<?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-6255056</id><updated>2012-02-07T21:42:34.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abnegation; self denial</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>714</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-893274523109104591</id><published>2011-05-16T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:19:02.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Days to Hello</title><content type='html'>When you see this, I just want to say, "Hello beautiful, I love you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Monster B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-893274523109104591?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/893274523109104591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=893274523109104591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/893274523109104591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/893274523109104591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2011/05/21-days-to-hello.html' title='21 Days to Hello'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-942024255490274302</id><published>2011-03-05T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T05:26:54.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Damn baby&lt;br /&gt;You frustrate me&lt;br /&gt;I know you're mine all mine all mine&lt;br /&gt;But you look so good it hurts sometimes"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-942024255490274302?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/942024255490274302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=942024255490274302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/942024255490274302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/942024255490274302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2011/03/damn-baby-you-frustrate-me-i-know-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-9165156234828748806</id><published>2011-03-02T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T01:21:16.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than A Summer Fling</title><content type='html'>67 days of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 84 days before I find that happiness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know, it was more than a summer fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;`Spinning: Taylor Swift - Back To December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-9165156234828748806?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/9165156234828748806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=9165156234828748806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9165156234828748806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9165156234828748806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-than-summer-fling.html' title='More Than A Summer Fling'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-9132173906727048904</id><published>2010-12-31T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:41:07.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>10 whole months of disappearance and here I am 2 hours before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;I finally passed Commercial Law.&lt;br /&gt;I visited Godma in Nagoya, Japan and the Harajuku girls in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the land of Dim Sum and ate and ate and ate.&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw snow.&lt;br /&gt;I had my first major fight with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I fell back in the abyss of World of Warcraft again.&lt;br /&gt;I did better in my 3rd semester than I ever have before.&lt;br /&gt;I quit World of Warcraft, again.&lt;br /&gt;I finally visited Jac in Perth, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first rave.&lt;br /&gt;I got my heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;I got dead drunk on the same week as I did in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped having expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was a year of unexpected up and downs, laughter, tears, joy, new friendships, old friendships rekindled and more than words could ever describe. As much as I'm having mixed feelings about entering 2011, I can't stop time and I don't know anyone with a time machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;`Spinning: ATB - Beautiful Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-9132173906727048904?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/9132173906727048904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=9132173906727048904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9132173906727048904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9132173906727048904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5320911423728501008</id><published>2010-02-27T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:54:26.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And We'll Dig Deeper</title><content type='html'>I believe this is the longest hiatus I have taken from blogging. -dusts away cobwebs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has kept me away from blogging? Yea, the crazy schedule of trying to balance WoW with school, friends and family and what other nonsense. After dropping full time raiding for 2 weeks, I've wondered how I managed to squeeze WoW into my life or rather squeeze life into WoW. I know it sounds bad but that's the way it is I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enthusiasm I had for school in the first semester has somewhat disappeared along with the end of holidays. I find myself struggling to NOT procrastinate this semester. God yes, my procrastination has peaked to another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not but with full time raiding I seemed to procrastinate less with the limited real time I had left outside the virtual world. Gone were the days where the moment I turn on my comp, first thing I do is, log into WoW then plan the rest of my day according to WoW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have so much time, I find myself doing the stupidest things online, waiting for 2 days before assignment is due before I start. I don't even panic when I haven't started doing it the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I don't even know what the hell I do online. Facebook to check for updates, Yahoo's news to read the daily news, Superficial, Newmoon.Org and Eclipse.Org for my Hollywood gossip, Purseblog for my dosage of branded bags and, that's about it honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is retarded since I did all of the above coupled with raiding full time, doing dailies, waste of time achievements when I was bored, read about 5 WoW related sites and I always managed to balance everything fine. Okay I may have struggled but I always did most of my things before hand and turn up for class. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still struggling even with more time on my hands. I guess the problem was with myself, not WoW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emo nemo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Spinning: Paramore - Brick by Boring Brick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5320911423728501008?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5320911423728501008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5320911423728501008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5320911423728501008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5320911423728501008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-well-dig-deeper.html' title='And We&apos;ll Dig Deeper'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5581161806367771497</id><published>2009-10-18T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:03:07.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>While a quarter of my generation of Singaporeans is busy queueing outside Zouk for Paul Van Dyk, here is yours truly, taking a break from mugging. MEHHHHHH. -grumbles, mumbles and whines-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the reasons why exams have officially fucked my life and why I'm officially fucked for exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PVD is in town and I am stuck at home mugging.&lt;br /&gt;2. My study schedule for this weekend consisted of 6 solid hours on Employment Relations, of which, I've fulfilled 30 minutes of.&lt;br /&gt;3. My sweetest and dearest Grandma was hospitalised on Saturday morning which sent the entire family (All 40 plus of us; Yes I have a huge family) into a maniac panic.&lt;br /&gt;4. Saturday and Sunday burnt at hospital taking care of Grandma, thus no studying done (see point 2).&lt;br /&gt;5. Officially have 1 week left to study and I've practically done.....nothing.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm craving steamboat like crazy but have no time for long meals till exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;7. Singapore releases New Moon a fucking week later as compared to Malaysia which releases it on the 23rd of Oct. My plans for taking a road trip to JB to catch New Moon are officially screwed over.&lt;br /&gt;8. My plans to dress up as Cat Woman for Halloween are also royally fucked.&lt;br /&gt;9. Plan tonight was to catch up on whatever mugging I've missed out over the weekend but believe it or not, hospitals are mentally and physically draining, my eyes are threatening to close as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarise, exams fucked my life and I'm fucked for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally I would like to say that, anyone who asks me out before my exams are over, CAN GO AND DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you don't like this, BITE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Dave Armstrong &amp; Redroche Feat H-Boogie - Love Has Gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5581161806367771497?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5581161806367771497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5581161806367771497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5581161806367771497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5581161806367771497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/10/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8805085297501014920</id><published>2009-09-22T04:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:27:48.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Everything Becomes Nothing</title><content type='html'>If I say I'm exhausted right now, it is pretty much an understatement. As I type, I am about to rip all of my hair out, stab myself in the throat and throw myself off this building. GAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am extremely stressed out and just plain exhausted. This exhaustion is also making me fall sick. Migraines and headaches have been haunting me like a leech. -goes on and on and on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW is starting to feel like a commitment not a game anymore. I think it's the officer effect. Responsibilities oh responsibilities. Well, at least I'll be on break from it when exams come and when Silly and myself take a well deserved holiday after my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last assignment before the 1 month study break then exams then HOLIDAYS. Fuck why won't time pass faster already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for anything at all. Starting to feel a little suffocated. Need a manicure, pedicure, waxing, threading, shopping and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must.hang.in.there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, Tong tong is back this weekend! YAY! Can't wait to hang out with Silly, Tong and the Ninis, doing absolutely nothing but chugging down alcohol, gossiping till dawn breaks and just, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IT OR NOT I ACTUALLY MISS DOING NOTHING. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Haji &amp; Emanuel Ft. Beverley Knight &amp; Bryan Chambers - The Pressure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8805085297501014920?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8805085297501014920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8805085297501014920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8805085297501014920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8805085297501014920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-everything-becomes-nothing.html' title='When Everything Becomes Nothing'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8582450192095701424</id><published>2009-09-08T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:15:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>September 2009; Time really flies doesn't it? In about another month's time, I'll be done with the first semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the hectic schedule has calmed down a little, still busy like anything but at least I am able to stop once in a while and take a breather. I'm trying to imagine what it would be like in Semester 3 and 4. -shudders at thought-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time ever, I have thoughts about leaving this blog and moving over to Tumblr, what say you? Maybe sometimes, we all just need a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm craving for ice cream. Omnomnomnom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Spinning: Fonzerelli - Spirit (Wanna stay here forever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8582450192095701424?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8582450192095701424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8582450192095701424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8582450192095701424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8582450192095701424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2009-time-really-flies-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2414344734721751527</id><published>2009-08-14T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:54:08.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond In The Rough</title><content type='html'>Exhausted is pretty much an understatement right now. My lack of absence here does really reflect that huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been crazy crazy busy even though I only have 4 days of school each week, 3 hours each time. But it's really crazy enough especially since this week till God only knows when, probably till school term ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing my topic paper for History of Management Thought yesterday, it dawned on me how rusty I am when it comes to writing "proper" stuff. It's been what? A good 3 years since I've left polytechnic, and yes, the 3 years have rekindled the bitter sweet memories of late night studying, last minute rushing to complete an assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these 3 years, I forgot how much I enjoyed writing and researching for projects as much as I complain about them. The amount of pride and joy when I know, I have done my best as I have could.Of course, there's the examinable/testable components where after 3 years, I still absolutely dread and loath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed, but unbelievably happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely helps when you have the sweetest girlfriend in the world. The one who willingly burnt her weekends with me at the Lee Kong Chian Reference Library, pouring over countless books, assisting the IT idiot me with the photocopy machine and being the friendly sunshine she is and making friends with the librarian (It paid off because the librarian kept an eye out for a book that I was desperate for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, you're my diamond in the rough, the one I've been waiting for. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2414344734721751527?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2414344734721751527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2414344734721751527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2414344734721751527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2414344734721751527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/08/diamond-in-rough.html' title='Diamond In The Rough'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2209988593410966072</id><published>2009-06-17T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:40:04.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Rush</title><content type='html'>Well hello, it is a Tuesday again after all which means WoW is down yada yada therefore, I am here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank loan has finally gotten through and to be honest, I am completely relived. -dramatic wipe sweat off brows- Been so damn stressed about it recently resulting in major PMS. Shush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also means, starting 1st July, I'm back being a student. Wooohooo~ Now the next stress inducing issue is looking for a part time job. Sighs. Any lobang anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's mid June already and The Great Singapore Sale is in it's full swing and I am guilty as charged (even though I didn't pay for anything personally). At the IT/PC Fair, mummy bought me a new desktop! Yes, I now have my own WoW account and computer to play with. -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, we FINALLY got cable TV and I renewed my Starhub contract for a new phone! Hahahaha. Plus plus, mummy bought me a real gold ring a couple days ago when we went shopping for jewelery for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a WoW note (I can see a lot of people skipping this paragraph entirely already. Hahaha), Silly and I got promoted to Raiders which means for 16 hours (4 hours each raid), 4 nights a week we are both busy raiding. Yes, it's almost like a full time job on it's own. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my happy days, happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Ying Yang Twins Feat. Pitbull - Shake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2209988593410966072?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2209988593410966072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2209988593410966072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2209988593410966072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2209988593410966072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/06/gold-rush.html' title='Gold Rush'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3354854445418145331</id><published>2009-06-01T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:13:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Or Not</title><content type='html'>I'm angry, I'm tired, I'm upset and I don't want to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I wear my heart on my sleeves thus, every emotion of mine shows. I can put on my poker face and lie when it's necessary but generally I am unable to because guilt overcomes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear incessantly, I smoke, I drink, I'm a complete sloth/slob, I can be extremely bitchy and arrogant if I want to, I'm sensitive, I have suicidal thoughts, I'm insensitive, I'm selfish, I'm vain and a complete useless piece of human crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit: Oh I forgot to add, I don't know when to keep my fucking mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I have my shortcomings, I'm not perfect, I never said I was. I make mistakes like every single one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to God, I'm definitely going to hell. Well, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted by all these shit, really I am. One thing for sure, I never did anything against my conscience. I may regret some of my decisions but what's done cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whom I have wronged in any way, I am sorry, I really am. If you are unable to accept my apology then I don't know what else to do. When it comes to friends, I have done nothing against any single one of you, just to gain anything but the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm deemed as unworthy as a friend, that's your call too. I'm tired of struggling with such things. I give up, you guys win okay? I'm the bitch. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen is right. They say, fuck the truth but the truth usually fucks you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was such a horrible friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Corrinne May - Everything In It's Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3354854445418145331?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3354854445418145331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3354854445418145331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3354854445418145331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3354854445418145331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-me-or-not.html' title='Love Me Or Not'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-4610018315627118360</id><published>2009-05-28T09:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:36:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morality</title><content type='html'>Previously everything in life was pretty much fine and dandy, then in my usual "have to create some drama and fuck my own life up" style, I created drama and fucked my own life up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since ending Saturday night in a complete emotional break down &lt;s&gt;crying&lt;/s&gt; wailing right outside Zouk, it's been going downhill ever since. And no, I was not drunk, I was perfectly sober although the extremely incriminating picture on Facebook makes it seem like I was, I wasn't. I was merely bending down to fix my heels. -growls at Zen and Jo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo and Silly, I finally know how shit fucked up you guys felt when you were put in the position of having to choose between doing what you felt was right and doing what was morally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, my morals in the first place aren't exactly saint like. For one, I'm lesbian. Completely against the law of nature and yada yada, what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going around the house the past few days in a daze. In fact, I didn't even dare to come online. It completely doesn't help that I do not have access to WoW. To me, WoW's an escape to reality and yes, I'm a neurotic closet nerd cum hermit who goes to the library weekly and play World of Warcraft, so fuck you if you don't like it. Oh yes, depression coupled with impending PMS (Am drinking Coke for breakfast, go figure). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping hours completely fucked upside down, back to square one situation. Which explains this entry at this hour, yes I haven't slept. When I do sleep, I fall into the strangest dreams, waking up abruptly 4-6 hours later, feeling the guilt and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always too late to regret. Apologies at this point of time, are completely useless as well. I'm in a complete state of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my fair share of betrayal, lies and hurt for a lifetime. And I am sick of it. To me, honesty has always been the best policy but truth is, the truth hurts. It hurts so damn fucking badly. And sometimes, people just don't want to hear the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say now is, I'm sorry, I really am. I just hope that the past 6 years of friendship, will not go down to the drain like that. I know, I deserve it, but, you're one person, I don't want to lose. I admit, it was not my place to say or do anything and it's my fault. I don't blame you for being upset with me. I just truly hope, you see that, I did what I did because I love you. As cliche as it sounds, I wanted the best for you. It wasn't the best way to show my love for you nor was it my place to get invovled. Maybe one day, you'll forgive me, maybe you won't, I don't know, but for now, I'm sorry and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: Learn when to shut your damn bloody mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Jack Rokka VS Betty Boo - Take Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-4610018315627118360?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/4610018315627118360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=4610018315627118360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4610018315627118360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4610018315627118360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/05/morality.html' title='Morality'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1616137079209002772</id><published>2009-05-05T16:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:59:54.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu Turns Left 4 Dead</title><content type='html'>Firstly, this entry is not exactly about Left 4 Dead. For those who do not know what Left 4 Dead is, it's pretty much exactly the same as Counter Strike AKA CS except that it's humans against zombies. If you still don't know what CS is, I suggest you go buy Gaming for Dummies or you just had no childhood what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Swine Flu, oh yes, we've heard so much about it and to be honest, as a Singaporean, we tend to be a teensy bit overconfident. At least I'm not exactly worried about the flu reaching us yet and I don't see anyone wearing masks all over the place except for the tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone showed me a piece of really freaky news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Similar to a scare originally found in Cambodia back in 2005, victims of a new strain of the swine flu virus H1N1 have been reported in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After death, this virus is able to restart the heart of it’s victim for up to two hours after the initial demise of the person where the individual behaves in extremely violent ways from what is believe to be a combination of brain damage and a chemical released into blood during “resurrection.” "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahh. Zombies. A little too much for me even though I face them on almost a daily basis on WoW. But that's WoW, this is real life! -faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you doubt my piece of news, check the link yourself. Would &lt;a href="http://bouncewith.me.uk/europe/8027043.htm"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt; write something so absurd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we could pray and wish hard that if zombies could exist, that vampires like Edward Cullen exist, and "Werewolves" like Jacob could too.Then Warlocks, Shamans, Mages, Warriors, Priests, Death Knights, Hunters, Paladins, Druids and Rogues (Yes I listed all the classes in WoW)may be possible even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Happy 16th Monthsary my Silly. I love you very much and stop being such a poop ass okay? Hurhur. Or I will...DOT you to death. HAHAHA. I'm sorry Bei, I couldn't resist. At least I never silence you with Arcane Torrent. BWAHAHAHA. I know pretty much at this point, you have no idea whether to laugh or cry, but remember, THAT'S WHY YOU LOVE ME! -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Nick Bliss - I Kissed A Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1616137079209002772?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1616137079209002772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1616137079209002772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1616137079209002772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1616137079209002772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu-turns-left-4-dead.html' title='Swine Flu Turns Left 4 Dead'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-7589255392447994460</id><published>2009-05-03T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:52:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reclusive</title><content type='html'>It's been a long and quiet Labour's Day weekend. Ah Bay &amp; Mummy has gone off to the Land of the Rising Sun AKA Japan, Nagoya more specifically to visit my Godma. So I'm stuck at home for the rest of the week because the extremely heavy duty of taking care of Lolly has fallen on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not complaining. Doesn't bother me much honestly. Even when everyone is around, I'm home literally 5 days a week. It's like a full time job itself. Haha. Which brings me to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people actually find me weird. Weird in the sense that I can actually stay home 7 days a week for an entire month (Last known record). Silly even used the word "Reclusive" on me. Honestly, am I the only weird one who loves the idea of being a hermit? -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't explain myself because I don't see a need to or why I should because I don't care what people think. Love me or hate me, your choice, your life, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Silly, The Reclusive reminds me of a quest at Dragonblight "The Reclusive Runemaster". You remember? ROFL. And, I do enjoy being a hermit, with you of course. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Lys - Speechless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-7589255392447994460?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/7589255392447994460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=7589255392447994460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7589255392447994460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7589255392447994460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/05/reclusive.html' title='The Reclusive'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-4467491460525840792</id><published>2009-04-28T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:17:14.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patterns</title><content type='html'>It's a Tuesday night and I am bored. As most would know by now, Tuesday nights are maintenance night for WoW. Thus the boredom. -yawns-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday was oh so normal, like I expected it to be and glad it turned out that way. WoW-ed the entire birthday morning, watched ANTM online in the afternoon, dinner with the family and promptly knocked dead asleep at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact these days, I can barely hold out till 1AM. I know, I finally can sleep and get up at normal times like most normal people. -pats self on back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, headed to Zouk after much persuasion. Had 1 Flaming Lamborghini and I was knocked out dead. No I wasn't drunk but very high and very sleepy. Which is the worst combination ever because when I'm close to drunk, all I want to do is sleep. So Silly dragged me home at 1AM. Hahaha. Epic fail I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I went to the zoo zoo zoo, how about you you you? -lame- Anyhoos, I was awake at 8.15AM sharp, dragged Silly out of bed and gave Afi and Bessy the wake up call of their life. ROFL. Zoo could have been better if not because of the damn weather which showered here and there occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would say, the birthday weekend wasn't so bad after all. Just a teensy bit boring but I suspect that just comes with age. -mumbles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is getting so routinely perfect but sometimes perfection hurts. Bah. When it's bad, I complain, when it's good, I complain as well. Someone kick me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect PMS is in the work. Feeling emo, grouchy, grumpy. BAH. I shall head to bed with my library chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Flo Rida Feat. Kesha - Right Round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-4467491460525840792?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/4467491460525840792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=4467491460525840792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4467491460525840792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4467491460525840792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/04/patterns.html' title='Patterns'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8854560918692458216</id><published>2009-04-23T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:15:48.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/23</title><content type='html'>In approximately 5 hours time, I turn 23, thus, I am in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've never really enjoyed my birthday, but of course, I appreciate the efforts of people who make plans for me, being exceptionally nice to me etc because it's my day. But sadly, I rarely still enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something came up while Silly and I were chatting and it completely annoyed me. I'm not blaming you here Bei. I just find it annoying that people still talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anyone get it? When I was with HER, I wasn't ME. So I did a lot of things that were out of character for me. And yes, throughout the years, I have changed, a lot. I maybe be a tad bit colder and much more cynical than I already was previously, so, live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like bringing up the past, because that past in particular, isn't something that I am exactly proud of. So I'd appreciate that people don't bring it up, not in front of me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy where I am now, with Silly and that's all that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Spinning: Guru Josh Project - Infinity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8854560918692458216?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8854560918692458216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8854560918692458216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8854560918692458216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8854560918692458216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/04/2223.html' title='22/23'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8372607742615833415</id><published>2009-03-26T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:56:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Dust Satin; The Trilogy</title><content type='html'>My.Shoes.Are.Here! And yes, title credits to Silly. Apparently, I have made my shoes into a blog trilogy. Hahaha. First post, before buying them. Second post, while waiting for it to arrive. Present post, I got them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did sulk for an entire day when they first arrived because they're 1 size too big for me, all because, being my ditsy self, I tried them on without socks. I know I know, bimbo moment as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fit fine if I wear socks, probably would have to put insoles in them for an even better fit. I cannot wait to wear them for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough bout my shoes, even though I thought they came at the perfect time. I've got news. I am going back to school. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best time to go back to school with the job society taking such an impact from the recession. I've been looking for a job since Jan and till now, no luck. So I am going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing's pretty much confirmed once I've decided which course/school and my loan and applications go through. -excited- I love school, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Spinning: Ne-Yo - Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8372607742615833415?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8372607742615833415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8372607742615833415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8372607742615833415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8372607742615833415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/03/gold-dust-satin-trilogy.html' title='Gold Dust Satin; The Trilogy'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-9029092801154250131</id><published>2009-03-12T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:07:20.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes Baby Shoes</title><content type='html'>Same old, everything's the same old same. Bah. So same old till I'm running out of things to blog about I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this entry is with regards to my previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so obsessed with the shoes, I went online and searched for them. Fred Perry's site had them but I found another pair that was even more desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/shoes_iaec1117162.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I ordered them. ETA, April. Omg, so long more. But aren't they beautiful? -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it's mid March already, how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Freemasons Feat. Haz Fernandez - If&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-9029092801154250131?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/9029092801154250131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=9029092801154250131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9029092801154250131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9029092801154250131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes-baby-shoes.html' title='Shoes Baby Shoes'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3102352525001449382</id><published>2009-03-05T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:19:25.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Me Those Shoes</title><content type='html'>You know you desperately need a job when you're home almost 24/7 watching either Sex and The City or some random Korean drama series with your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you desperately need a job when you walk pass Fred Perry and see the most beautiful pair of "Chuck Taylors" and can't decide whether to buy them or not because of your dire financial status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you really really desperately need a job when after seeing the shoes, you see that Fred Perry is also hiring and it struck you that maybe, you should get a job there so you can get a discount on the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you really really really desperately need a job when after taking a cigarette break to decide whether you should ignore the monetary concerns and just buy the shoes and you decided to just whack and buy the shoes. THE SHOP FUCKING CLOSES 15 minutes earlier ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHH. I have gone bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since my birthday is coming in, a month and 2 weeks or so, anyone wanna sponsor part of the shoes for me? Please tag, sms or call me if there are interested sponsors. I NEED THOSE SHOES DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Silly need not apply. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Paula DeAnda Feat. Bow Wow - Easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3102352525001449382?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3102352525001449382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3102352525001449382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3102352525001449382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3102352525001449382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/03/buy-me-those-shoes.html' title='Buy Me Those Shoes'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-7490093351825933143</id><published>2009-02-19T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:26:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm Maybe</title><content type='html'>I procrastinate too damn much for my own good. I guess we all do procrastinate now and then but for me recently, it's become a lifestyle of sorts. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a daily basis, I procrastinate on whether I should get out of bed or laze in for a little while longer. Usually, I end up doing the latter and fall straight back into lala land. And the list of things I procrastinate on, never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does get annoying after awhile. The procrastination, the waking up with absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say, I have a dream "lifestyle". I'm not working, with no income cept maybe when mummy gives me money now and then and I don't like taking money from her thus, I don't ask her for money. Silly pays for everything when we go out, I never get a chance to pay. -growls. Silly drives me around, I rarely need to take a cab, much less the MRT or the bus. All I do ever pay for is the occasional cab ride, cigarettes here and there (because my mum buys cigarettes for me at least once a week). I'm literally a tai-tai in training minus the shopping sprees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is getting weary. I'm turning 23 this year and what have I accomplished? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. 1-2 years ago, I could still make myself feel better by saying, I'm still young, got a whole life ahead of me etc, but now, that excuse is getting old, like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this cooping myself at home (I do it to stretch the lifespan of whatever money I have left and I honestly do enjoy being a hermit) with nothing to do is getting to me. I need to do something. I need to find my footing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, how do I go about doing just that. Life sucks and then you die. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the song on my iTunes now, which happens to be my favourite, can't be more appropriate. Sterophonics - Maybe Tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Sterophonics - Maybe Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-7490093351825933143?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/7490093351825933143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=7490093351825933143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7490093351825933143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7490093351825933143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/02/ummm-maybe.html' title='Ummm Maybe'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-438127579926945733</id><published>2009-02-16T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:59:23.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>Before Silly went to bed tonight, I was bored and asked her for suggestions on what movie I should watch. Then Serendipity came up and since it's her all time favourite movie and I haven't caught it yet and I was up for some lovey dovey gooey romance, I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person who believes in karma, fairies, affinity and love at first sight, Serendipity was beyond perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we all wonder from time to time, Is he/she the one? When am I going to meet my soul mate? And the list goes on. Sadly, at times, we pass our soul mates by, without noticing that they even went pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is fate, destiny enough? Apparently not. Life's about taking chances and taking control to a certain extent. Will fate/destiny play a cruel joke on me like that someday? I truly hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's as complicated as it is already. That's why, despite the dreams I have, I prefer taking control. At least that way, life wouldn't be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it makes it easier when you're a cryptic as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babbling, so please ignore me, it's the after effects of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Katy Perry - Thinking Of You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-438127579926945733?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/438127579926945733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=438127579926945733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/438127579926945733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/438127579926945733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/02/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5375548513850016929</id><published>2009-02-11T03:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:02:09.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Circles</title><content type='html'>Those who have been following my blog for at least a year, would know that every Valentine's Day, I dedicate an entry to trashing Hallmark and the grotesque things people do, only because it's Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'll spare Hallmark and those guilty of only making an effort to do something special for their other half only because it is Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe you don't need a reason to put in extra effort just because it's Valentine's Day. Shouldn't everyday be special? -shrugs- This is my opinion of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, being the completely realist, and unromantic person I am. I squashed any plans Silly had to celebrate Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could stomach walking down Orchard Road, seeing couples all lovely dovey carrying $200bucks worth of flowers. Flowers, I don't even want to go there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Silly gave me a surprise the other day. Yes, I don't like surprises because I wear my heart on my sleeves and I never want to hurt the people who put in so much effort in surprising me. Okay, I'm getting out of the point here but excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Silly surprised me, with one of my absolute favourites. The Tiffany 1837 Circles Ring. -beams- A girl can never have enough rings. J'adore rings. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Silly. Yes, say hello to your Agnes B specs soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Happy Valentine's Day to all my loved ones, you know who you are. Single or attached, I don't care, I still love you guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Justin Timberlake Feat. T.I. - Dead &amp; Gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5375548513850016929?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5375548513850016929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5375548513850016929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5375548513850016929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5375548513850016929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-circles.html' title='In Circles'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2852511898961081279</id><published>2009-02-09T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:10:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Damnation</title><content type='html'>So I caught Inkheart with Silly on Saturday because everyone else was out clubbing and I really didn't feel like clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inkheart was okay. Nothing worth raving about, though the idea of a Silver Tongue completely fascinated me. For those who are not going to watch Inkheart, someone who has a silver tongue, is someone who is able to make characters in books come alive just by reading the book aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I am fascinated for all the wrong reasons. Only because I wish someone would read the Twilight saga out to me and make it real. LOL. And no, not because I think Robert Pattinson is hot and I want him for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the love that Edward and Bella has, has become some what of an obsession to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, they're like Romeo &amp; Juliet but the mystical version. The love is so strong, so unreal but yet, each one of us, dreams of it. To fall in love with someone, completely head over heels and have the feeling returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love till this day, is a complete mystery to me and I'm sure it will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen, Twilight, Chapter 13, p.274&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Rihanna Feat. Ne-Yo - Hate That I Love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2852511898961081279?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2852511898961081279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2852511898961081279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2852511898961081279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2852511898961081279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/02/eternal-damnation.html' title='Eternal Damnation'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1808654909198860284</id><published>2009-02-05T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:50:52.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Unknown</title><content type='html'>All's back to normal now. Cept for the fact that my eyes are still swollen from crying 6 hours straight last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it is worth one more shot, all because I realised, I still do love you. It hasn't been easy yes, but we'll try to work it out. If by then, it doesn't, then at least, we can look back and say, at least we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Happy 13th monthsary. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Alex Gaudino Feat. Crystal Waters - Destination Calabria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1808654909198860284?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1808654909198860284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1808654909198860284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1808654909198860284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1808654909198860284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/02/destination-unknown.html' title='Destination: Unknown'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3714609805433940310</id><published>2009-02-05T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:59:17.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>As I stood by my window, smoking and watching the stars (or rather, the lack of them), unknowingly, I look down, looking for your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as hard for me as it is for you. You've left traces all over my life and everywhere I look, you're there, smiling back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to haunt me, for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to go about picking up the pieces. It hurts so bad. So damn fucking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think about it, tears just fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lovers and best friends for the past 13 months. I will miss you. The good and the bad, I'll miss both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it never had to turn out this way, but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if what I did was the right decision, honestly, I don't. Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's been the longest winter without you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where to turn to &lt;br /&gt;See somehow I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going coming thought I heard a knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there no one&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I deserve it &lt;br /&gt;Now I realise that I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice you mean everything &lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I will be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to &lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;Without something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;Was it all that easy&lt;br /&gt;To just put aside your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm dreaming don't wanna let&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my feelings but that's the path&lt;br /&gt;I believe in &lt;br /&gt;And I know that time will heal it&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice well you meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is Imma be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to &lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no more you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's time I let you go &lt;br /&gt;So I can be free&lt;br /&gt;And live my life how it should be &lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really loved you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;yes I do&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Leona Lewis - Better In Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3714609805433940310?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3714609805433940310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3714609805433940310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3714609805433940310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3714609805433940310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3915211801224240190</id><published>2009-02-05T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:24:05.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can Say</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that it had to end today, or rather, it had to end at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't working out, you and I both, know it. This I can say, I did love you. To a certain extent, I still do but it's never going to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine. I won't do anything stupid. This is a promise. From me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Natasha Bedingfield - I Bruise Easily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3915211801224240190?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3915211801224240190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3915211801224240190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3915211801224240190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3915211801224240190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-can-say.html' title='All I Can Say'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1235685109646306409</id><published>2009-02-04T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:53:42.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Be</title><content type='html'>Today, in a very long time (excluding the 2nd day of CNY), I got up before noon. I know, amazing how much I can sleep right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has proven itself to be shitty. I'm not exactly feeling very well, physically that is, God only knows why. Emotionally, I'm a wreck. There's something wrong, but I don't exactly know what. Even if I do, I still prefer to pretend that I don't anyway. Life's a bit easier that way I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got on 506 for a long bus ride from Bukit Batok to Bedok Resevoir, I felt a bit better. I like long bus rides alone, probably the rare few times where I get to be completely alone with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment the bus arrived at the east side, it started pouring. Like, raining cats and dogs. Seriously, of all days when I didn't bring an umbrella, it had to rain. When I'm not taking a cab, in Su's car but when I take public transport. Didn't help that I was in a super short cotton dress which would become see through in the rain and fly in all directions with the wind blowing. Thank God I bumped into mum's bf downstairs and he passed me his umbrella or I'd be so drenched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home to another surprise. I am thoroughly annoyed, completely pissed off and what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has gone way pass ridiculous, in fact, it's getting childish. It was a damn misunderstanding, I'm a fucking girl, yet I can put it behind me and try to be nice and pretend nothing happened because I know both our egos are too huge to apologise to one another. So the best solution out is to pretend nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you, who call yourself a guy, is unable to do the same. Men and their egos. So you wanna play hard ball with me, you've got it. I'm done, I'm done being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've won yourself a chance to see me be mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why it's ridiculous? Because I come back home to my own home for God's sake and have to see some one's black face throughout. And I can't get my mum involved because she'd probably take sides, not with me mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate coming home now. I absolutely abhor it. WoW was the only way to get me distracted, now, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in one of those moods, where I don't really want to talk to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Leona Lewis - I Will Be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1235685109646306409?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1235685109646306409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1235685109646306409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1235685109646306409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1235685109646306409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-will-be.html' title='I Will Be'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8349462601794171304</id><published>2009-01-31T04:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:52:37.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took Silly out for her Birthday dinner at Bakerzinn, Paragon. The freaking Warm Chocolate cake is going for $4.90 at the moment! Omg, wanna how cheap?! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Bride Wars after dinner, then met up with the usual suspects at Spins and continued our chilling at Acid Bar. Man, I've missed that place and their Cantonese Chicken Wings. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Silly is the girliest person around. First she's vain beyond words, secondly, she orders the girliest drinks. Pop My Lychee. Hahahahaahahaaha. While all of us were having beer and Jac, her mojito. It's okay, I still love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom yam steamboat tomorrow at Silly's place. Yes, yours truly is cooking. I literally do it once a year just for her birthday. Actually, more like I buy the stuff, the instruct her maid on what to do, and my job's done! -beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In advance, Happy 24th Birthday my Silly. Gawd, you're ALMOST half a century old! Hahahahaha. Anyway, yes, I love you. Stop saying that I don't. Haha. I know I'm not the most romantic person around, but THAT'S WHY YOU LOVE ME. -winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Spinning: Jane Arden - Insensitive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8349462601794171304?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8349462601794171304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8349462601794171304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8349462601794171304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8349462601794171304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/01/took-silly-out-for-her-birthday-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2942051799391153378</id><published>2009-01-27T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:15:37.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carousel</title><content type='html'>God. It's been months. I never left abnegation untouched for this long before I think. I know some busy-bodies actually still visit my blog just to kpo. -winks at Afi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, same old, 7KG heavier than I was a year ago. Hahahaha. It's 2009 and the 2nd day of CNY. Gong Xi Fa Cai to all, may you have a prosperous year ahead and like last year, here's wishing all gamblers to win LOTS of moolah. EXCEPT when you're gambling with me, please lose everything to me, thank you very much. -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologise if I don't make any sense. Didn't have much sleep and gotta pull a all nighter tonight. I want to die already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT talk about WoW this entry. Cause, ya, every entry has WoW in it somehow or rather. Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm having so many sporadic thoughts. I'll just write whatever comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bessy has finally settled down, Su and I are very happy for her. No more emo nemo Bessy to deal with anymore. THANK GOD PLEASE. Kidding, we are truly happy for both of you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, suddenly mind's blank. Not feeling exactly very fantastic, suspect its the lack of sleep. Mood swings going haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to pretend, but sometimes, all the world's a stage. Some thing is wrong, some thing is missing, but again, I don't know what. I hate this. Bleeding sick carousel cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Silly, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Spinning: David Cook - Always Be My Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2942051799391153378?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2942051799391153378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2942051799391153378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2942051799391153378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2942051799391153378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2009/01/carousel.html' title='Carousel'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3235539239092651129</id><published>2008-11-04T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:08:02.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness &gt; Money</title><content type='html'>November is a month full of occasions, happy occasions that is but these happy occasions are burning a huge hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 birthdays, namely Jo's (9th), Mummy's (10th), Silly's Mummy's (11th) and Zen's (30th) and the BKK trip (14th - 18th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, despite the monetary losses, the happiness gained can never be compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Happy 10th Monthsary Silly! Yes, I love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Nelly Furtado - Say It Right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3235539239092651129?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3235539239092651129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3235539239092651129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3235539239092651129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3235539239092651129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiness-money.html' title='Happiness &gt; Money'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-405579087577777948</id><published>2008-10-30T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:07:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>WoW is down. Which pretty much explains why I'm here. -mumbles- Could be a blessing in disguise though. Pretty much knackered from work thus with WoW down, I'd be having a early night, getting enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so sleepy at work today I emailed the rest and told them I was so sleepy that I could just fall asleep into a coma till 1800. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While emailing the usual suspects, I thought of something. People/friends grow apart because everyone changes as they grow older. You'd never expect the innocent one from 5 years ago to become the most scandalous one now. -cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, some things never change. We are still who we are, of course, before we fall to the "dark side". -ahem-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm glad because I think, Silly has made me a better person. I think are the keywords here, because at least that's what I think of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Silly, from saving me from the "dark side". Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In WoW style, here's wishing everyone a Happy Hallow's End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is my now, and I am breathing in the moment. &lt;br /&gt;As I look around &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the love I see. &lt;br /&gt;My fears behind me, gone are the shadows and doubt &lt;br /&gt;That was then, this is my now. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Jordin Sparks - This Is My Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-405579087577777948?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/405579087577777948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=405579087577777948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/405579087577777948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/405579087577777948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3793237423344729998</id><published>2008-10-24T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:08:49.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Nostalgia; Day I Met The Prince</title><content type='html'>I know this blog is almost dying but if I had a choice, I'd blog but otherthan work, I've been busy. Doesn't help that there is absolutely zlichinternet access in the office. So I'm writing this entry in email, to Sillyso she can blog for me on my behalf by [Ctrl + C] and [Ctrl + P].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been A-Okay. The usual, nothing exciting bout it but I'm happy. Only worry is how am I going to find a job with the economy in recession once I finish this temp assignment in Jan. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone pay me to WoW professionally please! I only get to WoW an average of twice/thrice a week, 2-4 hours each time. If you think that's a lot, no,it isn't enough. There are good weeks when I can WoW like crazy but bad weeks like this week, I think I only managed 3 hours till today. Sucks like hell because some  of the stuff in the new expansion "Wrath of the Lich King" has already been added on and once the expansion starts everyone will start power levelling to 80, while yours truly is stuck earning reputation to get my Netherdrake epic mount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, think I got distracted a lil by WoW. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly and I've been very good. -beams- Come to think of it, it's coming 10 months already. (: Time really flies when you're happy. Of course we do have our bad days too but at last count, we've never quarrelled for more than an average of 6 hours? Heh. -hugs Silly- I'm very proud of you, us and Pretzel. No, Pretzel is not a new dog or cat that we have but its her car, she calls it Pretzel but I prefer it as Su-Su. Subaru, Su-An, therefore,Su-Su!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says, we watched a play last night, Childhood Nostalgia; Day I Met The Prince, presented by St Hilda's Secondary School. Of course why would we watch a play presented by a secondary school if we didn't knew anyone in it. Sul (Silly's younger sister) was the "Prince" and for a secondary school's play, I thought it was rather good, the acting at least.It was an adaptation of The Little Prince so yes, very thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=172653&amp;id=512710152"&gt;Planet BB 88&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose and the goat; Sometimes, the solution to the problem is that,there wasn't a problem in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, enjoy the long weekend ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;`Spinning: Corrine Bailey Rae - Seasons Change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3793237423344729998?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3793237423344729998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3793237423344729998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3793237423344729998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3793237423344729998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/10/childhood-nostalgia-day-i-met-prince.html' title='Childhood Nostalgia; Day I Met The Prince'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6472221626888151059</id><published>2008-09-23T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:09:04.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabulous Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly decided it was time to shop and took me to FEP to buy shoes. Woot! I bought a pair of Greek Sandals (I prefer to know them as Spartans. LOL) for freaking $9.90! Couldn't be happier please. Then last minute plans for Zouk came up so she bought me a dress since I didn't bring any clothes with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home and caught Episode 2 and 3 of Gossip Girl. Sigh. I'm so going to miss Danrena. They were like a dream couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zouk after which with me appearing in so many pictures for the first time because Bessy went mad with the camera. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go tanning but after the late night, we were both knackered. So slept in till it was time to pick Mummy up from work to go home to Tom Yam steamboat cooked by Lil' Brat and Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back out to town to do a lil shopping again. This time Silly was supposed to shop for herself BUT she ended up with nothing but a dress for me! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jo and Bessy at Forum MacDonald's' after that for a "quiet" night so ended up playing UNO and Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Cambridge awarding me an A1 in English O' Levels, I utterly suck when it comes to Scrabble. Let's just say, my vocabulary is not very powderful. Hahaha. All I'm good at is "ninja-ing" people's word by adding it to become past, continuing present tense and plural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's word of the day is &lt;strong&gt;PUFFIA;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; A curry puff version of Mafia; ref. Mafia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I thought of that when I ran out of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6472221626888151059?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6472221626888151059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6472221626888151059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6472221626888151059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6472221626888151059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/09/scrabulous-saturday.html' title='Scrabulous Saturday'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-791599243353841396</id><published>2008-09-14T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:35:26.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Me Out</title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful Saturday night/Sunday morning, and I'm at home, all because I'm down with a bad flu virus. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Wednesday morning where I woke up to a couple of puking spells which led to taking MC for the day which I really didn't want to do but I had no choice. I was feeling so sick that I didn't even want to play the online sensation. Can you believe it?! I was that sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got better on Thursday and Friday and then on Friday night, everything went crazy. I was tearing, sneezing and coughing non stop. Silly's mummy then ordered Silly to take me to the nearest 24 hour clinic to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling slightly better but was still damn lethargic after 12 hours of sleep. Celebrated Moon cake Festival with Silly's family with a big CNY like home cooked dinner and the lighting of lanterns. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body chose the worst time to break down on me just when Silly's car arrived on Friday. Sigh. If not I'd be out cruising around Singapore with my Silly. Oh well, there's always time now since it's her very own car. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I feel better by tomorrow or at least Monday because I don't want to miss work anymore. Tons of stuff to do at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking bout work, it's been good. Trying my very best to get used to all the shipping jargons and remembering all the port codes that the company calls at. Shit part is that I can't even surf the net, much less use MSN. So been relying on emailing the usual suspects to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my Silly was here to put me to bed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's you and me, moving at the speed of light"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Chris Brown - Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-791599243353841396?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/791599243353841396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=791599243353841396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/791599243353841396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/791599243353841396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/09/knock-me-out.html' title='Knock Me Out'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-4297346574181367906</id><published>2008-09-04T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:34:25.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Candyman</title><content type='html'>Few days back, Silly got one of her biggest dreams come true and I swear it's all she can talk about these days. Not that I mind because before that she kept going on and on and on and on and on (you get the picture) about it and I'm glad she'll shut up once it arrives. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, yours truly is exhilarated too. Firstly because she'll shut up, secondly, I'll benefit greatly from it (think 24/7 full time chauffeur), thirdly, I'm happy cause she's happy. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know Ms Chong Su-An well, you'll know what I'm talking about. Yes, she finally got her first brand new car! It's coming in approximately 11 days or so and she's counting down like crazy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/pix01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Subaru Impreza in Steel Silver Metallic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the car comes just in time because I'm starting a 3-4 month temp job in the area of Singapore that I detest the most, Shenton Way, more precisely Cecil Street. So it'll be nice to have someone send me to work and pick me up. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I hate that area because everyone always seems to be rushing for something every hour of the day. It stresses me out badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no choice because I need the moolah for my BKK shopping in November. Not forgetting that there are a thousand and one birthdays coming up. Jac's first, then Lil' Brat's, then Dexter, then Jo, a day after my mummy's, a day after Su's mummy's, then Simon. I never understood why do the birthdays have to be together?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then goodbye to my WoW because I'll have no time and considering I'm like 1.5K Gold more to my epic flying mount. Sigh. Why can't there be more hours in a day where I can spend time with Silly and my family and friends and sleep and WoW. I think I'll need 48 hours in a day instead of 24 hours. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 8th monthsary in advance my silly. (: And your present, I'll buy Christina's Aguilera's album and play Candyman in repeat in your new car. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Christina Aguilera - Candyman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-4297346574181367906?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/4297346574181367906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=4297346574181367906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4297346574181367906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4297346574181367906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-days-back-silly-got-one-of-her.html' title='My Candyman'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-193525411861868967</id><published>2008-08-27T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:17:14.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heyho&lt;/span&gt;! The usual, I am alive and kicking, just not blogging. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everything's&lt;/span&gt; been pretty much the same I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly took me to The Prime Society to celebrate our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monthsary&lt;/span&gt; and I swear the Fillet Mignon was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;indescribably&lt;/span&gt; delicious. God, my stomach's growling at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending most of my time at home or with Silly at her place. Wanted to go tanning on Saturday but it ended up raining so my white chicken stays white. -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we're going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BKK&lt;/span&gt; in November with my family. Yes, the whole gang of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mummsy&lt;/span&gt;, Simon, Lil' Brat, Myself and Silly. The most exciting part? We're going to a Thai Wedding! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, how exciting right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. PLUS PLUS, we'll be staying in a SUITE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bwahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the crazy dream again. The one where someone slashes me over and over again with a pen knife and it was so scary because I actually woke up with my anxiety attack. It's been awhile since I've had those and it's not funny at all, not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, everything seems fine but at other times, it doesn't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Somethings&lt;/span&gt; getting to me and I'm trying to stop it. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me. Just believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Keyshia Cole - Heaven Sent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-193525411861868967?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/193525411861868967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=193525411861868967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/193525411861868967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/193525411861868967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/08/electric-dreams.html' title='Electric Dreams'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5958102954928214042</id><published>2008-07-01T03:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:36:35.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling On</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile. Okay, a very long while but at least it's not growing cobwebs like Silly's blog. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot has happened during this period of time. I resigned and am now back to the bumming life. Haha. But it's just transitional, won't last for long that's why I'm making the best out of it by WoW-ing every moment I am awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to this paragraph where I am going to rant about my warlock for a sentence or two whether you like it or not. Hmph. Dearest Aandra is level 68 and I can't wait for her to hit 70 then start gearing up etc. Started a Undead Priest on Silly's account but Gyselle has a long long way to 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality. Met up with Quekypoo twice so far. Once for my long over due 21st and 22nd birthday present and another just last Friday at Zouk. Guess what she bought me? I now need not "steal" Silly's iPod Nano and claim it to be mine because Quekypoo bought me a 8GB iPod Nano, in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;! -beams- &lt;em&gt;Don't worry Queky, I already know what to buy for your birthday. Of course with the help of Su-An again. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lil' Brat bought mummy a Longchamp Le Pilage for mother's day. Mummy used it once and I inherited it after that because she thinks its damn annoying to use. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 2nd day of GSS, I spent a total of $300 on clothes within like 2 hours. Everything I bought for myself was NOT on sale sadly. Works that way when you're a bloody size 6 or less for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout sizes, I've put on so much weight I feel like a balloon already although everyone insists I could do with some more weight. But knowing my own body, it'll balloon out of proportion if I don't watch myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course life is never that smooth sailing and fantastic. I've had my down moments. All I can say is, it's sad when you get back stabbed over and over again by someone whom you once treated like a sibling. &lt;em&gt;You know who you are. If you feel that your life is better without our friendships, then so be it. I don't see why I should approach you first. I love you, still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of that. Jac's back but leaving soon. &lt;em&gt;You bloody kuku. We spent like what? A couple of hours together? And then you're leaving. I hate you la Jac. Kidding. Can't be more glad to see you. LAKSAAAAAA. Its like some unspoken date we have every time you're back. Laksa. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, this entry is threatening to go on and on. It'll end here but before I say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 6th Monthsary in advance Silly Superhero. I still stand by what I said right from the start, you make me a very happy princess. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-glares at Jac and Quek, YES PRINCESS- Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Mariah Carey - Bye Bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5958102954928214042?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5958102954928214042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5958102954928214042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5958102954928214042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5958102954928214042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/07/rambling-on.html' title='Rambling On'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3252562831918293530</id><published>2008-05-21T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:45:32.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A You Intervention</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and exhausted, all because I didn't get a single wink of sleep last night. It's scary cause I haven't had any major sleeping issues the past few months and I thought it was over for good but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that I'm really sick, which totally sucks. Everything just seems to be getting real depressing. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally grumpy, grouchy, stressed and depressed these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I think what I need is a &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; intervention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Sara Bareilles - Love Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3252562831918293530?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3252562831918293530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3252562831918293530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3252562831918293530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3252562831918293530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-intervention.html' title='A You Intervention'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6976985152276189678</id><published>2008-05-13T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:14:40.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Jazz</title><content type='html'>So I'm starting to get busy with work once again. Sigh. Bleeding performance season. Though the major performances are in July, the paper work and meetings are starting to pile up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late while listening to MY (Self proclaimed it's mine when I borrowed it from Silly and never gave it back) iPod Nano, some how or rather, I keep ending up listening to &lt;em&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Tony Bennett&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sing to myself in my head to the lyrics of &lt;em&gt;Dream A Little Dream&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Fly Me To The Moon&lt;/em&gt; (obviously I won't sing out loud in the MRT), I end up smiling to myself like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I realised, how happy I've been the past 4 months. That how love can be so simple and yet sweet. And how much I've been smiling the past months. Thank you Silly for making me the happiest princess always. I love you. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, "I love&lt;br /&gt;you".&lt;br /&gt;Birds singing in the sycamore tree, "Dream a little dream of me".&lt;br /&gt;Say "nighty-night" and kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading, but I linger on, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss, I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Michael Buble - Dream A Little Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6976985152276189678?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6976985152276189678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6976985152276189678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6976985152276189678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6976985152276189678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-that-jazz.html' title='All That Jazz'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8991587624836516587</id><published>2008-05-06T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:06:09.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>So yes I do have a pretty huge ego but that is one thing I always admit as my weakness. I don't like it when people point my mistakes out, but in general I don't think I defend myself if they actually make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, certain things, one can never understand till you face the exact same problem. It may be the easiest thing on earth for some but to me, it's like trying to climb mount everest without the proper gear. I'd freeze to death alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Leona Lewis - Better In Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8991587624836516587?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8991587624836516587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8991587624836516587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8991587624836516587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8991587624836516587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/05/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5642686155974439621</id><published>2008-05-05T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:53:52.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le April Babies</title><content type='html'>Sorry Zen I had to steal your FB album title, I just thought it was so damn apropriate. Haha. Anyway, copyrighted you right there. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the title says it all. Le April Babies, which basically were Jie and I. Had this combined "celebration" on the weekend before my birthday so that was like a couple of weeks back? I know these photos are like stale already but hey, at least I'm uploading them here okay? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_1108961_7492.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, say hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_1108979_3517.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you see the alcohol getting to one of us (Bessy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_1108980_3833.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, here in my stilettos, Jo's bag and Zen's hair clip with her all so sexy pout. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_1108959_6898.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we started comparing lash lengths, I won hands down because mine is AU NATURALE. Unlike Jie's fake lashes which were still shorter than mine. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_1108969_17.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jie and I continued on by making Silly and Bessy carry us like Queens' on our thrones'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_1108976_2519.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At some point where we were so amused by God knows what (maybe alcohol) with Bessy classically spoiling whatever picture she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_1108986_5837.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can tell, there is only one person enjoying herself in this picture. The agony Jie put Silly and I through. Size does not equates to weight. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_1108983_4842.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, presenting you the Belle Du Jour of the night. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the crazy things this bunch make me do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Nerina Pallot - Sophia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5642686155974439621?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5642686155974439621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5642686155974439621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5642686155974439621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5642686155974439621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/05/le-april-babies.html' title='Le April Babies'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2483441037181015988</id><published>2008-04-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:46:59.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret's In Telling</title><content type='html'>Secrets, don't we all have some secret that we keep from someone some way or another. It's sad how one secret covers up for another secret and the sick cycle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt; just continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all honesty, I don't think I have any secrets. I think, I think, I emphasis I think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; was good, same old quiet birthday, the way I like it. Will upload the pictures of the celebration I had with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around my peers, I'm thankful, that my drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rara&lt;/span&gt; life is over for now. No, I am not gloating at you guys, just being reflective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who wished me Happy Birthday through whichever medium you used. Lastly, thank you my silly for being the sweetest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I finally managed to induct Silly into World of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;. -evil laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spinning: Rick Price - If You Were My Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2483441037181015988?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2483441037181015988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2483441037181015988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2483441037181015988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2483441037181015988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/04/secrets-in-telling.html' title='The Secret&apos;s In Telling'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6807178700462867939</id><published>2008-04-17T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:05:52.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know It's Not Your Day When...</title><content type='html'>You know it's not your day when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You wake up a teeny bit late for work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then your mum calls you to tell you to cab down because it's a heavy thunderstorm in town and there's no way you could possibly climb up that hell of a hill without getting totally drenched. And there goes 20 bucks down the drain because of the god damn weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You flag for a cab and then in a frantic attempt to get on the cab and get out of the rain, you step into a flooded"longkang" causing your entire shoes to fill up with "longkang water".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You get into the office and within 5 minutes, someone classically annoys you so badly you just want to murder the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The person continues to annoy you with absolutely brainless and stupid questions that you couldn't hold your temper in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Then finally, love does it's stupid thing and bites you right back where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm having a bad day. All I want to do now is go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6807178700462867939?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6807178700462867939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6807178700462867939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6807178700462867939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6807178700462867939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-its-not-your-day-when.html' title='You Know It&apos;s Not Your Day When...'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5446795481907973971</id><published>2008-04-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:08:55.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AERDNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Andrea Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5446795481907973971?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5446795481907973971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5446795481907973971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5446795481907973971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5446795481907973971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/04/aerdna.html' title='AERDNA'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-7792183776300402887</id><published>2008-04-06T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:23:41.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 on 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/BirthdayGifts-Sillyscopy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/BirthdayGifts-Sillyscopy-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prada wallet courtesy of Mummy, Lil' Brat &amp;amp; Simon.&lt;br /&gt;Agnes B. Charm Bracelet courtesy of Silly.&lt;br /&gt;Photos, layout &amp;amp; title courtesy of Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the happiest princess in the world. -triple beam-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/BirthdayGifts-Sillyscopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-7792183776300402887?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/7792183776300402887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=7792183776300402887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7792183776300402887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7792183776300402887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/04/22-on-24.html' title='22 on 24'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-7446593042410633414</id><published>2008-04-04T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:18:28.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Pointe</title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely falling asleep at work, major case. I have no idea why but I can't just seem to get my brain and fingers to do proper work, it's like, they fell asleep on me. -mumbles- Oh well, at least it's 1730 hours already, 30 minutes more and I'm officially off work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been real busy, so busy I barely had time for anything else other than work and sleep, much less coming online to blog. I knew I always said I'll never end up in the events line but well, the saying goes, never speak too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically this ain't events, it's stage production but what the heck anyway. It's something I've loved since I was young so there's a plus point. Giselle In The Park went pretty well and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhaustingly&lt;/span&gt; fun. Now it's time to deal with  the figures and reports. -groans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that been doing loads of money counting (if only the money was mine), talking nonsense, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; Silly and doing nonsense like pose in the basic feet positions of ballet (complete with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pointe&lt;/span&gt; shoes and tights) for her ADC kit. So yes, in short, I'm having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of work, been neglecting Silly a fair bit. I'm sorry sweetheart, at least now I'm a little more free. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for my birthday are somewhat settled and I already got my first birthday present from Silly. An Agnes B bracelet attached with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;agnes&lt;/span&gt; b guitar pick charm. -double beam-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Timbre now to celebrate Viola's birthday! Believe it or not 90%  of the office's birthday is in April. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-7446593042410633414?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/7446593042410633414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=7446593042410633414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7446593042410633414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7446593042410633414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-pointe.html' title='On Pointe'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8141633226936218949</id><published>2008-03-17T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:51:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>They say, a picture speaks a thousand words. So this entry will be minimal in text as to my usual chunk of words (I still prefer words). Reason because, I'm too tired to type so much but I can't bear abnegation.blogspot collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prada HP Strap.((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burberry Scarf that Lil' Brat bought for me amongst other things like a Agnes B pouch which I am too lazy to take a snap of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next 2 pictures are the pictures of SOME of the steps (and slopes) I have to climb to get to work daily. Silly has been chauffeuring me back and forth work since I started. Tomorrow would be my first day "climbing the hill". BABY I MISS YOU ALREADY. Teeheehee. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday after work, we headed down to Esplanade for the Mosaic Music Festival. Had dinner at Al Dente but classically was too hungry and forgot to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jillene after dinner for Olivia Ong and went on a rampage taking pictures with her DSLR and Silly's Holga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/aDSC_1497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I almost look "saint" like here. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/aDSC_1528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This shot looks almost like an advertisement. Hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here. Told you it'd be minimal on words. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Hard-Fi - Suburban Knights (Steven Angello &amp;amp; Seb Ingrosso Mix)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8141633226936218949?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8141633226936218949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8141633226936218949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8141633226936218949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8141633226936218949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html' title='A Thousand Words'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-9071702818762798421</id><published>2008-03-12T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:03:41.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Little Time</title><content type='html'>Just a note, yes, I am still alive and kicking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been on MIA mode but that's because Lil' Brat just came back from Japan last week and I started on my new job this week. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you read it right, I'm back in the working force. It's been a great first 2 days so far. Best part is, Silly has been chauffeuring me to and from work. -double beam-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company had a charity preview of Step Up 2 today so Silly and I watched it for free! -beams- It was pretty good, makes me wanna dance. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update with pictures when I have the time. Okay, I'm knackered. Bedtime, goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;`Spinning: Gavin DeGraw - (Nice To Meet You) Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-9071702818762798421?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/9071702818762798421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=9071702818762798421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9071702818762798421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9071702818762798421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-little-time.html' title='Too Little Time'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6206991418380030318</id><published>2008-02-27T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:06:07.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Valentine's</title><content type='html'>*edit: 1914 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures that I keep forgetting to upload. Plus since now my layout is "bigger" you won't have to squint your eyes to figure out what's going on in my pictures. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00071.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly is the sweetest ever. I woke up hungry with a craving for fried rice and tada! My personal chef cooked fried rice for me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving Lolly her daily wipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Denise darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00100.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way to a wedding dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found out what I was getting for Valentine's Day because I couldn't decide what I actually wanted. Because I'm all so indecisive and annoyingly picky, I'm glad Silly made the decision for me by surprising me with it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00120-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Prada Handphone Strap. -beams- I don't have a picture of it because after I opened the box, we both got too hungry and decided to order food first then we forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect gift because I'm going to get a new handphone by this weekend but being the indecisive me, I still have no idea which phone thus wondering if I should change the colour of the strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, I want to go get my phone tomorrow. Hehe. Maybe, I just would. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Groove Armada - See What You Get&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6206991418380030318?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6206991418380030318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6206991418380030318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6206991418380030318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6206991418380030318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-valentines.html' title='Post Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3353269071960188231</id><published>2008-02-26T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:19:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Me</title><content type='html'>1 . WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother &amp;amp; father's middle name)&lt;br /&gt;Tina James (Not that bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad/mom, father's dad/mom, depending on ur sex)&lt;br /&gt;Seng Choo something something. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)&lt;br /&gt;Liman (WTF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;Green Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Singapore (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning)&lt;br /&gt;The Grey Water (-barfs-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;Anim (Sounds stupid. HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. GANGSTA NAME: ( fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie)&lt;br /&gt;Dark Chocolate Double Chocolate Chip (I should just call myself Chocolate. Hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pets name, current street name)&lt;br /&gt;Lolly Bedok Reservoir Road (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. STRIPPER NAME: ( name of your fav perfume/cologne, fav candy)&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore Ferragamo Impact (Omg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)&lt;br /&gt;Ah Girl Toh Drive (Yucks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Clair and Jo have done this and till date, Clair's is the nicest. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Booty Luv &amp;amp; The Sound Bluntz - Don't Mess With My Man (Acapella) + Billie Jean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3353269071960188231?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3353269071960188231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3353269071960188231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3353269071960188231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3353269071960188231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/name-me.html' title='Name Me'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6446409582145519283</id><published>2008-02-21T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:58:57.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Mr Postman</title><content type='html'>Everytime there is a registered article for me to sign for at home, I always miss Mr Postman. All because, I'm dead asleep to the world and my house has no door bell. (Note to self: Bug mummy to install one) But there is a possiblity that I might not wake up to the door bell too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have an item which either got lost in the mail or Mr Postman stole it. It was supposed to arrive before CNY and till now, no sight of it. Seriously, I doubt Mr Postman would want to steal a pair of black opaque stockings right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, do you ever hate yourself for the way you are? I do, more often than I wish for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Joe - I Wanna Know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6446409582145519283?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6446409582145519283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6446409582145519283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6446409582145519283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6446409582145519283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-mr-postman.html' title='Sorry Mr Postman'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5154063175188191630</id><published>2008-02-20T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:15:34.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Girls</title><content type='html'>I am currently blogging on MS Word all because Blogger or rather Google decided to fuck up once again. I’m so annoyed because it’s not the first time this is happening. If this continues, I’m gonna jump ship over to LJ. –mumbles- Silly will post it for me in the morning when she heads to work because I have errands to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Silly and I were chatting about some random couple and this is how the conversation went…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;// *drea says (11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;// *drea says (11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;// *drea says (11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Either your goodlooking and&lt;br /&gt;poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love. says (11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;So much love. says&lt;br /&gt;(11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;OIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// *drea says (11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Or ugly and too rich and stupid to go for&lt;br /&gt;plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love. says (11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i would like to think im balanced&lt;br /&gt;So much love. says (11:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// *drea says (11:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;-fainted-&lt;br /&gt;// *drea says (11:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think Im naturally beautiful that's why God made me poor&lt;br /&gt;// *drea says (11:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA &lt;/blockquote&gt;Honestly, I really think that way. No, not joking. I think my close friends belong to the same category as I am too (Unless you guys beg to differ). Please note when I say rich, I mean, really too rich for your own damn good kind. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least we’re beautiful so eat your heart out. –smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Groove Armada – Lightsonic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5154063175188191630?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5154063175188191630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5154063175188191630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5154063175188191630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5154063175188191630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-girls.html' title='Beautiful Girls'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3588038255490099257</id><published>2008-02-15T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:28:34.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What You Do To Me</title><content type='html'>This year, I will not write about how Valentine's Day is all so "Hallmark Day" because, it's been awhile since I've been this happy. ((: Obviously, that's what matters. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I love y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Lovin' you is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Crazy is what I'll be"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: John Legend - P.D.A (We Just Don't Care)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3588038255490099257?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3588038255490099257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3588038255490099257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3588038255490099257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3588038255490099257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-what-you-do-to-me.html' title='That&apos;s What You Do To Me'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5052201084389789502</id><published>2008-02-12T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T03:45:44.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picturesque</title><content type='html'>Met up with Simon, Eugene and Michael to "help" them with their respective V-day presents. Then Silly came along and we headed off to hunt for our very own V-day presents. In the end, we both went home empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I managed to settle Silly's present online. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell her what I was getting because I know nuts bout gadgets but I'm so glad she's so happy that all she can talk about is, it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting her brand new toy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/hck_b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holga 120 CFN Starter Kit &amp;amp; Holga 35mm Adaptor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Silly is so excited to lay hands on her new toy, and it's infectious because I can't wait to see the beautiful pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I'll get. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Justin Timberlake - Lovestoned/I Think She Knows (Interlude)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5052201084389789502?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5052201084389789502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5052201084389789502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5052201084389789502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5052201084389789502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/picturesque.html' title='Picturesque'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1854113632403654502</id><published>2008-02-09T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T02:43:13.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY (Cranky New Year)</title><content type='html'>I do actually have a love-hate relationship with CNY. I love the new clothes and ang baos but it really does make me realise how lonely I can actually get and like Zen, I don't need to be reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon only Zen and Denise would understand what I mean by lonely but oh well girls, we get by, don't we? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So CNY this year completely doesn't feel like CNY. Doesn't help that the Lil' Brat's away in Japan. I actually miss quarrelling with her already. Sigh. 3 more weeks till she's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This CNY has also been extremely exhausting. I seriously am falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out last night with Jac and Denise to Zouk to meet Aly then to Play to meet Silly, Zenna, Casey, Jie and Bessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpang for supper with Silly and Denise, dropped Denise home and arrived home unceremoniously at 0600 hours. By the time I got to bed it was almost 0700, 2 hours later, my mum dragged me out of bed. -mumbles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear, I will never buy long sleeved tops for CNY ever again in my life. Try and act guai this year la, all 3 tops all long sleeved. The past 2 days, I've been like melting like crazy. -grumbles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat at my place later. -groans- Everyone who said they'll turn up, TURN UP or I will slap you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Kelis Featuring Cee-Lo - Lil Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1854113632403654502?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1854113632403654502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1854113632403654502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1854113632403654502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1854113632403654502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-cranky-new-year.html' title='CNY (Cranky New Year)'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1704106564305460161</id><published>2008-02-06T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:29:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I am currently in the midst of spring cleaning my wardrobe even though I am so fucking exhausted after the 6 trips (2 more trips tomorrow and Saturday) to the supermarket and 3 shopping trips within 2 weeks. I swear I can just fall apart and disintergrate into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part, my room looks like it has been hit by a hurricane (Like it usually does) and my wardrobe is just 30% of it. Throwing away and donating literally half my wardrobe because they are either way too big, outdated or I just don't wear them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that this year, Lil' Brat is in Japan and it's just Mummy and I to clean the entire fucking house. I dread waking up tomorrow. -groans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing everyone Gong Xi Fa Cai and a prosperous CNY! (Read: Collect more ang baos, win money if you're gambling but lose money if you're gambling with me because I am so going to win your entire fortune because I will be wearing RED underwear! Bwahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SPRING CLEANING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Taylor Swift - Teardrops On My Guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1704106564305460161?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1704106564305460161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1704106564305460161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1704106564305460161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1704106564305460161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/shit-cleaning.html' title='Shit Cleaning'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5628002352324695398</id><published>2008-02-05T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:58:08.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopaholic In Love</title><content type='html'>I swear the past entire week all I've been doing is shopping, grocery shopping, shopping and more grocery shopping. Carrying shopping bags all over town for 3 days and carrying super heavy grocery shopping bags for another 3 days has taken a toll on my poor "not so skinny anymore" legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am finally done with my CNY clothes shopping after 3 rounds of it. Bought 2 shirt dresses and 4 thongs from Topshop, 2 bras from Miss Triumph, 1 long sleeved top from AX, a pair of black stockings online (which have not arrived and I am getting worried), a pair of skinnys and a muffler from Fourskin, a bracelet from Diva which Silly (: paid for, a clutch from F21, a pair of heels from Trendy Zone and 3 earrings from Bugis Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total damage, $600. -faints- Now that I see the total amount, I am so glad the jeans I wanted originally went OOS in my size because it costs a freaking $375, but I am still going to get it once the stock comes in. I will save for it! -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in many many years, I bought everything long sleeved for CNY. LOL. If you know my dressing style, it pretty much is, "If you've got it, flaunt it", go figure. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being a total absolute shopaholic, the steamboat at Silly's turned out pretty well, because I am so proud the tom yam turned out fantastic. Hur. Okay, maybe not as fantastic as mummy's but first time so give me some room for error. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, all I did was tell Yaya (Silly's maid) to cut up everything and instructed Silly on what and when to put in the pot of boiling water. I was basically supervising. Hahaha. My excuse? I am scared of hot stuff. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be another long long day for me because it's our first monthsary together! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would honestly like to thank the ex-es because if it weren't because of the one who left and the one cheated, we would have never ever thought we'd hook up and end up being together. Plus, we both learnt precious lessons, lessons paid for over a span of 6 years altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st monthsary my silly sunshine hero. Can't wait for the 2nd, 3rd and so on to come along and I can't wait to see you, hear you and feel you all together at the same time. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"And I see what you need so&lt;br /&gt;I’m gone play my position&lt;br /&gt;Let you catch what&lt;br /&gt;you’ve been missin&lt;br /&gt;I’m callin out, girl cause I can’t help but wait"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Trey Songz - Can't Help But Wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5628002352324695398?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5628002352324695398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5628002352324695398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5628002352324695398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5628002352324695398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopaholic-in-love.html' title='Shopaholic In Love'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6433339559645128261</id><published>2008-01-31T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:55:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Sunshine In My Life</title><content type='html'>In approximately 11 hours, the Silly girlfriend turn 23. -coughOLDcough- Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate her birthday, I have graciously and generously (AHEM!) decided to be the chef for today and tomorrow. Those who know, know that I CAN actually cook but I just rarely do because I am too damn lazy. -ego speaking for itself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, on the menu for today would be a simple Pasta Salad which we both adore like crazy but I hope she adores the one I'm gonna cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, steamboat at her place which I will attempt to cook Tom Yam soup for the first time in my life. Those who have tried my mum's Tom Yam would know that it's pretty solid so I hope I can't screw up much following her receipe word for word. -prays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear cooking is a total pain in the ass. I hate washing up! -screams silently- But for my Silly, I will do it with no complains. -clears throat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because I will have no time to blog after this and until her birthday is over;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I will make up for the 22 birthdays I've missed out with you (Because this year I am too broke), and I am absolutely looking forward to the future birthday celebrations to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you really like the present I gave you 3 weeks ago and I'm sorry I gave it to you so early but I was too damn excited after getting it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your plans for the future flow out smoothly as smoothly as I waltzed into your life. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally looking forward to having my own personal chef, my black Lexus Sports, black BMW M6, black Toyota Rav4, black Evo 10, black SLK and black Maserati to drive around in (Excluding the 10 or 20 other cars you want to own in the future). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Playing Mahjong and shopping with Carmen and Su-Lynn all day long (While you, Dexter and Su-Lynn's future husband slog your lives away for our Jimmy Choos, Bottega Venetta, Tods, Prada, Chanel etc purchases). Oh, remember my roomful of 2.55s okay? Haha. God it sounds like I'm writing a wish list for my birthday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But anyway, I LOVE YOU, you old fart. I know (And am pretty sure) you love me too and I hope I stay LOVEABLE enough for you for the rest of my (Turn so old till breast are saggy) life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_687092_4920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday my Silly Sunshine Hero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Muse - Starlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6433339559645128261?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6433339559645128261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6433339559645128261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6433339559645128261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6433339559645128261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/01/cooking-with-drea.html' title='For The Sunshine In My Life'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8293582572650609854</id><published>2008-01-28T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:01:47.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday - Corduroy &amp;amp; Finch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chocolate Fudge Milkshake rocked my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open kitchen concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chandeliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anitpasti &amp;amp; Tapas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the one of the few cooked fish I take, Codfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Silly blew $80 on all that all because she promised me a good brunch the night before. -beams- &amp;amp; Maybe, because I said so. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday - Golden Mile Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you're expecting a whole slew of pictures once again BUT, the girlfriend and I were too hungry so when the food came, we just ate and completely forgot about the poor camera. Haha. I promise pictures the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we had Char Kway Teow, Hokkien Mee, Char Siew &amp;amp; Roast Duck, Ah Baling (aka Tang Yuan), Chin Chow and Sugarcane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Char Kway Teow already! Next round at Golden Mile, the all so famous Claypot Rice. -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that mountain of food, 2 hours later, I continued to have the famous AMK Crab Bee Hoon, 1 You Tiao with my favourite Selegie Tau Huey with Tau Huey Jui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such an appalling amount of intake within 5 hours, I had indigestion. Yes I deserved it. But everything was so damn irresistible. At this rate, I'm gonna be fat, yes, FAT. -grumble mumble-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;`Spinning: Missy Elliot - Get Your Freak On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8293582572650609854?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8293582572650609854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8293582572650609854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8293582572650609854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8293582572650609854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/01/foodie.html' title='Foodie'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2459615006798035177</id><published>2008-01-24T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:36:35.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviation</title><content type='html'>Deviating from our regular plan to stay home, we met up with Bel in town for dinner. So we parked ourselves at NYDC Heerens from 1900 to 2230 hours, catching up, talking about cars for the longest time I remember and God knows what other nonsense the 3 of us spoke about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, deviating from our regular plan to not club on weekdays or rather, cut down on clubbing, we some how ended up at Zouk. LOL. Yours truly was disgustingly in shorts and slippers, it was really un-planned. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the absurd amount of deviation going on the entire day, it just went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly and I left at 0100 because she had to work today but after getting on the car, I was so spectacularly high that I went on and on and on and on. Which meant to say, I couldn't stop talking or rambling would be a better term. Which is pretty rare, cause I usually only talk when necessary or I am usually very sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and the first thing I remembered was, "What the fucking hell did I say last night?!". Apparently, I said a truckload of stuff ranging from "saggy breasts" to "the death sentence". Go figure. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was all to my very own girlfriend, it is bloody embarrassing. I would say even more embarrassing than passing out dead drunk because that way, I wouldn't be able to rattle off like I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Silly just informed me that I did not only spew totally "throw my own face" nonsense, that I did things that I would very much like to bury myself right now because I cannot believe it and am laughing my ass off at myself. Classically, she re-enacted the entire scene to her brother. -buries self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I am high, someone just duct tape my mouth please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;`Spinning: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2459615006798035177?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2459615006798035177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2459615006798035177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2459615006798035177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2459615006798035177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/01/deviation.html' title='Deviation'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2215089519240315310</id><published>2008-01-21T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:24:21.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Lil' Brat left for Narita, Tokyo yesterday morning for 6 weeks of training, shopping and freezing her ass off. Strangely, I think I might just miss her. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all for a good cause. Hello to Head Porter, Burberry Blue Label, Goyard, CDG, BAPE, Victoria Secrets, American Apparel, F21, GAP, Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch, Urban Outfitters, American Eagle and the list goes on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I finally got my haircut after a million years. I finally have tangle free hair. Haha. Now I'm left with my CNY shopping and threading. ASOS corset and opaque stockings on the way to me. -beams- I hope they arrive before CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough bout wanting to shop. With the untimely arrival of the bleeding monthly, I've been on a hell of roller coaster ride with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not all that emo. Just that the emo bits tend to end up here. The happy ones, well, are best kept private. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter sweet emotion has decided to park itself in my emo bank. As it is, I am already a very bitter person. The bleeding hormones are just making my life completely miserable when it actually isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, I forgot how it was like to speak my mind. I completely forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to shop and someone to help me remember how it was like to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;`Spinning: Corinne Bailey Rae - Like A Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2215089519240315310?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2215089519240315310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2215089519240315310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2215089519240315310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2215089519240315310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/01/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1273565996665540565</id><published>2008-01-17T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:44:16.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grapevine</title><content type='html'>Comparison, how much does it affect your life? Mine? I try not to let it get to me but sometimes, it does get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to compare, especially one relationship with another because every single relationship we have is unique to us in a certain way but it just happens I guess. I'll see how long I can hold out before jealousy gets the best of me. I hate to say this, but jealousy ALWAYS gets the best of me. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that nonsense aside, no no, I haven't moved. Just been sick like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, sick. Yes still sick since Christmas Eve last year. Bugger. It worst on Sunday night, I was coughing my lungs out and basically just sleeping day in, day out, but thankfully, My Hero nursed me back to health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I were at home (Yes I am at Bukit Panjang), without no one to take care of me half the time, I'd probably still be dead in bed. I just hope I didn't lose weight from this coughing episode. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still coughing here and there, occasional headaches and all but I suppose I'm much better. Sigh. I don't know what to do if I fall sick during CNY again! I can't afford to fall sick this year. I want to collect all the extra money to make up for what I missed out last year. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ tomorrow with my best friend (Quek), my old friend (Jac) and my girlfriend (Su). I am so going to play princess and make you guys let me win. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;`Spinning: Gavin DeGraw - I Don't Want To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1273565996665540565?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1273565996665540565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1273565996665540565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1273565996665540565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1273565996665540565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/01/grapevine.html' title='Grapevine'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-7471575348309229037</id><published>2008-01-11T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T03:25:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strangest Things</title><content type='html'>I had a crazy idea of moving permanently over to LJ a couple of days back. Strangely, it's still hanging at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have so many years on abnegation.blogspot but I have this strange urge of wanting to having a "fresh start".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that my LJ account is exactly new nor is the address very different from this, but I just can't explain it. Maybe I'm just sick of my layout and I have no idea how to fix the layout I wanted to change it to. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache from hell killing me. God knows why I'm having a headache out of the blue. Even stranger, I actually got irritated with WoW because the server was lagging so bad I was running at 1.5K latency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that I've been PMS-ing major. Bloody monthlies (Pun intended). One minute I'm all fine and dandy, the next minute, the smallest matter can just piss me off earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stuff me with Coke and Chocolates or make me smile please. I'm in dire need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Mika - Happy Ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-7471575348309229037?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/7471575348309229037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=7471575348309229037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7471575348309229037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7471575348309229037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/01/strangest-things.html' title='The Strangest Things'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1693970411178967488</id><published>2008-01-07T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:13:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Together</title><content type='html'>And it's all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a hero and you are my heroine.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is real, and this is good.&lt;br /&gt;It warms the inside just like it should,&lt;br /&gt;But most of all it's built to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Girlfriend. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Enter Sandman - Metallica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1693970411178967488?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1693970411178967488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1693970411178967488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1693970411178967488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1693970411178967488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-together.html' title='Better Together'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3778218041456852798</id><published>2008-01-02T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:32:02.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready Or Not, 2008 Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>After years of overdosing on alcohol on NYE, finally I had a quiet NYE. Steamboat and KTV with Silly's friends. Surprisingly, it was rather refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008 everyone, I hope you had a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was nice, to wake up right next to Silly on the first day of the year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes I always know&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Colbie Cailat - Bubbly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3778218041456852798?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3778218041456852798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3778218041456852798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3778218041456852798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3778218041456852798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2008/01/ready-or-not-2008-here-i-come.html' title='Ready Or Not, 2008 Here I Come!'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6995370357625458690</id><published>2007-12-31T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T05:44:42.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008</title><content type='html'>So this is it, the last entry for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy year. When I say crazy, I mean it in all degrees. There were high and low points but that's just life ain't it? That's what makes life "interesting" at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Yong Tau Foo Girlies, Jie, Zen, Jo and Bessy, you girls will always be my YTF girlies for life. To more alcohol induced madness, bitching and being as fucked up as we are. Because I love you girls just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my KC girls, Quek and Jac, here's to growing old together. Jac, to 8 years and counting of friendship, chilling and emo nights together. Quek, to still being my best friend, I will still call you crying at 0300 if I have to. I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my darlings from TP, Denise and Ryl, the both of you hold a special place in my heart. I am always here, any time, any place and any day. Ready to mambo when you girls are. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Silly, "You caught me off guard, now I'm running and screaming. I feel like a hero and you are my heroine. Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?". ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad this year has come to an end. I'm all ready for a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Zac Efron &amp;amp; Vanessa Hudgens - Breaking Free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6995370357625458690?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6995370357625458690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6995370357625458690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6995370357625458690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6995370357625458690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007-hello-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5394662937340613577</id><published>2007-12-27T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:13:44.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lucky Charm</title><content type='html'>I am so excited! I struck lottery! -hops around- Yes I really really did win 4D yesterday. Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all thanks to Silly. ((: She was mentioning the numbers the entire of yesterday so I told her, let's go buy for fun. So in the name of fun, I bought $1 Big $1 Small, iBet. I know, where got people buy iBet buy so little right? I really was just buying for fun can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I KNOW WILL KNN OPEN 3RD PRIZE RIGHT!? NBCCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's okay. I am very contented with what I won. First time strike lottery, 3rd prize some more can?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think I won a lot and hoping for a treat or something, dream on mate. It's only 2 pathetic digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly is my lucky charm. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for Christmas, Silly bought me the "la maison nu l'ean" leather pouch in black and gold. from Agnes B. -beams- It is offically my new wallet. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, check out the wrapping. I totally dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Me and you babe - We'll make the whole world jealous"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Sade - Smooth Operator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5394662937340613577?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5394662937340613577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5394662937340613577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5394662937340613577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5394662937340613577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-lucky-charm.html' title='My Lucky Charm'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6287700010588454385</id><published>2007-12-26T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T06:01:25.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Actually</title><content type='html'>Love actually is over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;Love actually is self inflicted pain.&lt;br /&gt;Love actually is happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Love actually is feeling warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;Love actually is wanting to do the craziest things.&lt;br /&gt;Love actually is bitter-sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love actually is Silly. &lt;em&gt;Pun intended.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think I am in love. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Diana Krall - The Christmas Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6287700010588454385?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6287700010588454385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6287700010588454385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6287700010588454385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6287700010588454385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-actually.html' title='Love Actually'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2093558918871727301</id><published>2007-12-24T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:34:55.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I am sick. Like "running a temperature" complete with a totally sexay voice interrupted by coughing and a "leaking" nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas folks. Enjoy this one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"All I want for Christmas is you, only you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Corrinne May - Shelter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2093558918871727301?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2093558918871727301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2093558918871727301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2093558918871727301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2093558918871727301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-so-merry-christmas.html' title='Not So Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-7479342928171982597</id><published>2007-12-21T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:34:09.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My mood has been fluctuating like a damn roller coaster ride. One minute I am so disgustingly bursting with bliss, the next minute, I am emo like nemo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As of now, it definitely ain't Missy Bliss in the house. Hello Emo-Nemo. -screams- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Couple of days back, I headed to the fortune teller. Apparently she's rather accurate and I wouldn't deny there was some truth in the things she told me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First thing I remember her telling me was that I worry too much. That I worry about every single thing and I must learn to relax. God. For a moment she sounded like the psychiatrist at the hospital I saw the other time. I actually wondered if I had 'Suffers from Anxiety" tattooed across my forehead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she told me I had a bad temper. God. So I guess you guys can really buy me an Anger Management course for Christmas since everyone keeps telling me I need to go for one before I eventually murder myself or someone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She also mentioned that people born in the year of Rat and Pig are my "Gui Ren". Seriously, can it be more of a coincidence that Silly, Jie &amp;amp; Bessy are born in the year of Rat, while Zen and Jo are born in the year of Pig. &lt;em&gt;My Yong Tau Foo girlies, you girls are stuck with this Fire Tiger for good! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That aside, I think she forgot to mention that I am too much of a nosy parker. Sometimes, I can't help it. I stumble into things that I don't want to stumble into. It's bloody deja vu because it has happened before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't go around blog hopping, I never do but it always happens. Why do I always click on the damn wrong link?! Curiosity killed the cat. It obviously killed this Fire Tiger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Something Corporate - Ruthless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-7479342928171982597?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/7479342928171982597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=7479342928171982597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7479342928171982597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7479342928171982597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/fortune-cookie.html' title='Fortune Cookie'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1232220922133628740</id><published>2007-12-21T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:02:38.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday</title><content type='html'>The family princess aka Lolly has gotten into yet another fight. This time around, she's badly injured with mutiple serious wounds. Sigh. I'm gonna bring her to the vet first thing in the morning later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of her sudden injury, the 5 week "holiday" at Silly's has some what come to an (abrupt) end. The plan was to stay until Saturday evening but obviously it is impossible now because I have to stay home to take care of Lolly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not complain because I love Lolly and for one, Silly is so damn understanding, it makes me feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I am definitely going to miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... the crazy things we have done in her darling, 369...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... the random and impromptu tanning session at Cafe Del Mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... the grocery shopping where I was "cheated" into buying this $4.05 Campbell's Chicken &amp;amp; Stars soup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... her attempts at artistic photography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_687092_4920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... her "se lang" ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/--drea003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... the pillow talks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/n753571293_687088_4204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... most of all, the physical presence of her. &lt;strong&gt;((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There's something 'bout you that makes me want to step up&lt;br /&gt;Step up and be with you&lt;br /&gt;If that's okay with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Jamie Scott &amp;amp; The Town - When Will I See Your Face Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1232220922133628740?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1232220922133628740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1232220922133628740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1232220922133628740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1232220922133628740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday.html' title='The Holiday'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2627546433771312166</id><published>2007-12-14T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:36.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitching Up</title><content type='html'>I had a seriously disturbing dream recently. I dreamt that I got into a freak accident and ended up with stitches running from my wrist to my shoulders and along my inner thighs on both legs. When I woke up from the dream, I was aching all over and immediately checked my arms and legs for the damn stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to check up on what stitches in dreams actually interpret and this is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To dream that you have stitches, represents your responsibility in keeping/holding a situation or relationship together. You may fear that this situation/relationship is falling apart and needs to be mended. Consider also the symbolism of where the stitches are on the body for additional clues."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know, it figures because I've been worrying about my relationships with various people of late. If you know me well enough, you'd know that I worry about a lot of things, including unnecessary stuff. Doesn't help that I'm super sensitive which means that half the time, I interpret a lot of things differently from a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bad day. Just one of those emo over every single tiny fur ball days. The weather isn't helping much either, bloody dark clouds making me feel gloomier. Worst part, I have to work tonight. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Jay-Z - Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2627546433771312166?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2627546433771312166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2627546433771312166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2627546433771312166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2627546433771312166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/stitching-up.html' title='Stitching Up'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6828547234621804487</id><published>2007-12-12T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:54:11.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing With Me</title><content type='html'>As the end of the year and the festive season approaches, everyone seems to be thrown into some kind of reflective or emo mode. Here I am with my own, despite the obvious happiness and cheeriness I have been exhibiting in the past few entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has been an eventful yet monotonous year for me. Opportunites came and went, just like how some people walked in and out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opportunities, I know will come again but the people, some, have walked out permanently. For one, I am glad that she is out of my life for good because all she brought was unhappiness and misery but for some, I miss with a tinge of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I did give it my best shot when it came to friendship but like a relationship, it takes two hands to clap. I did all I can to save the 2 friendships that I've some what lost this year but to no avail. I'd like to say, I really really miss the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship wise, I always believe, we all learn something from each and every relationship we go through. This time, I've learnt that sometimes, being too independent doesn't work. That I have to love and respect myself before expecting someone to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself right from the start of the relationship. Lost all dignity and pride. I just hung on, for the sake of hanging on. I am just glad that now, I found myself back again, for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, I thank those who never once gave up on me and I thank those who love me for who I am and I thank those who were there for me when I needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, who have loved and lost, smile my darlings, love will always find it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, sing with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Did you think I'd crumble&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not I&lt;br /&gt;I will survive as long as i know how to love&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give and&lt;br /&gt;I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Electrico - Runaway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6828547234621804487?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6828547234621804487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6828547234621804487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6828547234621804487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6828547234621804487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/sing-with-me.html' title='Sing With Me'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-8908895596177788902</id><published>2007-12-11T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:24:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sausages &amp; Mushrooms</title><content type='html'>See at first I was just too lazy to blog but I couldn't resist. This has to go down abnegation.blogspot because the entire (eating) experience was just so damn satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly has been going on about cooking portabello mushrooms with mozzarella cheese for me for awhile and today, she finally did! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My very own personal chef. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0034-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I can still smell the sausages, butter, cheese and mushrooms from just looking at this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0035.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheese heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0038-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-drool-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/CIMG0039-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-continues drooling-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, the pictures cannot justify how good the food was. After 3 sausages and 4 mushrooms each, we couldn't resist and made another 5 mushrooms each. The thought of it, is still rather mouth watering. x: Next round, I'm thinking of adding bacon. -drools-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the happiest girl alive. Thank you Silly. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-8908895596177788902?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/8908895596177788902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=8908895596177788902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8908895596177788902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/8908895596177788902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/sausages-mushrooms.html' title='Sausages &amp; Mushrooms'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2563786695295704863</id><published>2007-12-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:00:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know sometimes, when you say something and it just comes out all so right and you know, you're really right. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// `affinity  *drea says:&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we're good. That's what's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2563786695295704863?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2563786695295704863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2563786695295704863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2563786695295704863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2563786695295704863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/know-sometimes-when-you-say-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-856700010835853182</id><published>2007-12-06T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:55:14.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant My Christmas Wish!</title><content type='html'>Warning, this entry is going to be entirely self absorbed in the sense where I think everyone is going to buy something from the list from me, so please bear with me. I think I deserve to be self absorbed once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I promised pictures but I am just lazy okay?! Go check my Facebook if you want and if you're that in love with me, then get me to send you all my pictures okay? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the time of the year again, where I put up my dream list and wish list. This year, I am too lazy to put pictures of the items and I am also too lazy to separate them out. Well, I'm pretty sure you'd be able to tell which belongs to my dream list and which belongs to my wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Channel's 2.55 Bag in black please.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prada/Gucci/Marc Jacobs Wallet. You can ask me to specify the model and colour for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving License. Meaning, you pay for my lessons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Car. I have no idea what now but you can ask me again when I get my license.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A house. So I can have my own bloody room for once in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fully sponsored shopping spree. Sighh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 77 Jeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Tiffany &amp;amp; Co ring which I have my eyes on. Again, ask yours truly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;N81 or if possible, I don't mind the iPhone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jay Chou concert tickets. I swear I will love you for the rest of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New computer or laptop so I can finally get my own World Of Warcraft account.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping pills. I really think I need some but no one will ever give them to me anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My darlings to be less busy so they can have coffee with me and bitch about life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My darlings to even remember that poor little, Andrea actually exists and misses the shit hell hole out of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strike lottery. I am satisfied with 100k, okay, maybe a million would be better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip to Hong Kong to shop and eat till I drop. I really miss it there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family and friends to be safe, sound and happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books and more books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put on some fucking weight for once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Santa to grant my wishes. Yes, I still believe in Santa okay? Too bad for you if you don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lingerie. You can get vouchers from Blush or Fling. If not, I'm a 34B for most bras and a 6/8  or Small for most undies. And oh, I like lace.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPod Nano 8GB in black. This has been on my list for years but it's not really a want want. Just greedy. But if you have too much spare cash, I'm cool with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know, the list can just go on and on and on. So I shall just leave it here. Once again, I know there is nothing that anyone can actually afford so what the heck la. I just like putting up the same list every single year. At least I know one day, I will fulfil the entire list, by myself. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Nelly Furtado - Do It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-856700010835853182?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/856700010835853182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=856700010835853182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/856700010835853182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/856700010835853182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/grant-my-christmas-wish.html' title='Grant My Christmas Wish!'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2945628206543805706</id><published>2007-12-03T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T04:36:13.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Be A Vampire</title><content type='html'>First things first, I have a note to myself and everyone who hangs out with me often enough or talks to me on MSN. &lt;strong&gt;Please clean my fucking room!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I have the messiest room on earth. All I did just now was, dump everything on my bed on the floor. Hahahaha. I'm tired and I don't know where to start can?! Plus I have a long day tomorrow. I know, excuses but ya, I won't do it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely remember not long ago, I swore on my blog that I'd clean my room out before the week ends. See thing is, I never got to it. -slaps self- So everyone, please bug me to clean my room especially my entire 3 years worth of TP notes that I keep for God knows what reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a 2 hour session of online sensation with my ever dearest Aandra the Warlock &amp;amp; Mezzthang the Void Walker. GOD I'VE MISSED WORLD OF WARCRAFT! Lol! I promise to rendezvous with the both of you soon. Yes, I'm speaking to them as if they can walk, talk, read and use the Internet. I like can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, had dinner earlier at Ashton's with Silly, Mummy, Lil Brat and Simon today. For the first time (I think) in my life, I did not complain that my steak wasn't "rare" enough for me. The sight and taste of the blood oozing out was, orgasmic. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the orgasm, we queued for almost an hour before getting a seriously dim witted service staff to ask us if it was okay if we spilt up and sat at 2 separate tables. Like wtf?! What kind of seriously no logic, stupid question is that? Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I digress. Sometimes, I think I secretly am a vampire. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my steaks medium rare or rare if I can bargain with the people I'm having it with to tolerate the blood. Then I love pig's blood, (I know, go ahead and barf) which you can't get in Singapore anymore. I also enjoy watching the nurse when they draw my blood. That's my not so secret anymore reason for wanting to donate blood but I can't do it anyway because I have to be 45KG and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy biting people, a couple have suffered from this but I am not as extreme as some people I know of. Then I absolutely hate tomato juice, which from those B grade flims, you see vampires feeding on tomato juice as subsitute for blood and absolutely hating it cause they much rather have blood. Lastly, most of the time, I sleep in the day and am awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I watch too much TV and I just think too much. But maybe, just maybe, I could be a vampire. Hahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bed time now, enough nonsense. So fucking tired. Pictures from the week in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Corrinne May - If I Kissed You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2945628206543805706?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2945628206543805706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2945628206543805706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2945628206543805706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2945628206543805706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/messy.html' title='I Could Be A Vampire'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1862032357517920231</id><published>2007-12-01T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:09:07.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol &amp; More Alcohol</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, Zouk with Silly &amp;amp; Zen.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Play and Toca with Silly, Jac, Zenna and Casey.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Toca with Silly, Zenna, Casey, Elena and Bessy.&lt;br /&gt;Later, Zouk with Silly, Jac, Jie, Zen, Bessy, Elena, Bel, Zenna and Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol, more alcohol and here's to even more alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it scares me, it really does. I hope I'm scared, for a good reason. I guess, getting into the state of high does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Chingy Ft. Tyrese - Pulling Me Back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1862032357517920231?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1862032357517920231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1862032357517920231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1862032357517920231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1862032357517920231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/12/alcohol-more-alcohol.html' title='Alcohol &amp; More Alcohol'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3280396443116231419</id><published>2007-11-27T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:22:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Your Daughter</title><content type='html'>*edited @ 0826 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Emerald 5 Hill, Ice Cold Beer, Harry's Bar, Dbl O &amp;amp; O Bar for work. Silly tagged along, Bessy, Jie and Denise came along after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when work ended, we headed over to Zouk where I got disgustingly drunk on 2 Tequila Pops. Geh qiang la me! Just because everyone else was happily high and I was sober so I told Silly to buy me 2 Tequila Pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember when was the last time I was so drunk. Got to Spize and I headed straight for the toilet to puke. Back to the table and continued puking like mad while everyone was happily having supper. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly drove home with me puking in the passenger seat and parked downstairs, brought me up first before going back down to park her car proper. Then as usual, I got sober and started bugging her for food at 0800 hours. LOL. &lt;em&gt;Thank you Silly for taking care of me that night. It meant a lot to me. ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked Elena and Bessy up before going down to Vivo. Then it was work again at Arena. Was so hung over and tired, I barely worked because half the time I was visiting the toilet. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had porridge at Chinatown then Silly and I headed to Marina South for a Daytona competition and to kill time. I LOST, by a bit! Knn. &lt;em&gt;Never mind, we will play again okay? Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Zenna and Casey at St James's Mono. Basically just sat there, talking nonsense, listening to people sing, drinking beer and having a great time. I know, I was still drinking. I swear I'm a mother fucking alcoholic now. All I think about is alcohol. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Dragonfly for a bit before we left and I managed to convince Silly to go for Zouk Out! Or rather, Zenna did. YAY! The entire clan will be Zouk Out-ing. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for Cafe Del Mar but Silly and I woke up at like 1800 hours. Lazed around for awhile before leaving to Bessy's for dinner. Picked Jo up and went to collect my stuff back. &lt;em&gt;Thank you for returning them &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Happy Daze and was very tempted to order a Heineken before everyone gave me the evil eye so I settled for a Double Chocolate Chip milkshake. Belly &amp;amp; Jordan came along awhile later and we all had a great time catching up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't plan to head out but I did anyway. Met up with Silly to meet Jac for awhile. &lt;em&gt;Thanks for the bag dear! See you on Thursday! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borders after that and I bought my 2008 organiser. Then I got hungry again so we went to Cuppage for supper. I swear other than being an alcoholic of late, I'm eating like some mad woman but sadly, I am still 40KG. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTV-ed after supper and damn, it was good. I've missed KTV so much man, though 4 hours wasn't sufficient. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, those were the highlights of my weekend. I feel so busy these days. Doesn't help that 3/4 of my pay is gone already. Omfg please. I AM SO BROKE and I haven't even shopped or even gone for my damn haircut. HOW HOW HOW?! -panics-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a good girl and stay home the next 2 days. As much as I want to avoid facing the problems, I guess sometimes, we just can't run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just tired, tired of being the one that worries you. I'm not a little girl anymore you know? I'm sorry for going MIA for the last week, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wish I could just tell you every single little thing that's happening to me in my life. Even though I am officially out of the closet to you, I still fear the objection or rejection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell you that I'm really happy now, that I've never been so happy with anyone in the past 3 to 4 years but I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know, I love you mummy. You mean the world to me, you really do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she doesn't read my blog but I just had to get it out of my system. I just had to. I guess, I'll do it the way I know. I'll write her a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I sent her a sms after she left for work instead. I feel so much better clearing things up. Problem now is, I am wide awake. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Groove Armada - From The Rooftops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3280396443116231419?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3280396443116231419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3280396443116231419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3280396443116231419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3280396443116231419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-just-had-to.html' title='From Your Daughter'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2643856930493003435</id><published>2007-11-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:06:11.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Royal Highness, Me</title><content type='html'>I had this urge to blog while on my way home from town after FEP's chicken rice with Silly. I know this topic is absolutely bo liao and retarded but it's my blog right?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying with Silly since Sunday, I've gotten so bloody used to be driven around. I feel so damn spoilt and princess-y. BUT, I refuse to take advantage of it or get too used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, it's not a good thing know?! I kinda miss the long bus rides where I can just either read my journey home or stone and do some "life reflection" and sing to myself along with whatever's on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jac will be back this Sunday, which just means, more car rides! Haha! God, I'm getting way too spoiled. Oh well, I'm going to take a bus to town later anyway, so not that spoiled right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me feel like a princess. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's amazing how you knock me off my feet, hmm&lt;br /&gt;Every time you come around me&lt;br /&gt;I get weak, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way, oh&lt;br /&gt;You kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;and then you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna know"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Deep Dish - Say Hello (Extended Mix)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2643856930493003435?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2643856930493003435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2643856930493003435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2643856930493003435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2643856930493003435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-royal-highness-me.html' title='Your Royal Highness, Me'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3197503041026303896</id><published>2007-11-22T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:43:01.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Discovering Eden</title><content type='html'>Apparently I cannot be subtle. So much for thinking I could be subtle when necessary. I reckon it's just me, too damn straight forward for my own good. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very happy. It really is like re-discovering Eden all over again. Thank you, for bringing the smiles back to me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week's been extremely good, minus the fact that I haven't been home the past 5 days and won't be home for the next 3 days. Haha. I've got my ass parked at the other end of Singapore, Bukit Panjang. I know, so far right? That's why, every time Silly is supposed to drive me home, I end up not going because I feel bad for making her drive so far back and forth. It's really far okay! Ain't I sweet. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days passed by so quickly I can barely remember what I have done except for clubbing last night because I can still feel the alcohol in my blood. Chivas Green Tea, Tequila Pop, Watermelon Martini, Lychee Martini, Heineken, Triple Jack. Just the mention of all the alcohol I had last night makes me wanna barf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, when Silly leaves for work every morning, I'm either online the entire day chatting with her and Zen or rolling around in her "supposedly famous" bed. Lol. Poor Silly has been so busy entertaining me that she's barely had proper rest. I'm guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be one long weekend but I'm excited. Haha. Zouk tomorrow, chill out on Saturday and Cafe Del Mar on Sunday! God, I'm a fucking alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I've looked for love in stranger places&lt;br /&gt;but never found someone like&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;someone whose smile&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel i've been holding back&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like&lt;br /&gt;it should&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;it's built to&lt;br /&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our friends&lt;br /&gt;saw from the start&lt;br /&gt;so why didn't we believe it&lt;br /&gt;too?&lt;br /&gt;now look, where we are&lt;br /&gt;you're in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;and there's no&lt;br /&gt;escaping it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like&lt;br /&gt;it should&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the hills at night&lt;br /&gt;with those fireworks and&lt;br /&gt;candlelight&lt;br /&gt;you and i were made to get love right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like&lt;br /&gt;it should&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the sun in my universe&lt;br /&gt;consider the best when we felt&lt;br /&gt;the worst&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;most&lt;br /&gt;of all, most of all&lt;br /&gt;it's built to last"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Melee - Built To Last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3197503041026303896?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3197503041026303896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3197503041026303896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3197503041026303896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3197503041026303896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-discovering-eden.html' title='Re-Discovering Eden'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-286105383754971686</id><published>2007-11-18T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T07:46:00.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Little, Too Late</title><content type='html'>Since I am too awake to fall asleep on my wet hair, here I am again, blogging to kill time. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. As much as I felt your apology was probably the first one you ever meant deep down, it was just too little too late. Just return me my things, don't make me turn things ugly. Things are already as ugly as they can get already, so please, don't push me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was so exhilarated from getting my pay after 2 fucking broke months, I was literally delirious. On my way out, I was such a happy bunny listening to the radio play clubbing music and smiling to myself like an absolute crazy moron. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena and I celebrated pay day by drinking a flaming lambo each on empty stomachs. Haha. Sadly, like Bessy said, the alcohol was wasted on us because we barely got high. Then I got to meet Denise darling after almost 7 weeks! &lt;em&gt;I've missed you so much darling. Let me know when you're not on flight and we'll do coffee okay? Loves!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Phuture and Zouk both closed, we continued our clubbing escapade to Dragonfly, which closed 5 minutes upon our arrival. Hahaha. I feel like a fucking alcoholic these days man. -sayangs liver- LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, cabbed home from Silly's place to shower and change before heading out again to meet the "current" usual suspects. Had dinner while watching my very first R21 movie (Yes, I'm slow can), Saw 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, how can I have dinner while watching such a gory movie right? But honestly, I found Saw 4 boring, I was happily enjoying my fish and chips while watching them rip body parts like no body's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, chilled at NYDC for awhile before heading back to the cinema for Beowulf. It was yet but another boring movie. Bessy actually fell asleep 1/4 into the movie. Haha. The only conclusion I could get from Beowulf was that, the dick and the brain are unable to function together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the plan was to NOT club because we were all too exhausted but I got a phone call and a text from 2 different people asking why my ass wasn't parked at Zouk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While smoking after the movie, I bumped into Adah! Omfg, 5 fucking years never see her and she hasn't changed one tiny bit. Still the same old silly ah lian. (: &lt;em&gt;If you do read this babe, it was really nice catching up with you over cigarettes. To think I used to nag at you bout smoking back during KC days. Hurhur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 4 our asses to Zouk and met dear OLD Tox there with my long deserved alcoholic treat. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;It was nice seeing you too. Glad we managed to catch up. Remember, want to find girlfriend, please be patient okay? Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my dearest glam podium queen Marilyn. &lt;em&gt;It's so good that I've been seeing you at least once a week the past 2 weeks. You have no idea how much I missed you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I still have yet to do any shopping while Elena spent 200 bucks within 15 minutes at Guess. Haha. Monday's my day! I am going shopping alone! YAY! &lt;em&gt;(Note to self, book respective appointments with Suzanne &amp;amp; Browhaus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, I still want to watch Stardust. -nudges silly- ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I loved you with a firein red, now it's turning blue&lt;br /&gt;And you say "Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Timbaland Feat. One Republic - Apologize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-286105383754971686?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/286105383754971686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=286105383754971686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/286105383754971686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/286105383754971686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too Little, Too Late'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6430990940414613847</id><published>2007-11-16T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:51:46.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Me!</title><content type='html'>Omg. I just had to blog and spread my happiness please! MY FUCKING PAY IS IN! Omg omg omg! SO HAPPY LA! Words cannot describe how happy I am can?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole list of things to buy which I've been mentally making up while waiting for my pay to come in the past 2 months. It's been months since I've shopped so tomorrow, I am going shopping! Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy my 2008 organiser, Christmas cards, slippers and underwear (again). At least these are the stuff I'm definitely going to buy. So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight, it's Zouk with all my darlings. The plan is for everyone to get high. Then Zen and I have another evil plan. Hahaha. If we do execute the plan, I will blog about it here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as you can tell, I'm extremely happy, happy mad kind. So yes, I'm going to sign off here before more nonsense comes blabbering out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Gwen Stefani - Wind It Up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6430990940414613847?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6430990940414613847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6430990940414613847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6430990940414613847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6430990940414613847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-happy-me.html' title='Happy Happy Me!'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5394615283515254715</id><published>2007-11-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:57:15.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: ATB &amp;amp; Paul Van Dyk - Rave Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5394615283515254715?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5394615283515254715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5394615283515254715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5394615283515254715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5394615283515254715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-of-you.html' title='Because Of You'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-7120468715036510077</id><published>2007-11-15T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:30:10.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Me</title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; joined Facebook. Okay I know, I'm super slow like a mountain tortoise but so what? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was adamant to not join Facebook because, I just didn't want to. Just like when how Friendster first came out and I didn't want to join until I remember Ryna and Quek psycho-ed me into it. This time, every other person who talks to me on MSN asks me if I have a Facebook account. Every time I say no, they start the "Join Facebook" campaign. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Zen kept on badgering me this afternoon, telling me the benefits, this and that and I cannot remember what else. Haha. Then she continued with telling me bout (fluff)Friends because she remembers that I have a secret obsession with Neopets. LOL. (I haven't logged into Neopets after I discovered the wonders of World of Warcraft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave in, because I was tired of everyone asking why I don't do Facebook. God. This is called PEER PRESSURE! Now that I'm in, people are telling me I'm going to get addicted. Lol. Honestly? I doubt so. Facebook is definitely not as addictive as WoW but it is true that it's good to kill time when one's bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, just add me and stop badgering me already. Haha. The name's Drea Lim, too many bloody Andrea Lim's already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I actually do miss you but it's a good thing I think? I hope it's a good thing. Not you but you, yes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Groove Armada - Song 4 Mutya (Out of Control)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-7120468715036510077?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/7120468715036510077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=7120468715036510077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7120468715036510077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7120468715036510077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/facebook-me.html' title='Facebook Me'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5364630290230119770</id><published>2007-11-14T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:42:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Is Contagious</title><content type='html'>I texted Bessy earlier and told her that I may have just caught her emo nemo disease. Haha. Last night I was emo bout something. Tonight, it's about an entirely different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I stress myself way too much. Relax Andrea, relax! I need to be serious about the right things and I never seem to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Bessy is right. What the hell am I emo-ing about. Seriously, I have no idea please. Don't know why emo also. Knn, slap me la please someone. I should be enjoying what's going on in my life now, not emo-ing over it. But I can't help thinking bout the what if's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it all boils down to, I'm scared. Know what, the previous paragraphs don't even make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If I wrote you a symphony,&lt;br /&gt;Just to say how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;(what would you do?)&lt;br /&gt;If I told you you were beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Would you date me on the regular&lt;br /&gt;(tell me, would you?)"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Justin Timberlake - My Love (Paul Oakenfold Remix)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5364630290230119770?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5364630290230119770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5364630290230119770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5364630290230119770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5364630290230119770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/emo-is-contagious.html' title='Emo Is Contagious'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-1396269853629873593</id><published>2007-11-13T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:59:05.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>Know, love is seriously unfathomable. To one, it may mean something, to another, it's an entire different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long chat session with Silly today and we both agreed that love is seriously overrated. My conclusion? So much for I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I camped out on MSN for a long long time and spoke to loads of people whom I haven't been talking to for eons and I'm really glad I did. It just made me realise, how much I miss all my friends, how much I love them and hopefully how much they love me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those, whom I'm still disappointed with. That's why love is overrated. Be it love between friends, family or lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships do actually fall apart, even after going through hell together in Sec 4, watching each other grow up from the adolescent teen years. I miss my best friend, and I hate it that I always feel like I come in last. Know, I doubt you even read my blog anymore so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there are those who always make me smile no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation I had with Maye darling made me laugh like crazy and I truly wish I could just put it here but I can't because, well, after so much drama, I'd much rather a quiet life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the countless conversations with various people, I realised something. I was never truly happy with you, never. I'm glad it ended the way it ended because, it just proves, that's the person you want everyone to perceive you to be. And as sad as it may sound, I never did realise I already fell out of love with you, until now, a month later, all I can feel is stupid because I actually put up with the insults and pain you inflicted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, are one person that I regret so much. That's saying something when I do not even regret my one night stands. Watch your back won't you? Karma will come for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Aly &amp;amp; AJ sings in Potential Break Up Song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now all I want is just my stuff back&lt;br /&gt;Do you get that? Let me repeat that&lt;br /&gt;I want my stuff back&lt;br /&gt;You can send it in a box&lt;br /&gt;I don't care just drop it off&lt;br /&gt;I won't be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cuz without me, you know you're lost&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus you I'm better off&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will know&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just return my stuff back won't you? I'm more than ready to move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Rihanna - Shut Up &amp;amp; Drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-1396269853629873593?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/1396269853629873593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=1396269853629873593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1396269853629873593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/1396269853629873593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/potential-break-up-song.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2078153643580267835</id><published>2007-11-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:28:16.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol Induced Euphoria</title><content type='html'>Well well well, I'm back. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been going fantastically well. Had the craziest long weekend ever and I can't even remember when was the last time I had so much fun like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Silly and Bessy came to pick me up before heading down to Toca for a beer then to Zouk where Jie and Zen came to join us shortly after. After Phuture closed, Jo came down and we mambo-ed till closing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, with 3 hours of sleep, headed to JB with Mummy, Lil' Brat, Simon &amp;amp; Mage in Shining Armour. Bought loads of "stuff" but I shan't say what. x: Then it was the fucktastic dinner. Yummy. Got back to Singapore, took a bus to Newton then Mage in Shining armour dropped me at Play. Was there think for an hour then I got really high because Xiao Xin bought me a Tequila Pop. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, armed with yet again only 3 hours of sleep, went out with Mummy and Lil Brat the entire afternoon before meeting Silly and Bessy at Bugis. Then it was to Jo's chalet. All I can say about the chalet is, LOL. Words cannot describe all the madness that went on. Hope you had fun Jo. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, after contemplating and some bugging from Jo, I ended up at Zouk, high for the 3rd night in the row. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, I'm lazy to go into details also. All I know is, Denise is coming back in 3 days, Jac in 12 days. I can't wait to see you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Mario - Just A Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2078153643580267835?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2078153643580267835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2078153643580267835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2078153643580267835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2078153643580267835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/11/alcohol-induced-euphoria.html' title='Alcohol Induced Euphoria'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-269091005508673060</id><published>2007-10-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:56:26.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am here to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;announce&lt;/span&gt; that yes, I am still alive and kicking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I have avoided coming online, because, I just don't feel like it, I guess. E-mail hasn't been checked for a million years and I'm not intending to check it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; someone asks if I'm okay, my only reply would be "I'm not okay, but not not okay either, I guess the best answer would be that I'm alive and kicking." (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week and yet, the memories of you walking away are still so fresh in my head. In a sense, I've been expecting this but I guess it came too sudden. I actually woke mummy up at 0700 hours on a Sunday morning and cried to her for 2 entire hours non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm also out of the closet to mummy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Which is also obvious enough just that I never said it out loud. But it sucks I guess, she's treating me so fragile like I'm a time bomb going to explode anytime. I don't even dare to cry in front of her, because I know she's worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard, pretending I'm okay so as to not make her worry but I guess I've been doing well enough, at least, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that, I've just been staying home, first couple of days, I killed time by reading Harry Potter AGAIN for the 1000&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From last Thursday till Sunday, I killed time by spending time with my lock and void walker because Mike finally was done with his laptop, 1 and a half more bars before I ding to 43 (If you do not understand this sentence, it's because it's bout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and today, I killed time by finishing up this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong drama serial that mummy's been watching. Yeah, I cried like a baby during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; parts just like how I cried while watching the last episode of the 2100 hours show yesterday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me I guess, I'm a cry baby and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that will&lt;/span&gt; never change. BUT BUT, I've been good, the entire week I only cried on Sunday, Thursday morning and last night. Which in my terms, is already very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank quite a few people who've been so sweet to listen to me cry, go on and on etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly of course to mummy, who though has been treating me like a time bomb, I know you're just as simple as concerned. And for secretly putting money into my wallet though I told you I had money when I didn't. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Simon, thanks for listening to me and offering me tissues. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;. To Ah Bay aka Lil Brat, by acting like yourself and making me laugh even when I was crying like mad. I love you both. Be good to one another yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt; in shining armour (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;), Mike. Thank you for always being there for the warlock in distress. Stop calling me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt; though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I'm giving you enough time to level Shucks to catch up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aandra&lt;/span&gt; okay?! AND, STOP IRRITATING ME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HOR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; with me while I had a stolen conversation with you in my toilet last night (to avoid mummy seeing me cry which she did figure out after that anyway). And yes, I remember our Thursday balcony date though someone said, either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;KTV&lt;/span&gt; or Play ends up saying don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;KTV&lt;/span&gt;, we go Play. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Smack you. Love you la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for bringing me out on Thursday morning at 0400 hours to play arcade and in your words, to beat the crap out of "monsters" so I will feel better though I made it clear to you I'd rather beat the crap out of humans and you weren't man enough to let me beat you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. One more thing, I hope you remember to bring Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Henny&lt;/span&gt; back for me so I can marry him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Elena, for letting me "see the light". Thank you for being so brutally honest, I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bessy, for being another brutally honest person and made me hide in the toilet to cry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt;. I know you care and I really appreciate it, we can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; together this weekend when you're out of camp and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jo are busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;pak&lt;/span&gt; tor-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Jac&lt;/span&gt;, for promising to take me out as often as you can when you come back at the end of next month. And for giving me hope that you'll have money to buy me an air ticket to Perth tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Can't wait for you to be back to drive me around Singapore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Denise, Miss Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;-An. Get your ass back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;. I need a coffee session with you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Hope you're doing fine there. Misses. And and, I WANT VOGUE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to everyone else who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO BRING ME OUT TO KTV?! AND LISTEN TO ME GO OFF TUNE AND SING JIE KOU TEN THOUSAND TIMES? I know Jie will be the first to run. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Jay Chou - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Jie Kou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-269091005508673060?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/269091005508673060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=269091005508673060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/269091005508673060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/269091005508673060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-here-to-announce-that-yes-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-4019563356685674416</id><published>2007-09-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:44:25.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Online Sensation</title><content type='html'>I've totally gone off MSN, those who have me on their list would know that I haven't been online for like eons. Besides work on the occasional weekend, all I do is stay home, read, glue myself to the telly, eat like a pig but don't put on weight -grumbles-, continue being a pig by sleeping too much and, World of Warcraft. Yes you heard me right, WoW. -mock horror-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a gamer of some sort. I've downloaded all the trial games from Yahoo Games and played them all before so to people who know about that, it's nothing surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that, met up with Denise darling yesterday for dinner. It was a short but a good meeting at Bedok interchange's LJS. Caught up quite a lot and I'm glad we did because she's leaving for Tokyo on Sunday for 6 weeks! &lt;em&gt;I'll miss you babe. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of missing, I do miss MINE. I haven't been staying over at her place on Saturday for 3/4 weeks already. Always because I either have to work the next day, or we end up at places like Geylang for supper which is so near my place I could hear my chou chous and Lolly calling out to me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Hershey baby and the new addition, Hercules the smelly cute boy. I MISS MY TAN FAMILY! Do y'all miss me? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow and Saturday. I want to complain I'm tired but I can't, because I last worked 9 days ago. x:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Dr Dre feat. Snoop Dogg - The Next Episode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-4019563356685674416?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/4019563356685674416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=4019563356685674416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4019563356685674416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4019563356685674416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/09/online-sensation.html' title='The Online Sensation'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-5995710567753205978</id><published>2007-09-15T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T04:37:30.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Money Money Come!</title><content type='html'>Just had my shower and I'm feeling so damn relaxed. Jack Daniels' event earlier from 2300 - 0200 hours at Shaw Plaza, Asoka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Asoka is an Indian club so yeah, 99% of the crowd there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt;. Surprisingly, they were mostly locals and people my age or slightly older. So during the live band intervals, they played pretty cool clubbing music that resembled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HRC&lt;/span&gt; a lot, loads of reggae like Tamale and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mirame&lt;/span&gt; of course. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest surprise of all, they actually played a trance track which was Destination &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Calabria&lt;/span&gt;. Like the least expected please! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I was stunned for a moment while stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was pretty slack but I'm really knacked cause I've been sleeping around 0100 and waking up around noon. Had supper at Lavender Square with Elena, her friend and his friends. Ba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mee&lt;/span&gt; rocks my socks! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Cabbed home myself despite her friend offering to send me back cause he'll still have to send her back to Bukit Merah before sending me back to Bedok Reservoir and I was just too tired to save the cab fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will still be working for JD at Big Bike's Fest tomorrow from 1500 - 1900, then 2100 - 0000 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CHIJMES&lt;/span&gt;. Tired! Plus, Sunday there's still Big Bike Fest, so that's another 4 hours. I feel like dying of exhaustion already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday there's a golf event at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; whereby I have to report at Harbour Front at 0930! Want to how early please. It means I gotta get outta bed before 0700. Then the event ends around 2100 hours at night, fucking almost 12 hours of work! -cries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the sake of, money. For now, it's bed time. Goodnight world. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt; Ft. Sean Kingston - Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-5995710567753205978?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/5995710567753205978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=5995710567753205978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5995710567753205978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/5995710567753205978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/09/ka-ching.html' title='Come Money Money Come!'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6598452086722580678</id><published>2007-09-13T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:23:48.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Bother!</title><content type='html'>Wah. It's been almost an entire month since I've blogged man. Shush. Okay, even if I do come online, I'm too lazy to blog. Truth is, I haven't been coming online at all. I just don't feel like coming online okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to bumming around but there's a JD event tomorrow and hopefully on Saturday. Then come Tuesday, some golf event at Sentosa. Reporting time at 0900 at Harbour Front which means I gotta get up before 0700, want to how early please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hanging out with the Yong Tau Foo girlies. Last last Saturday, met them for HRC &amp; MoS. Last Thursday, headed to Play with them. It felt so Mad Monks can! LOL. Saturday met them for awhile before heading off to MoS. Where's that Mahjong session? I suppose it's not going to materialise since MINE is starting school next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE has been Zouk-ing with them every Wednesday but come Wednesday, I always feel too exhausted to fight the madness of the crowd. I suppose it's a sign of early ageing plus the fact I don't like Wednesday clubbing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, according to everyone, including MINE, I've been MIA. Sigh. Sometimes, you just don't feel like talking to anyone anymore and all you want to do is to draw yourself into seclusion and become a hermit. Maybe it only applies to me, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Sneaker Pimps - Six Underground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Some days I feel broken inside but I won't admit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6598452086722580678?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6598452086722580678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6598452086722580678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6598452086722580678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6598452086722580678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-bother.html' title='Oh Bother!'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-4215566870942057980</id><published>2007-08-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:48:31.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Aunties</title><content type='html'>First week of work didn't go so well. Monday, turned up with bad sore throat and non stop leaking nose. Bleeding mother fucking irritating can. By the time I was on my way home, I started to feel feverish and once it was 10pm, I had a full blown fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got worst throughout the night and woke up with a high fever the next day so had no choice but to call in sick cause I was feeling so weak and faint. Every time I got up to make myself to go to the clinic downstairs, I just could not get myself to do it because I was so afraid I'd faint somewhere on the 10 minutes journey. At the end, I waited for mummy to finish work then met her at the bus stop before she took me to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had 2 days worth of MC to allow me to recuperate, I had to go back the work the next day. -cries- And till today, only my fever and leaky nose have bade me farewell. Cough and sore throat still sticking to me like a couple of warts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm tired, exhausted physically and mentally but I do enjoy working there. Being the youngest always has it's benefits, especially when all your colleagues are aunties (Aged late 30s and above) who listen to Justin Timberlake and know the latest R&amp;B/Hip Hop hits from the Radio. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Exclusive: Hershey the Chocolate Monster looking BEE-Z.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00504.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/DSC00502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Eve Featuring Swizz Beatz - Tambourine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-4215566870942057980?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/4215566870942057980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=4215566870942057980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4215566870942057980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4215566870942057980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/08/funky-aunties.html' title='Funky Aunties'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-4456891628346789769</id><published>2007-08-10T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:46:38.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First &amp; Last's</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to change my blog layout for awhile now but after an aimless 2 hours of surfing or procrastination of creating my own, I'm just too darn lazy to do any HTML/CSS or to upgrade it to XML. Shall wait for another time when I'm too damn bloody bored and when the mojo kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my last day at NAFA and I'm just here to do nothing the entire day, which sucks because it makes me so damn sleepy especially after having 2 meals in a day already. Plus, I came in at 0815 so I can leave earlier and because I didn't sleep at all. -grumbles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad to leave here cause I get along with my colleagues and boss rather well. Then Monday will come along and I'll have to get used to a new environment again. I hate this routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least my new manager seems pretty nice but then, so did the bitch that I worked for previously. Though I'm a lil wary of my new boss (who is my manager's boss but my boss as well) but I have learnt that, sometimes, first impressions are very deceiving. For all I know, my boss may be the nice one and my manager's from hell to torture me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I find a smoking kaki at the new place because currently at NAFA, I'm the only one who smokes in the entire department and it doesn't help that it's an educational institute so it makes smoking very lonely and a chore to smoke "outside" the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the dreaded 5.5 working days. I want to complain non-stop but I will not harp on it and just live with it. One more thing, MSN had better be for "legal" usage at the new place because I'd really harbour "I want to quit right away" thoughts once I realise MSN is STRICTLY not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I really pray that it'll turn out good and if it doesn't I will do my best to live with it because I want to buy a couple of things and go for another holiday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There's never a perfect job&lt;br /&gt;Not even when you're self employed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-4456891628346789769?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/4456891628346789769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=4456891628346789769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4456891628346789769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/4456891628346789769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-lasts.html' title='First &amp; Last&apos;s'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-7688941875073415020</id><published>2007-08-04T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:45:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forked Path</title><content type='html'>It is now August, 8th month into 2007 and what have I accomplished in this year? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed, I really am. Now, I'm given a choice to prove myself once again, but will I fail like I have the past few times? Will I be able to leave this path behind and embark on a brand new one? I don't know. I do know that I am the only one who can answer these questions and ultimately, it's all up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. Even presently, I'm failing, again. So should I take this chance with determination? But what if I fail once again. I don't know how many times I can take failing. How many times before it totally wears me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make excuses for myself anymore. What I am today, is no one's fault but mine. Can I take this challenge and prove everyone, including myself wrong? All I know, there's this hesitation, because I don't want to fail again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Alex Gaudino Ft. Crystal Wa - Destination Calabria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sometimes it seems no one understands&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why&lt;br /&gt;I do the things I do&lt;br /&gt;When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-7688941875073415020?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/7688941875073415020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=7688941875073415020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7688941875073415020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/7688941875073415020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/08/forked-path.html' title='The Forked Path'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-315397965994114338</id><published>2007-07-27T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:54:02.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; The Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Warning, spoilers ahead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, it's been awhile since I have blogged. Been busy with work in general and trying to catch up on beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Saturday, finally collected the book and by Sunday night, I finished it. Hurhur. Didn't go to work on Monday and ended up reading it for the second time. Now the book's with my boss. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love loved the ending. The reason behind why Snape is actually good was rather touching too. Sigh. All in all, I thought it was a good closure for Harry Potter &amp;amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deaths included Hedwig, Mad Eye Moody, Peter Pettigrew, Fred Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin (who already had a baby boy). Speaking of Hedwig, I was given a TY Beanie of Hedwig when I collected my book. Who'd think she'd die as well. Sigh. Least, amidst all the speculation that one or two of the main characters would die, none came true and I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only disappointing part was the lack of details about the 19 years later. We know Hermione and Ron got married and had 2 kids, one named Rose, the other Hugo. Ginny and Harry got married and had 3 kids, James, Lily and Albus Severus (after Dumbledore and Snape). That Neville Longbottom became a professor at Hogwarts and Draco Malfoy became "good" of sorts and had 1 kid too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wondering bout Luna Lovegood, George Weasley (Fred died), Bill Weasley and his part Veela wife, Fleur, etc. Guess the book was already thick enough and details bout the main characters sufficed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Potter mania is finally over. Just left with Half Blood Prince and The Deathly Hallows movies to come out. Then, that will really mark the end of the Potter mania.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-315397965994114338?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/315397965994114338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=315397965994114338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/315397965994114338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/315397965994114338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; The Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-6549336411786518223</id><published>2007-07-19T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:48:25.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; The Order of The Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Warning, spoilers ahead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/bliss_11/308686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met MINE after work and after school respectively at PS to catch Harry Potter &amp; The Order of The Phoenix. Booked the tickets a couple of weeks back so you can guess how excited I was to catch the movie. But well, the movie turned out rather disappointing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those like MINE who has never went near the book, would probably not really comprehend with what exactly was going on in the movie. Everything moved so fast, putting as much details as they can in each and every scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as usual, the minor changes in the plot that only the avid HP readers would notice and this, was right from the start of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudley was not sent to the hospital; They only left just before TOTP(The Order of The Phoenix) turned up because Tonks sent them a muggle mail saying they won a best garden award thingy. TOTP did not just turn up at Harry's room door; Harry went down to the kitchen when he heard a crash made by Tonks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just stop at the first two differences cause it'll take forever to list everything I spotted. I guess I'm just being super anal but yeah, I couldn't help going through the book while the movie played on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can someone just please tell me why Cho became the one who told on DA's meetings?! It was supposed to be Cho's best friend, Marietta and I was waiting to see the word SNEAK etched across her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can someone else please tell me why, Sirus Black's mother's potrait did not scream the entire 1 minute of screen time it was given?! It was screaming in the entire book. I was looking forward to hearing her screech like a banshee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. So yes, I was rather disappointed. I agreed with Jie that the previous directors were better but a valid point is that this book is way longer than the previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were good things I reckon (typing this a lil reluctantly). Umbridge was as irritating and disgusting as depicted in the book. I personally loved Luna Lovegood, she was just so Looney. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson is growing into a very pretty lady. The rest, I'm not too sure. X: Jie reckons that Daniel Radcliff is hot but I think otherwise. Still like his look better in Harry Potter &amp; The Philosopher's Stone, way cuter there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Sigh. Saturday, is the release of Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows. Rumours are that 2 of the main characters would die. I'm keeping my fingers crossed cause personally I don't want anyone to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been updating so frequently because I have absolutely nothing to do at work. In fact, I'm so damn sick of it cause I am bored and cold in the office. Plus, I'm so sleepy. Haven't been getting enough rest man. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if you see me on MSN and I'm not on Busy mode, come and disturb me or something. Dying of boredom here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-6549336411786518223?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/6549336411786518223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=6549336411786518223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6549336411786518223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/6549336411786518223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-order-of-phoenix.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; The Order of The Phoenix'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-3068430526994199066</id><published>2007-07-17T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:50:36.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smellin' Good</title><content type='html'>So this morning, I headed to the airport for something (you don't have to know what unless I choose to tell you). After I ran my errand, I proceeded to take the MRT to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to me sat 2 really cute Australian guys BUT, knn, body odour please. Yes, I have a real sensitive nose so I get extremely irate with all kinds of smells, pleasant or unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to walk into perfume stores or stores selling potpourri and sorts because it drives my nose crazy and gives me a bleeding headache. So yes, that's how sensitive my nose is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday at Phuture, there was a guy who stood in front of me who smelt so bad I wanted to barf my Heineken out. Seriously, can't people who smell bad, smell that they smell bad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the spark that ignited this blog post is, ONE OF MY COLLEAGUE HAS BODY ODOUR. Wah fuck, I swear I'm so glad I'm not in the same room as her. Every time I walk into her room, I hold my breath so I won't faint from the smell. I wonder how the rest in her room can handle the smell 9 hours a day without dying from lack of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am so anal about smells. I get really paranoid if I forget my deodorant or perfume. I will keep pestering MINE with "Baby, do I smell?" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I smell of Elizabeth Arden's Green Tea. Yesterday I smelt of Givenchy's My Givenchy. Tomorrow, I think it'll be DKNY. I have yet to use my Estee Lauder one that I bought from DFS. Hmmmm. Sometimes, I smell of MINE's perfume. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, am blogging all these nonsense because, I have nothing to do at work once again. Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Order of Phoenix later with MINE. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-3068430526994199066?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/3068430526994199066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=3068430526994199066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3068430526994199066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/3068430526994199066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/07/smellin-good.html' title='Smellin&apos; Good'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-9199016649284002588</id><published>2007-07-14T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:36:17.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To "School"</title><content type='html'>I am at work. Yeah, Saturday at 1525 hours and I am still at work. Not doing work though because the system is giving problems. So while I wait for my colleagues to fix the damn bug, I shall blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been good so far. Rather slack but it gets really boring at times. At least I can surf the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and chat on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; to kill time. Came back to work today since I have nothing to do at home and they need me here, plus pay is * 1.5 the normal rate so yeah, got extra money why don't earn right?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is, I'm working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NAFA&lt;/span&gt;, feels totally like I'm coming here for lessons everyday but the fact is that I'm working here, not studying. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Plus plus, it's opposite my favourite wanton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heeheehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So MINE, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MoS&lt;/span&gt; with the usual yesterday and I, was a total angel and stayed at home. -mock horror- I was so tired from work that after dinner, I just conked out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; tonight! Whee~ Okay, back to doing nothing now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Parking Lot Pimp - Life's Thinking About You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-9199016649284002588?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/9199016649284002588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=9199016649284002588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9199016649284002588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/9199016649284002588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back To &quot;School&quot;'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255056.post-2803643454341670018</id><published>2007-07-13T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:44:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darlings</title><content type='html'>So I've been pretty busy of late, while at the same time, feeling a teeny bit under the weather. -mumbles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, was a good day despite the fact that I did not sleep at all and was out the entire day. Jac came to pick me up around 1030 and we headed to Cine to meet Jie. Then it was K Lunch. It was good but the food was well, gross. I was hungry anyway, so ate most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roamed around town after and I complained I was hungry. So Liat Tower's BK for Chicken Cheese Sticks! Yumm. Roamed around some more and I got hungry again so had Red Pearl Tea and Old Chang Kee's nuggets. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac left soon after for her dinner appointment so Jie and I headed to PS to meet Jo and Bessy the Birthday girl. Headed to Manhattan Fish Market and caught up with them for awhile. Left about an hour later to meet Ryl and Kerrie at Coffee Club, Somerset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good seeing my slumber princess after 1 bloody mother fucking year. Caught up quite a fair bit too. Hur. Had my Morning Dew Tea and Garlic Prawn Pasta. Yummy. Left for home bout 2 hours later because they had to head off to Zouk anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I didn't club. Totally abhor Wednesday clubbing now. Plus, am already sick of clubbing. Same old boring shit. Plus plus, was so tired that I slept in the bus and almost missed my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really glad to meet my darlings whom have "disappeared" to become nerdy freaks. We'll meet up again before either one of you leaves. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to be busy for the next month because I'll be working. Sigh. But it sure beats staying home doing nothing. At least, I'll be bringing in a bit of moolah. -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor MINE is sick, again. Tsk. Always don't want to take care of yourself. Drink more water I tell you ah. Or I will kidnap Hershey. Hmph! Still love you la! Hur. -imitates my favourite MSN emoticon- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`Spinning: Ying Yang Twins Ft. Wyclef Jean - Dangerous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Friends are for life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255056-2803643454341670018?l=abnegation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/feeds/2803643454341670018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255056&amp;postID=2803643454341670018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2803643454341670018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255056/posts/default/2803643454341670018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abnegation.blogspot.com/2007/07/darlings.html' title='Darlings'/><author><name>Drea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
