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And one of my besty, AJ, is goin back to Brunei on 16th. Arrrgghhh!!! And this sat, we're gonna meet her for the last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The best part, she say she's nt coming back to singapore. Brunei for good. wa lau. Thank you, AJ. u just made my day just nw. =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;work sucks. really sucks. random. blablabla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;too sleepy now. gdnite. adioz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-2212918811517837604?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2212918811517837604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/settled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2212918811517837604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2212918811517837604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/settled.html' title='settled?'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7335750863155401185</id><published>2009-09-06T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:45:06.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt; thanks to u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do u knw how hurt it is to hear u say u watch movie with ur "cousin/best friend..or whatever shit" yesterday night without telling me at all, when u knew i was worried for u the whole day? Do u knw that feelings? U eally tortured me last night, ya'knw that? NO, U DON'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was hinting to u after work. I told u i have nothing to do. I wanna watch Final Destination or I Love You, Beth Cooper. And i wanna ask u out after ur work. But u creamed at me for repeating that i'm going home straight after work. So, i kept quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knew ur ppd ZERO. I knew u have kenduri in the evening. And i didnt disturb u the whole day coz i thought well maybe, u're bz. so i leave u alone yesterday, the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And guess what at 1130pm? called u and u happly said u're at McD with Nad. 2 of u. 2 of u watched movie together. 2 of u watched at 9-11pm. 2 of u nt back home till its past midnight. Tell me now, what should i feel? what should i be thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And u said ur parents allow 2 of u. And u say her bf allow 2 of u. But did u say i allow 2 of u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U blamed ur phone ppd. Nad can treat u movie, but can't she lend u her phone? Its just u want it or nt. thats it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U dont even care bout what i feel rite? When u say it was ur fault, u sounded forced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;, if u don't mean it aite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7335750863155401185?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7335750863155401185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurt-thanks-to-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7335750863155401185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7335750863155401185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurt-thanks-to-u.html' title='hurt; thanks to u'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1468026989886863384</id><published>2009-09-02T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:54:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress.</title><content type='html'>Resumed to work as usual today. and welcomed by some bad stories and news. thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, found out Raha and Aza arguing over something. secondly, my pay will be rolled up on 15 sept, 15 days later than my friends. Thirdly, sisters especially NC PUSPA, was angry at us because 4 of us MC yesterday, left 3 of them running here and there, bz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, no mood to say anything. oh ya, another bad news, Adi is nt going on 23 oct, but 18 oct...18 OCT!!! GRRRRRR......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1468026989886863384?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1468026989886863384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1468026989886863384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1468026989886863384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress.html' title='stress.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-6876141145081768360</id><published>2009-09-01T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:11:54.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i thought about 23rd oct which is nearing, I hope time will stop passing by on the 22nd. so, u would not leave me alone here and i will still have u. i doubt that will happen rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-6876141145081768360?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6876141145081768360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6876141145081768360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/6876141145081768360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-720640698993619057</id><published>2009-08-31T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:19:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>urgh. today hibernate at home. well, nt really. Went to work to hand up my timesheet. Salary's cming!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...Down with fever... and non-stopping cough. +hurtful eyes. aiyoooooo....=(&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. somebody, entertain me. thx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-720640698993619057?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/720640698993619057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/720640698993619057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/720640698993619057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-32442308846872593</id><published>2009-08-30T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:37:58.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esmirada, thank you.</title><content type='html'>Had a real fun yeterday nite! my facebook pics tells all! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my bf at cityhall and we went to orchard together to meet others. and we're the first to reach!!&lt;br /&gt;After that it was nisha, thomas, AJ, and followed by last but nt least, francine. We head to AJ's apartment. Seriously, its damn nice place. Looks like hotel and chalet mann. And we spent the whole day at GAME ROOM, located at 3/32 floor. =)&lt;br /&gt;We played pool a few rounds at $2 for a game, and spent the evening watching hindustan. haha. so cool. From the seat to the floor, we conquered the whole place. hehe. =))&lt;br /&gt;And then, at 712pm, I, adi and dwi break our fast by just drinking from vending machine. And then, we head down to Esmirada, located beside Orchard Hotel. So, we waited for AJ's mum and friends to come, by taking lots and lots of pics! afte 1/2 hr, we're heading inside the restaurant which looks spooky because they use candles as lights.&lt;br /&gt;We ate stuffs like prawn kebab, chicken and fish kebab, garlic bread, mussels and more... it was sooo damn delicious lah!&lt;br /&gt;And at 1030pm, we left the place. guess what time i reached home? 12am! exactly 12am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-32442308846872593?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/32442308846872593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/esmirada-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/32442308846872593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/32442308846872593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/esmirada-thank-you.html' title='Esmirada, thank you.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4482137844388572015</id><published>2009-08-27T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:18:11.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usual days.</title><content type='html'>Today is just a usual day for me. hmm... tiring and tiring and tiring.. haiiz.. no more better words to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;And me and Adi is ok alrdy. I can't say its 100%. too hard for me to describe. It's just ok and we alrdy starting to laugh and joke like before.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4482137844388572015?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4482137844388572015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/usual-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4482137844388572015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4482137844388572015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/usual-days.html' title='usual days.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-236290516896436091</id><published>2009-08-26T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:42:38.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can we be much more better?</title><content type='html'>And we talked. Yes, we talked yesterday night, after i called him. But, we continue to argue till 11pm. But it was settled abit before we went to sleep. Hmm..and in the morning juz now, we're 70% normal. well... i dont know what to think about this. Should we just continue and keep fighting...or move on with life without each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we can't live with each other, neither can we live without each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. thats all i can say. 3 words to define my feelings. how mad i am to u, i will never hate u. U knw that right? U knw clearly how my heart is. U owned it and u hold it. And i dont wanna it back. Take it with u wherever u go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-236290516896436091?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/236290516896436091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-we-be-much-more-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/236290516896436091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/236290516896436091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-we-be-much-more-better.html' title='can we be much more better?'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3509616126295671312</id><published>2009-08-25T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:52:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should the love takes break?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should we have a break from each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I just stop contacting u and vice-versa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should we just call it off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should we erase the love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should we break up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's alot of wuestions running in my head. And that is all about u. Why are we fighting all the way? Why are we feeling so discomfort? You are the one who say that I should gve u a break. well... and that just makes me think more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How am I without u, without calling u day and night, without calling u during my lunch and after work? Am i going to survive? Am i going to work peacefully thinking what u're doing by urself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how are u going to be there? Can u get someone to complain about ur daily routines in camp? Who will force u when u're just deliberately stubborn?And will u get bored on ur saturdays when not meeting or having any date with anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its pretty difficult dear.. very difficult for me to cope and think about this. Today, we start off the day with fighting with each other just because u didnt listen to what i'm saying. And when u say u got confinement on saturday while u knew we had bdae party on that day, I replied "I dont care!". And thats when u say i irritate u and u want me to give u a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ad for the whole day, we didnt contact each other. Will we be continuing like this from day to day and eventually years and ended up forever? Will the love that blossoms die suddenly? As i told u before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I will let u go if u found ur happiness with someone else outside, but i won't let u go if it makes u miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate to say that I'm willing to let u go. Let u wander off again. But i have no choice. U have the rights like i do. And until now, we haven't contact each other yet. Why babe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3509616126295671312?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3509616126295671312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/should-love-takes-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3509616126295671312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3509616126295671312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/should-love-takes-break.html' title='Should the love takes break?'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-442511584642720199</id><published>2009-08-24T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:07:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same old days.</title><content type='html'>Happy bdae to my bro! 14 alrdy huh? grow up and be more matured will ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...anyway...past few days are juz the same old thing. Its just different because of fasting month. and i'm gonna start fasting tmr! yeah! hehe..my head really hurts now...god!!! Whyyyyyyyyyyy???&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, bf annoyed me just now. Was watching miss Universe with his friends at camp while talking to me on the line. And he keep complimenting and cursing at the models' breast! I repeat, While TALKING to ME, his GF! urgh!&lt;br /&gt;And work is jst the same. still finding and finding another job. Still can't find one that suits me. Well, i gonna start school at SMa on 6 oct. What a long way to go! And.. had to do my FOUNDATION all over again...like WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can tahan my hunger tmr. hehe...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-442511584642720199?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/442511584642720199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/same-old-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/442511584642720199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/442511584642720199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/same-old-days.html' title='same old days.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-2551743432928653220</id><published>2009-08-21T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:04:07.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night date.</title><content type='html'>Its not easy to meet Adi at night, coz of tiredness and work. And so, to celebrate our 6th month anniversary that falls tmr, yesterday  we watched THE PROPOSAL at Suntec City. The story is superb even though the ending is expected alrdy. couples should watch it, really. =)&lt;br /&gt;And i reached home at 11pm. =)) I know, i know...its late... what to do...hehehe....=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tdy, we met at Clementi to check out the tiny shopping mall. Hmm... nothing much there. so... I'm lazy to upload the pics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-2551743432928653220?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2551743432928653220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-night-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2551743432928653220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2551743432928653220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-night-date.html' title='Late night date.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8689431923578319753</id><published>2009-08-19T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:17:06.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will love conquer all?</title><content type='html'>Got a news that my sec sch classmate, whose gf is my classmate too, just parted of a week ago. And when i read their blogs, i found ot that both of them do support each other in not blaming for themselve. isnt that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;And that make me think about me and Adi. Will we survive till the end of the world? Or will we separate to search for better things? I wonder if Adi is the one whose going to be wih me when i success in life. I'm thinking whether is Adi the on whose going to hold my hands while we walk to the hospital for doctor appointment bcause of old age illness.&lt;br /&gt;For both of us, fighting and arguing is common. so common till it affect us if we DID NOT fight for 1 day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8689431923578319753?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8689431923578319753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-love-conquer-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8689431923578319753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8689431923578319753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-love-conquer-all.html' title='will love conquer all?'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7013384291675919491</id><published>2009-08-16T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:21:18.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ fun!</title><content type='html'>Awesome day yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started off with me going to work at 730..imagine that early!!! =)) *so proud of myself*&lt;br /&gt;and carring all thos stuffs with me to work is so annoying. luckily, there's yanie to help me up. thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;soooo...&lt;br /&gt;Adi reached my workplace at 1122! amazing! hahaha... thats a compliment btw..=)&lt;br /&gt;and we go together to hougang and meet up nisha, frannie and shalini, who have been waiting for us for about...1/2 hr?&lt;br /&gt;and we went to frannie's house to mess up her kitchen. and her mum even join us! =)&lt;br /&gt;at 130pm, we wlk to punggol park, which is located across the street. sonear seh! i jealous!!&lt;br /&gt;to set the things up is a challenge for us because Nisha was there. So,  guess those who knw her will understand how we faced alot of obstacles.. hehe... oops..did nisha read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so...AJ came at 230..juz when we succeed in lighting the candles up. and the party begans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...it rained halfway thru. well, we hav to go over the place to search for shelter. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;overall, we had loads of fun! go to my facebook for the pics yeah! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7013384291675919491?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7013384291675919491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/bbq-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7013384291675919491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7013384291675919491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/bbq-fun.html' title='BBQ fun!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1379037206960218793</id><published>2009-08-09T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:59:07.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my gfs.</title><content type='html'>Went to VivO yesterday after wrk. and as usual, Nisha will be the latest. she came 15 mins later. thank you, Nisha, u're lucky i didn't eat u up. =)&lt;br /&gt;And we went to have lunch at banquet. Had claypot. And Nisha had to do some dramatic action again. She touched the claypot and burnt the finger. At last, we walked away from there with Nisha putting the swollen fingers in a cup of ice cubes. Have she learnt her lesson? She answered," Lessons are not meant to be learnt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went to skypark. Our usualplace was so damn hot, so we wnt to sit at some sheltered place, and its right infront of a gym. Good show for them! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, we're planning for a farewell party for AJ. maybe, sat? If we get to book some last min pit. hmm... gonna torture Adi to help me with marinating and carrying the things. hehehe...*evil laugh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr i'm working!!! arrrgh!! gonna plan someday to go giant with Nisha. hmm... when am i not tired to go out after work? hm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1379037206960218793?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1379037206960218793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-gfs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1379037206960218793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1379037206960218793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-gfs.html' title='my gfs.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4734486752256058186</id><published>2009-08-05T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:18:47.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new hp</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it! I got my Samsung F-480 pink for $300!&lt;br /&gt;An now, i'm stll mendling on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today got an mc for my leg. so woke up at bout 9am. Oh shit, tmr working! aaaaarrgghh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4734486752256058186?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4734486752256058186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-hp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4734486752256058186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4734486752256058186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-hp.html' title='new hp'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-8607307189757144241</id><published>2009-08-05T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:07:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap! I spraint my ankle! urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-8607307189757144241?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8607307189757144241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/crap-i-spraint-my-ankle-urgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8607307189757144241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/8607307189757144241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/crap-i-spraint-my-ankle-urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-807917134399784053</id><published>2009-08-02T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:41:44.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasbir, I got a School!</title><content type='html'>Dear Jasbir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this specially to you, well, just in case you think that i've forgotten about you. Things are getting very2&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; GREAT&lt;/span&gt; for me now. As part of the world know, maybe I got off to SMa. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I repeat, SMa.&lt;/span&gt; Well, I hope I get to see that face you've just made while reading this. haizz.. too bad... anyway, I just wanna inform you that you're officialy the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt; now. Sooner or later, you'll be handed to the police with all your gangs. and that means...*you know who*. Tell HIM there's no need to engage a lawyer to protect himself because he is just digging his own grave. And I'm grateful that you're an enemy to us, Jasbir, because you're not worth to be a trusted friend of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Pu3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-807917134399784053?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/807917134399784053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/jasbir-i-got-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/807917134399784053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/807917134399784053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/jasbir-i-got-school.html' title='Jasbir, I got a School!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1408431058233365410</id><published>2009-07-29T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:52:13.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice one.</title><content type='html'>And yesterday night, got a really, really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goooood news&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I got a place in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SMa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it? Of course! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm like getting ready mentally to enter to that sch soon. Must report to the school, btw, located at redhill, by 7 aug. So, planed with Dwi to go down on Mondy, of course, after work.hm... will be dead tired, but, what to do. Anyway, the classes will be held in the evening, so i have no problem about work. Just about TIREDNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, like I posted about NA, well, I think she's the kind of human who will follow the trend stuffs. Asthe whole world know, Adi came to my workplace few times alrdy. So, today, I had a gd laugh in silence when I saw her bf at 5pm. Haha! =)) What a human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I have no plans for this week. Well, Saturday will have lunch with 2 of my workplace friends. then, take2 pics!!! I loike! hehe...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1408431058233365410?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1408431058233365410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1408431058233365410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1408431058233365410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice-one.html' title='Nice one.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7254336156642908355</id><published>2009-07-25T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:41:51.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate standing!</title><content type='html'>Gosh! It's been a lifetime I'm blogging mann! Felt so wierd that my last post was 2 weeks back, i guess. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekdays ends by working from 830 till 530.. tiring! really, serious! And all the stupid attitudes provided by staffs and patients.. Really suck my bloody blood! Hahaha! I sounds like vampire! ok2...crap... anw, life's ok for now.. go my first pay ew days ago..$400! nd half given to mum.. and another half is for me.. and another pay at the end of this mth will be for me..alone! *thinking of things to buy* ...&lt;br /&gt;And at work, well, there's Y...she's like a sister. She's so amazing with advices. ;) There's A, whom I'm close with, coz we have lunch together everyday... =) And she got a new name..."magic". There's Cik A, she's the oldest and ok2... There's R and she's like a big sister too. Usually, she jokes maturely. As in, not the lame type of jokes we hear usually. There's NA...well, i dont really fancy her. She's like Sharpay in HSM, for god sake! seriously, she thinks she's so damn popular. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, bout love life, smooth. =) for our 5th mth ann, he blanja Swensens. Ad he came to my workplace to give me a pink rose =) thankyou darling! ily! muah! =))&lt;br /&gt;We went to Suntec City just now. Hm.. went to watch HP and Half blod prince.. well, so disappointing! no action enough! grrrrrr! So we te dinner at Siam Kitchen, and I payed for it.. 40 bucks only.. hehe.. oh, and I bought a watch for him, for 5th mth ann present. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7254336156642908355?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7254336156642908355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7254336156642908355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7254336156642908355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-standing.html' title='I hate standing!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-3719435249144889180</id><published>2009-07-12T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:51:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;After work at around 1230, I meet Adi at outram park station. well,he was suppose to pick me up at SGH. hmph. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And we went to vivocity. Thought of watching movie. so went to buy tickets for Ice Age 3 first.Gosh! damn full! the queue was sooo freaking long! and i tld him to queue while i check out the other sides of the cinema. hehe. What a gd gf am i. =))&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to have lunch, well, breakfast for me, i suppose. I was starving! and i had yong tau foo and nasi padang, while he had his fishball soup with mee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we wen to shop for polo tees, for me actually. hm..Tangs had a sale. But, i don't really like the logo of dog on the tee. so, we went to bossini. And adi actually made e tried on few piles of shirts. fuhhh!&lt;br /&gt;So we got off from there with 1 pink and 1 red polo tee. and he paid 30 bucks for it. thank you dear! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to cinema. damn, got the front seat. but it was cool wearing those 3D glasses! =))&lt;br /&gt;hehe...u guys should watch it. so damn funny and romantic! =)&lt;br /&gt;So after that, well, around 530, we ent to 7-11 and bought some snacks and settled of at skypark. =)&lt;br /&gt;So sweet, playing wth the water while eating and drinking slurpy! =)&lt;br /&gt;We got off from there ard 7pm, after i insist him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he sent me all the way to jurong east mrt station. hehe... and after my train got off, he took his. so caring.....auwwwwww....=))&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was it! a happy ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, before that, we saw his ex-gf, well,he aid nw they're best friends. hm..idk what i should be feeling ya'knw. so hard for me to decide. anw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy if you're happy my dear adika. =) Ily! muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-3719435249144889180?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3719435249144889180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3719435249144889180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/3719435249144889180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping.html' title='shopping!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-2020502462945024299</id><published>2009-07-08T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:31:12.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blablabla</title><content type='html'>Just wanna say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn tired! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;My legs are aching every single day and this will make me fall asleep earlier than expected. sian! anw, i reached outrampark earlier, 8am. Hm.. bought some soya bean then went on the shuttle bus. =)&lt;br /&gt;The day was quite funny though. There's this old chinese uncle ask me,&lt;br /&gt;"Wa mau amik dalah". and I heard: "Wa mau amik lalat".&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! isnt that hilarious? and then i figured out he was saying "darah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one.&lt;br /&gt;"Can i Know where is the vending machine?"&lt;br /&gt;"Its on B1 sir. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna buy coke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we laugh non-stop! whyy? because there's a kopitiam behind him, selling $1 can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-2020502462945024299?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2020502462945024299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/blablabla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2020502462945024299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2020502462945024299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/blablabla.html' title='blablabla'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-2527931037020860263</id><published>2009-07-07T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:36:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got a job!</title><content type='html'>so now, igot a job. and its freaking tiring. Imagine standing rom 830 till 530pm. wah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now officially temperature screener at SGH. hmm.. nt really far, but getting NUH is the best. hehe... got few new friends...just talk generally with them. crap2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm working like weekdas 830 till 530pm and sat 830 till 1230pm.. haiya! And every sat, I will force Adi to fetch me up. hehe..gd idea! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhhh....&lt;br /&gt;will update soon aites. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-2527931037020860263?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2527931037020860263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2527931037020860263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2527931037020860263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-job.html' title='got a job!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-1762371082626008204</id><published>2009-07-06T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:49:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast Park!</title><content type='html'>Wat else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a date with my lovely boyfriend at east coast park! =)&lt;br /&gt;The pics tells more stories in facebook...=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let everybody know...&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with whatever happens now.&lt;br /&gt;I am damn happy because I got supports from all over.&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy that I wish wegeter forever.&lt;br /&gt;and i am blissful because you're around when i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;ily. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-1762371082626008204?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1762371082626008204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/east-coast-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1762371082626008204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/1762371082626008204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/east-coast-park.html' title='East Coast Park!'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-4308977172546775505</id><published>2009-07-01T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:59:22.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and u say i'm cheating on you.</title><content type='html'>How dare u accuse me of that, baby?&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and I MEAN it. I mean YOU. Not anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;And u say i sleep early because i'm taling to someone else on the phone. haiiizzz...&lt;br /&gt;How small ur mind is, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Iholding onto u. I rely on u. Every decision i made is based upon u too, do u realise that?&lt;br /&gt;I finished my ppd just talking to u ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, pls..&lt;br /&gt;for god sake, I love you MUHAMMAD ADIKA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-4308977172546775505?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4308977172546775505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-u-say-im-cheating-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4308977172546775505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/4308977172546775505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-u-say-im-cheating-on-you.html' title='and u say i&apos;m cheating on you.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7474518555270289723</id><published>2009-06-30T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:21:05.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'm so tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thinking about everything that happened, from school, it's just like a massive bomb exploded on me. What i want to achieve, what i hope for, what i dream of, everything seems to ruin in a split second just because of a newspaper article. Whoever i trust, whatever I hold on, turn into a nasty nightmare that keeps haunting me till nw, well, not only in my dreams, but in reality. I doubt that any of my friends..erm..LOYAL friends, do feel what i feel now. because of what happen, I'm all stress up and I just can't think of anything now. What is the right thing to do? find out about what really happen? or find out what this can lead to? or just sit down and keep quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In whatever ways I try, everything seems to be wrong. I'm at fault in calling the Stamford College to find out, I'm at fault in replying Jasbir's mail. I'm at fault, even, in keeping quiet without doing anything. Seriously, everything has become a mess for me. and i hate myself for not even dare to look up on Jasbir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, what's the conclusion now? Run away from here? or sit back, relax, and watch whatever is happening? hm... headache2 now... really, its getting up my nerve. Well, i won't sit back. I will fight for my rights. that is where I stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and...I am so bladdy tired on what's going on. I am. believe me. Please. I need a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7474518555270289723?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7474518555270289723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-im-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7474518555270289723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7474518555270289723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-im-so-tired.html' title='and i&apos;m so tired.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-7402427611948500273</id><published>2009-06-30T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:50:12.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch.</title><content type='html'>You are an idiot, and i'm not scared of u nor ur threats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-7402427611948500273?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7402427611948500273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/sch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7402427611948500273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/7402427611948500273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/sch.html' title='sch.'/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5881853903609837839.post-2227727574175904120</id><published>2009-06-28T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:24:05.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember, in everything u do, there's an outcome of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5881853903609837839-2227727574175904120?l=pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2227727574175904120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-in-everything-u-do-theres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2227727574175904120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5881853903609837839/posts/default/2227727574175904120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pu3-art-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-in-everything-u-do-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Pu3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203941754085532271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QeOJVetmbF8/SZ1ETauwTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91ij56NxZ5M/S220/me,myself+and+i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
