<?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-7116108796174015147</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:34:07.856-08:00</updated><category term='i miss singapore'/><category term='felt like time machine'/><category term='reality'/><category term='sweet and low'/><title type='text'>sixdecember</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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worse than sad is when he is nonchalant to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is another feeling which nothing can describe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i start to tell myself ... dont love him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-6330182128275982911?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/6330182128275982911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=6330182128275982911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/6330182128275982911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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matter how much i miss him&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how my heart breaks &lt;br /&gt;i lie there holding him close breathing him in&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how i may feel&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how hard i fight &lt;br /&gt;i may whisper those words and hope he'll say them back &lt;br /&gt;But he'll never love me back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-2762643191411832140?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/2762643191411832140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=2762643191411832140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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: fml :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-5391433297291024657?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/5391433297291024657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=5391433297291024657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/5391433297291024657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/5391433297291024657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Sixdecember</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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So here we go, a list of things, trends, and traits that most Singaporeans show only at clubs, that i have observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shiny happy people (okay so i stole a song title from REM, big deal). You know the sort. The crowd that hangs outside Zouk, blathering non-stop about inane topics which usually covers a wide range, from the hot new gym teacher to who slept with whom. Then one of them suddenly lets out a eardrum-busting, 200-decibel shriek. "AHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! IT'S (insert random name here)!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they start jumping up and down, jogging on the spot, and make semi-orgasmic/constipated squeals. Soon they surround said person and start air-kissing each other, with comments such as "oh my god darls, you look so damn HOT can!? Where did you get that top/skirt from?" so on and so forth. Cut the FUCKING crap girls, this isn't Gossip Girl. The male equivalent would usually be a loud and painfully prolonged "EH BRAAAAAADERRRRRRR!!! WHERE YOU BEEN MAAAAANNNNN?? (even though they probably just saw each other yesterday)" followed by macho bear hugs and back-slapping. I don't know WHY i get irritated by this kind of behaviour, but i just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact: the posher the club, the sillier the behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ugly door bitches. I mean, the door bitch is usually the face of the club. Some clubs i've been to, you couldn't tell the difference between the door bitch, and a real-life, honest-to-God female dog. I shit you not. And more often than not, ugly door bitch=ugly crowd. But i may be wrong on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rude bouncers. People pay money to have a good time alright. So stop looking like it's a fucking funeral instead of a kick-ass party. Some clubbers may inadvertedly break some of the club rules, for example entering from the back door, whatever. Tell them nicely instead of hauling the guy (or girl, yes i've seen this before personally) by the collar (or bra-strap haha) out of the club.&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated people sometimes think they can kick Mike Tyson's ass, and they dislike being manhandled. A little sensitivity on the bouncer's side can save alot of trouble and bad publicity. Worse still, at some clubs, take a swing at a bouncer, and before you know it, the whole crew comes down and rains hell on you, taking the word 'professionalism' to a new high, or maybe low. These people are suffering from a severe form of psychosis and should NOT, under any circumstances, be allowed contact with the general population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIP: You probably shouldn't try starting shit with a bouncer with teardrops tattooed under his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Girl-on-girl. So you're in the club, having a few drinks, relaxing, enjoying a night out with your friends. You spy a group of hot, nubile, SYTs giggling, laughing, throwing back a few tequila shots. The DJ drops a groovy, sexy track. The girls all shriek in delight. They proceed to dance. The next thing you know, all of them are huddled tightly in a circle, grabbing each other's asses (followed by more squeals of delight), doing some kind of awkward semi-provocative sexy dance, though it really looks more like they're humping a horse. They then proceed to manually exchange oral liquids among each other. They think they're driving the guys nuts, and they feel so 'empowered'. So they do it more. Worse still, when the guys start to ogle, some girls will actually go, "what the fuck are you looking at, loser?" Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWSFLASH BITCHES! Lesser men might go weak in the knees witnessing your contrived performance. But to seasoned clubbers, your faux-lesbian acts simply scream out, "LOOK AT US. WE ARE ATTENTION-SEEKING WHORES." These girls are usually the ones who'd start puking their guts out and need help walking by 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Exaggerated dancing. I'm not trying to be racist here okay, but most Chinese dudes i see, really can't dance to save their lives. (I'm half-Chinese, so i have a 50/50 survival rate). Sure, they start off humble at first. "No lah, i dunno how to dance one la..you all go ahead k, i look after the drinks." So leave them alone to look after the drinks, and what happens? He starts to drink by himself. Soon, this young man feels COMPELLED, COMPELLED to show everyone that he CAN dance. So he stands up and starts dancing. Unfortunately, it looks like a cross between an epileptic seizure, and a freshly-beheaded chicken. Well, you get an A for effort. Try SOFTER next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there are people out there who CAN dance. Yeah, they can do the whole 'pop lock and drop it' routine. These people have been blessed by God with extremely good body coordination. But the one thing that they do NOT have, is spatial orientation. They are perfectly oblivious that their funky-fresh liquid pops are knocking jugs off the bar counter, hitting people around them, and generally, making everyone who is within a 1-metre radius of said dancer, PISSED OFF. Do me a favour. STOP BEING A FUCKING SHOW-OFF. And take that bandanna off your head, you look silly. Which brings me to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: The 'Playas'. These people remind me of a song by T.I, 'Whatever You Like'. The chorus goes 'stacks on deck, Patron on ice, we be poppin' bottles all night, baby you can have whatever you like..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that they're poppin' bottles on Daddy's sup card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys really know how to dress up. Burberry shirts, Neighbourhood jeans, white sneakers, Porter card holder (playas don't use wallets, they use card holders), and the QUINTESSENTIAL GUCCI BELT. They are the ones that always keep people waiting for them outside the clubs. And when they finally arrive, their friends won't go like "eh nbcb you think you big fuck arh so long @#$%!!" NO! They'd go "HEY MAN, YOU'RE FINALLY HERE, WE COULDN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU MAN..." The playa, with his self-assured smile, grins a sheepish grin, and proceeds to lead his flock straight to the VIP entrance. He makes small talk with the door bitch, winks at the bouncer, and glides right in. He is surrounded by the most beautiful people around, and is the envy of all the lesser mortals in the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, deep down inside, his friends hate his guts. They are only there for the booze and the chicks. But Mr. Playa is too high up in his ivory tower to notice. Bottles finished, well let's get another! This is what i call a mutually beneficial relationship. The guys wanna drink, the playa wants to impress the chicks. Everyone goes home happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I gotta get myself one of those sup cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The army recruits. (touchy topic, but stilll....HEH.) I am a patriot. I love my country. And i fully appreciate the sacrifice that our young men, barely out of their teens, have to make. From Monday till Friday, they bleed and sweat, enduring verbal abuse and training hard to defend our way of life. They have every right to enjoy themselves when they book out for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT DO YOU ALL HAVE TO DRESS THE SAME? You know what i'm talking about okay. Polo tees, jeans, and running shoes. Some even wear the army-issue NBs. For fuck's sake, are you seriously expecting your sergeant to pop out of nowhere in front of you and go, "recruit, run 5 rounds around the parade square now. GO." ????! Isn't it bad enough that you all LOOK the same, shaven heads, spectacles and all, do you even have to wear the same shit!? Girls, have you noticed the way some of them look at you? There you are, all dressed up, made up and looking pretty, dancing the night away. In their minds, they have already fucked you twice and you're now giving them a blowjob for good measure. Do yourselves a favour dudes. Have a good wank or 10 before you head out to the clubs. But they're not all that bad though. I love the way they dance. Refer to the first half of point no.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.The 'Dawgs'. "Yo wassup Dawg? How ya doin' Dawg?" The hip-hop community must be the only group of people IN THE WORLD, that would not get offended when somebody calls them a mongrel. Fo shizzle?&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda 'ghetto' and stuff to talk like that, i mean, you fellas be keepin' it real right, lion-city style eh? But therein lies the most fatal contradiction. If you talk like that only when you're out with your 'homies', then you're just wearing a mask, you be not keepin' it real. But if you talk like that ALL THE TIME, then you're just outta your fuckin' mind. So, whatchu' be doin' bout it, DAWG? By the way, love the way you be rockin' them cubic zirconias bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough sarcasm. But seriously, i love the music as much as the next guy dressed up as Kanye next to me. But come on people. Why is it all about the threads you're wearing now, instead of the music? If you were REALLY, 'keepin' it real', then you'd be wearing hand-me-downs from your cousin, and not all that expensive shit. Hip hop is about the suffering and oppression of the black man down in the projects, NOT bitches and bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Mother Hen. Guys, you definitely know what i'm talking about. You've been eyeing this hot-as-hell babe for the better part of the night. After downing enough liquid courage, you approach her with trepidation. You walk up to her. You fumble with your words. She smiles, and her eyes glimmer with anticipation. You mumble a sheepish "hi...my name is.." but before you can finish your sentence, SOME FAT-ASS BOTTOM-OF-THE-BARGAIN-BARREL bitch appears before your eyes, ninja-style, and launches into a tirade of righteous fury. "WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY FRIEND? ARE YOU HER FRIEND? (to her friend) IS HE YOUR FRIEND? NO? THEN WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO HER? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "but...but...i was...i was just trying..to.."&lt;br /&gt;FB (fat bitch): "WHAT? TRYING TO WHAT? TRYING TO MAKE HER DRUNK IS IT? GET LOST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Hen then grabs Hot Girl by the hand and leads her away to the dark corner of the club where she crawled out from. After numerous such encounters, i have finally realised that Mother Hen does not actually mean what she says! I have finally broken the code. And i shall share it with you, dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE YOU-this is pretty straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO MY FRIEND-this actually means, why are you not talking to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU HER FRIEND-If you are, then you're gone as fuck. Mother Hen will ask Hot Girl to make introductions, then she'll stick to you the whole fucking night.&lt;br /&gt;IS HE YOUR FRIEND-If Hot Chick says no, then in the eyes of Mother Hen, you're fair game. Be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO HER-Simple. BECAUSE YOU'RE A FAT UGLY BITCH. NEED A MIRROR?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO-Trying to get into HER pants, dumb-ass, because I TRIED fucking someone like you before, but no matter how wide i tried to spread her legs, i couldn't see her pussy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Use this knowledge well, young grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a good laugh! CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER-If you are offended by any or all of the points i have mentioned,im truly sorry that i can't care less. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-1550628085909708143?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/1550628085909708143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=1550628085909708143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/1550628085909708143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/1550628085909708143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-you-see-in-singapore-club.html' title='Things you see in a Singapore club.'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-1719940249200096068</id><published>2009-04-06T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:21:14.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you hire me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Resimay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too hoom it Mae cunsern, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waunt to apply for the job what I saw in the paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can Type realee quik wit one finggar and do sum a counting.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am good on the phone and I do no I am a pepole person, Pepole really seam to respond to me well. Certain men and all the ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no my spelling is not to good but find that I offen get a job thru my persinalety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salerery is open so we can discus wat jou want to pay me and what you think that I am werth, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can start emeditely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advanse fore yore anser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopifuly yore best aplicant so farr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinseerly, &lt;br /&gt;BRYAN nickname Beefy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Because my resimay is a bit short - below is  pickture of me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SdmtOd7jAZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/b916DIOMmH8/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SdmtOd7jAZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/b916DIOMmH8/s200/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321474898779111826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employer's response:..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Beefy - I mean Bryan , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK honey, we got  SPELL CHECK!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-1719940249200096068?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/1719940249200096068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=1719940249200096068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/1719940249200096068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/1719940249200096068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-hire-me.html' title='Would you hire me?'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SdmtOd7jAZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/b916DIOMmH8/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-1822841098367280347</id><published>2009-03-22T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:07:03.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>So much anger trap inside my this freaking mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hate everything.. especially him and myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-1822841098367280347?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/1822841098367280347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=1822841098367280347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/1822841098367280347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/1822841098367280347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2009/03/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-3500231628024732101</id><published>2009-03-19T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:04:11.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Roulette</title><content type='html'>Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start&lt;br /&gt;And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder.....we girls are always at the losing end.. yet we are also those who could control the dicks of the guys..So? it wouldnt be a crime we're just naughty at times eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im already in my mid 20s... I already reached the peak of my womanhood.. some of my frens married with kids.. while others are still like me.. swinging between commitments and flings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually enjoying my life at this moment and really wish that youth would also be with me... but i understand this is not possible ... so i guess i make to make full use of what i have now =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Russian Roulette of life is really very exciting and after the day turn into night , when the stars starts to shine... is it the beginning of the nightlife of a sexilicous woman ? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will always be better than gays if we want! just my 2cents worth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-3500231628024732101?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-8420090779152452011</id><published>2009-03-10T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:13:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>只剩下鋼琴陪我站在這裡&lt;br /&gt;夢想中 屬于我們的婚禮&lt;br /&gt;卻成了 單人結婚進行曲&lt;br /&gt;在這場愛情角力的拔河裡&lt;br /&gt;愛我還是愛你&lt;br /&gt;你選择了自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;撒嬌的 可愛的&lt;br /&gt;迷人的 愛哭的&lt;br /&gt;照片裏 曾经的 都是你喜歡的&lt;br /&gt;如今我還在原地&lt;br /&gt;你卻走回你的記憶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你說我愛你太多&lt;br /&gt;就快要把你淹沒&lt;br /&gt;你害怕幸福&lt;br /&gt;短暫一秒就崩落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分開是一種解脫&lt;br /&gt;讓你好好的想過&lt;br /&gt;我想要的那片天空&lt;br /&gt;你是不是能夠給我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你說我給你太多&lt;br /&gt;卻不能給我什麼&lt;br /&gt;分不清激情承諾永恆或迷惑&lt;br /&gt;愛情是一道傷口&lt;br /&gt;我們各自苦痛&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我最後溫柔&lt;br /&gt;是因為我太愛你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHAH&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;esther ur pretty&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;oh u so lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW LAME OUR JER MI GUI IS?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-1165633768199401025?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/1165633768199401025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=1165633768199401025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I sibey lazy to blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd i went to Rihanna Concert... wah piang eh pay $200 end up .. OPENING 1st 5 mins her MIC SPOIL!!!! freak MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and WOW so many xiao mei mei i think they 14 only lor... and goodness they dance better than me...and wear until SO SEXY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old.... HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ok here are the pics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzi7GMf61I/AAAAAAAAAN8/t43Q3CykH6Y/s1600-h/SNC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzi7GMf61I/AAAAAAAAAN8/t43Q3CykH6Y/s200/SNC00170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268335169019833170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzj3Xew0WI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PdjSLoTJPfw/s1600-h/SNC00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzj3Xew0WI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PdjSLoTJPfw/s200/SNC00164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268336204451991906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjxFF-l3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WEV2ERQIGiQ/s1600-h/SNC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjxFF-l3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WEV2ERQIGiQ/s200/SNC00162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268336096436983666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjr_cPtYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bmDrcsKv2Po/s1600-h/SNC00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjr_cPtYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bmDrcsKv2Po/s200/SNC00156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268336009020421506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjjOA94NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/mm0OL4LgM1A/s1600-h/SNC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjjOA94NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/mm0OL4LgM1A/s200/SNC00153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268335858313715922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjcgbfF8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SM8dZivSGfY/s1600-h/SNC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjcgbfF8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/SM8dZivSGfY/s200/SNC00147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268335742997698498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjVxwv8-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/QQ9dK6iRutU/s1600-h/SNC00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjVxwv8-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/QQ9dK6iRutU/s200/SNC00144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268335627391202274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjNPMcXpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kwDq1_j-UZ8/s1600-h/SNC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzjNPMcXpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/kwDq1_j-UZ8/s200/SNC00142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268335480673164946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I brought a small coke and a box of pocky... it cost me $6...&lt;br /&gt;-_-"""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-7158714329532767275?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/7158714329532767275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=7158714329532767275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/7158714329532767275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/7158714329532767275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/11/concert_13.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SRzi7GMf61I/AAAAAAAAAN8/t43Q3CykH6Y/s72-c/SNC00170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-7379888398000122427</id><published>2008-11-13T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:28:50.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-7379888398000122427?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/7379888398000122427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=7379888398000122427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/7379888398000122427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/7379888398000122427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/11/concert.html' title='Concert'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-8992379772231833535</id><published>2008-11-11T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:19:22.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kübler-Ross</title><content type='html'>Kübler-Ross &lt;br /&gt;The stages are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial: &lt;br /&gt;Example - "I feel fine."; "This can't be happening, not to me!" &lt;br /&gt;Anger: &lt;br /&gt;Example - "Why me? It's not fair!" "NO! NO! How can you accept this!" &lt;br /&gt;Bargaining: &lt;br /&gt;Example - "Just let me live to see my children graduate."; "I'll do anything, can't you stretch it out? A few more years." &lt;br /&gt;Depression: &lt;br /&gt;Example - "I'm so sad, why bother with anything?"; "I'm going to die . . . What's the point?" &lt;br /&gt;Acceptance: &lt;br /&gt;Example - "It's going to be OK."; "I can't fight it, I may as well prepare for it." &lt;br /&gt;Kübler-Ross originally applied these stages to any form of catastrophic personal loss (job, income, freedom). This also includes the death of a loved one, divorce, drug addiction, or infertility. Kübler-Ross also claimed these steps do not necessarily come in the order noted above, nor are all steps experienced by all patients, though she stated a person will always experience at least two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others have noticed that any significant personal change can elicit these stages. For example, experienced criminal defense attorneys are aware that defendants who are facing stiff sentences, yet have no defenses or mitigating factors to lessen their sentences, often experience the stages. Accordingly, they must get to the acceptance stage before they are prepared to plead guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, the change in circumstances does not always have to be a negative one, just significant enough to cause a grief response to the loss (Scire, 2007). Accepting a new work position, for example, causes one to lose their routine, workplace friendships, familiar drive to work, or even customary lunch sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common factor is when the person doesn't have the capacity to change their situation, at least not without considerable loss to themselves, thus a person who would go through these stages would not need to continue if they found a way out of the situation: e.g., If a person losing their house was at the bargaining stage but then somehow found a way out of the situation, then they'd have no reason to become depressed. So the 'stages of grief' could be linked to a lack of control or ability, e.g., people who have lost limbs, people on the bad end of an ultimatum, people under threat, and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-8992379772231833535?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/8992379772231833535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=8992379772231833535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8992379772231833535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8992379772231833535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/11/kbler-ross.html' title='Kübler-Ross'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-8145459368934214877</id><published>2008-11-06T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:21:53.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to walk away is his way of handling....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this mean he dumped me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol??..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-8145459368934214877?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/8145459368934214877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=8145459368934214877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8145459368934214877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8145459368934214877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-walk-away-is-his-way-of-handling.html' title=''/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-6554703973916503658</id><published>2008-11-06T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:50:32.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflict the pain back to him</title><content type='html'>So many times we waited for the time bomb to explode…. Running away from the problem we faced because facing it doesn’t solve it...Dreams and hopes were once my strength to carry on, I am sick of hoping and dreaming… I still love him at this moment…Every time I just pretend that everything is ok...  but I got pissed... he doesn’t met any of my expectations anymore... why? I wasn’t that demanding in the past but now I demand so much from him? Why is this so? For the first year… I put my pride down and everything also just let him lead and win…but slowly he eats away my confidence and pride until I felt that I am worthless in this world.. I rebel … and I rebel so much that I hate him… why does he have to do such things to me? Did I ever say he is useless and no work, when everyone around me obviously think that he is useless? No I did not…. Did I ever  say his hair ugly? No I did not…… but why he need to put me down so much? He said it is a form of encouragement … wth?  Everything also he say is correct … he say pigs can fly also can ….. Encouragement can be given in so many ways but why he has to use the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;criticism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  .. This nostalgic feeling surged upwards, threatening to i&lt;strong&gt;nflict the pain &lt;/strong&gt;back to him ….He felt it.. definitely he is not happy with it… who will be? .. I am not happy when he did it to me…. Part of me, there is this tiny little light of hope, that prays he think likewise and changed. Then again,………A slap of reality.. &lt;br /&gt;I know he won’t………….. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-6554703973916503658?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/6554703973916503658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=6554703973916503658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/6554703973916503658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/6554703973916503658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/11/inflict-pain-back-to-him.html' title='Inflict the pain back to him'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-2949208631287141359</id><published>2008-11-05T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:50:05.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>周杰伦 - 说好的幸福呢</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QD_Vy-iNJS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QD_Vy-iNJS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;說好的幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;Shuo Hao De Xing Fu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的回話凌亂著 / 在這個時刻 / &lt;br /&gt;Ni de hui hua ling luan zhe / zai zhe ge shi ke /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想起噴泉旁的白鴿 / 甜蜜散落了 / &lt;br /&gt;wo xiang qi pen quan pang de bai ge / tian mi san luo le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情緒莫名德拉扯 / 我還愛你呢 / &lt;br /&gt;Qing xu mo ming de la che / Wo hai ai ni ne / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而你 斷斷續續 唱著歌 / 假裝沒事了 /&lt;br /&gt;er ni duan duan xu xu chang zhe ge / jia zhuang mei shi le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;時間 過了 / 走了 / 愛情面臨選擇 / &lt;br /&gt;Shi jian guo le / zhou le / ai qing mian lin xuan ze / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你冷了 / 倦了 / 我哭了 / &lt;br /&gt;ni leng le / juan le / wo ku le /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;離開時的不快樂 / 你用卡片手寫著 / &lt;br /&gt;Li kai shi de bu kuai le / ni yong ka pian shou xie zhe / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些愛只給到這 / 真的痛了 /&lt;br /&gt;you xie ai zhi gei dao zhe / zhen de tong le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎麼了 /  你累了 / 說好的 / 幸福呢 / &lt;br /&gt;Zen me le / ni lei le / shuo hao de / zing fu ne / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂了 / 不說了 / 愛淡了 / 夢遠了 /&lt;br /&gt;Wo dong le / bu shuo le / ai dan le / meng yuan le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;開心與不開心一一細數著/ 你再不捨 / &lt;br /&gt;Kai xin yu bu kai xin yi yi xi shu zhe / ni zai bu she / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些愛過的感覺都太深刻 / 我都還記得 /&lt;br /&gt;na xie ai guo de gan jue dou tai shen ke / wo dou hai ji de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不等了 / 說好的 / 幸福呢/ &lt;br /&gt;Ni bu deng le / shuo hao de / xing fu ne / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我錯了/ 淚乾了 / 放手了 / 後悔了/&lt;br /&gt;wo cuo le / lei gan le / fang shou le / hou hui le /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著要怎麼停呢? /&lt;br /&gt;zhi shi hui yi de yin yue he hai xuan zhuan zhe yao zen me ting ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎麼了 /  你累了 / 說好的 / 幸福呢 / &lt;br /&gt;Zen me le / ni lei le / shuo hao de / zing fu ne / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂了 / 不說了 / 愛淡了 / 夢遠了 / 我都還記得 / &lt;br /&gt;Wo dong le / bu shuo le / ai dan le / meng yuan le / wo dou hai ji de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不等了 / 說好的 / 幸福呢/ &lt;br /&gt;Ni bu deng le / shuo hao de / xing fu ne / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我錯了/ 淚乾了 / 放手了 / 後悔了/ &lt;br /&gt;wo cuo le / lei gan le fang shou le / hou hui le /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是回憶的音樂盒還旋轉著要怎麼停呢?/&lt;br /&gt;zhi shi hui yi de ying yue he hai xuan juan zhe yao zen me ting ne?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-2949208631287141359?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/2949208631287141359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=2949208631287141359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2949208631287141359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2949208631287141359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='周杰伦 - 说好的幸福呢'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-2655351633382825478</id><published>2008-11-02T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:00:27.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I found the reason which made me love him so much… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back .. I remembered me telling myself that the next r/s I have and I want it to be a proper and good r/s and I will put in all my best effort to work it out…. It is my own promise to myself that make me love him so much…..&lt;br /&gt;I did… I try and still putting my best effort with yuki..even to the extend of accepting things which I cannot accept…. I realize I wanted my r/s to work out so well that I put in so much of love to nuture it…&lt;br /&gt;With this reasons , I could have 2 options to choose.&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a huge setback after breaking up with yuki because… even if I try oso get hurt in the end… &lt;br /&gt;2. Focus on a new guy and try to nuture it again…. As my OWN r/s and as own achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed... i realize the more i love him... the more bad things happen.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed this r/s… I am not only not happy I am also disappointed …. Why my bf cannot provide me with the basic things like comfort? Trust? Or even Joy?&lt;br /&gt;All these have only myself to blame…. I am too demanding?? I think I am ….&lt;br /&gt;I put in so much.. I expect so much too…. But he cannot give me that much…..&lt;br /&gt;He cannot promise he will marry me… he cannot promise he wont fuck around … he cannot promise his love for me … his famous “ I love you so what?” has such a big impact on me… &lt;br /&gt;I cannot depend on him anymore… why am I still hanging on??&lt;br /&gt;Because I really want to have a proper and good r/s and HOPE to work things out …&lt;br /&gt;This HOPE is making my life so miserable….. because this hope is base on  NOTHING… just  hope with no reason no securities…. I hate to have hopes… so I always plan for the worse…. &lt;br /&gt;When I plan for the worse .. I really plan for the worse….. and he  cannot accept the things I do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to break free from this circle soon……. If we really break up.. I hope I recover fast…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-2655351633382825478?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/2655351633382825478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=2655351633382825478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2655351633382825478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2655351633382825478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-i-found-reason-which-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-2028140669517114086</id><published>2008-11-01T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:18:55.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save 200 bucks</title><content type='html'>I have saved $200..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know that my 6yrs ex bf has been bugging me for the "Unknown" M1 bills... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday 1st Nov was our agreement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smsed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: 02xxxxxxx POSB Saving , Transter le msg me&lt;br /&gt;ME: i only have UOB&lt;br /&gt;HIM: ok can 4xxxxxxxxx Uob Saving&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok later xfer, so as promised where is the verbal apology from your gf and you?&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Thot Agree after u transter than it will happen? Let me know when it is done &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i have to insert my speech here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah he really think i am dum? Who the hell will xfer $$ first?? If i xfer the $$ to him first .. he run liao lor.. i still wait for him to apologize meh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok . Is tat very sincere of you? If u want e money you and her say first&lt;br /&gt;( ok i know i sound abit childish wahahahahah )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Hilo tats wat we agree on. Its u who didnt agree to promise. And the sorry is i add for you 1 and u didnt suggest. so i dont see the reason i must say first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EH!! He really  roti prata EVERYTHING LOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1st of all the "YOU AND GF VERBAL Apologize to ESTHER" is ESTHER who suggest it de ok !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U all think la... do you think he and his gf will be SO nice to offer to say sorry to me?? anyone which BRAINS also will noe it is IMPOSSIBLE RIGHT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agreement was... HIM AND GF Verbal apologize to ME and i xfer.. OK!!! NB.. roti prata man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i said... : Very simple.. i can don want the sorry but u can kiss goodbye to the money =)now i am not obliged to xfer anything and i am kind enough to xfer once both of you apologize for those rude calls and threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Ok money i dont want thanks, i didnt give you and threats Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok no more demand any money from me, i wont entertain you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... few comments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all .. HIM BO LIAO LEH!! BUG ME SO LONG JUST for the money... now finally i want to give him the money ... he dont want liao =/ &lt;br /&gt;I am just asking for an apology because they DISTURB ME .. whats wrong with that?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine... dont want the money... oso fine for me... :P extra for me to spent !&lt;br /&gt;i just find it... BO LIAO.... he really did something wrong what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done to deserve scoldings and threats from him and his GF?&lt;br /&gt;now you want money... den apologize for it la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la.. i really nothing to say anymore.... it is just damn ridic lor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-2028140669517114086?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/2028140669517114086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=2028140669517114086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2028140669517114086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2028140669517114086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/11/save-200-bucks.html' title='Save 200 bucks'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-9162114552645354609</id><published>2008-10-30T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:41:10.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is something i saw on the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUA NEH BU HERE WE COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS TO BIG NEH NEH !!&lt;strong&gt; F CUP!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA it is damn funny can!!!!!!!can!!! can!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahha&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;F Cup Spree! &lt;br /&gt;F Cup Products!The Most Sizzling, Hottest Spree in Town!Bigger Boobs! Slimmer Body! Be the lime light of the night!Dump those A,B,C Cup bra away! Its time for F.... CUP!!!F Cup Cookie - Boobs Enhancing Cookies&lt;br /&gt;Comes in 2 Flavours* Plain (Soy Bean Flavour)* ChocolateComes in 2 sizes packages* 14 pieces - $28* 30 pieces - $40Capping at 20 items or more&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvVI_sMQI/AAAAAAAAANc/v0h0XV1M8gI/s1600-h/fcup_choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvVI_sMQI/AAAAAAAAANc/v0h0XV1M8gI/s200/fcup_choc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263141523518402818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Product Information: Japan's popular breast enhancing cookie (No need to undergo surgery!) F Cup Cookies promise to increase your cup size within 2 weks of consumption! Hot Selling product in Taiwan, Japan &amp; Singapore. It was sold over hundred thousands boxes of cookies in Japn. They are highly recommended by celebrities on Taiwan programmes such as 『我的美人計』, 『女人我最大』 and 『流行inHouse』. Not only does it help to increase your breast size but also help you to go on a diet at the same time. Simply eat 2 cookies a day &amp; drink plenty of water. It was make you feel full &amp; won't feel like snacking. Contains all natural ingredients &amp; its definitely safe to eat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvdPijM1I/AAAAAAAAANk/eDkzlvQaV20/s1600-h/fcup_plain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvdPijM1I/AAAAAAAAANk/eDkzlvQaV20/s200/fcup_plain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263141662714180434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients : Flour, chocolate, margarine, power of preparation soy milk, skim milk, liquid tofu, shortening, starch, dry albumen, powder of beans embryo, Pueraria Mirifica, swelling agent, emulsifier, spice, sweetening, colouring (annatoo, caroten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to enjoy: To get a nice body, just eat 2 cookies with plenty of water and bite slowly. F Cup cookie keeps your satisfaction for a long time because of absorption water from your body. If you are pregnant or nursing, you better not try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Notes : F cup cookies contain Puerara Mirificam, which is a plant of the pea family waste genus into which it grows at fallen leave woods in the red snapper country north, and Iso falvon derivative is included, and its content will be also approximately 4 0 times of the soybeans. Iso falvon derivative is also called (female hormone) has by one kind of falvonoid included in an embryo of soybeasn, vegetable estrogen. Therefore development of a mammary gland and increase of breast fat promptto eat, so its said that they can expect a bust rise. However, do not eat too much! It may happen to break female hormone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F Cup Peach Flavour Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Box (10 teabags) - S$26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capping at 30 items or more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slim Body F Cup! Bust Up and Diet at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Bust Up ] x [ Waist down] = The Double Growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvkJMY36I/AAAAAAAAANs/jFG097gwWSk/s1600-h/fcup_tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvkJMY36I/AAAAAAAAANs/jFG097gwWSk/s200/fcup_tea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263141781269700514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvtDnfBcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NJKQdj__iGU/s1600-h/fcup_tea_pop%5B07%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvtDnfBcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NJKQdj__iGU/s200/fcup_tea_pop%5B07%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263141934391559618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this F Cup Tea, your bust gets bigger and your waist gets smaller. You would feel it if you tried the F Cup Tea. You will like it because you will notice the change of your bust and waist every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peach smell of F Cup tea has an effect of the cure so you can relieve stress. It warms you inside and lead you to good sleep. After a busy day, you can spend the wonderful time enjoying the tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, "The next morning, you'll notice a difference in your make up."&lt;br /&gt;* Wow! The complexion is great!"&lt;br /&gt;* The strain and gloss on the skin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: Cane sugar, water solubility, dietary fiber (functional food or medicinal food), dextrin, hypocotyl powder of soybeans (Iso flavon containing soybeans), tea extract, pueraria mirifica, peach the fruit juice end (the concentrated fruit juice end), the western dandelion extract end, essence, caramel pigment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to drink:&lt;br /&gt;Drink it hot or cold. It taste just as nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a drink before going to bed. Your boobs will be as soft as peach.&lt;br /&gt;Drink one or two cup per day. Not suitable for women who are pregnant or nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ft7wUFsKCto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ft7wUFsKCto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-9162114552645354609?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/9162114552645354609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=9162114552645354609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/9162114552645354609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/9162114552645354609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-something-i-saw-on-net.html' title=''/><author><name>Sixdecember</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SQpvVI_sMQI/AAAAAAAAANc/v0h0XV1M8gI/s72-c/fcup_choc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-5929723823355162930</id><published>2008-10-30T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:16:35.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my boyfren who is always saying other gers HOT!&lt;br /&gt;I noe I am not HOT and SEXY and it is fucking pissing me off…&lt;br /&gt;HE SHOULD CHANGE A GF SOMEONE WHO COULD MEET HIS STANDARDS!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever do oso I sucks la &lt;br /&gt;I noe I fat and ugly la.. ccb he be with sumone who is HOT and he likes and proud of… fucker… &lt;br /&gt;Althou he say I have something he likes SO WHAT? It doesn’t mean ANYTHING BECAUSE HE EVERYDAY OSO SAY OTHER GERS ARE HOT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN ANYONE UNDERSTAND MY ANGER? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BET ANY GERS CAN.. FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-5929723823355162930?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/5929723823355162930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=5929723823355162930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/5929723823355162930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/5929723823355162930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-my-boyfren-who-is-always-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-2603673761826616012</id><published>2008-10-22T01:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:20:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Powter</title><content type='html'>This is what i call music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kind of music i like ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApTfaFyut2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ApTfaFyut2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-2603673761826616012?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/2603673761826616012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=2603673761826616012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2603673761826616012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2603673761826616012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/10/daniel-powter.html' title='Daniel Powter'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-7017264311361002973</id><published>2008-10-21T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:14:41.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back on the road i tot i left years ago</title><content type='html'>it has been a long time since i went into deep tots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was in yuki's car listening to music....&lt;br /&gt;lots of tots went thru my mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled...... about 2 years back... when i re-step into the world od singlehood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so painful and slow.... i remembered how friends were there to help me and i realised that they couldnt help me.. i need to help myself to recover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the nites, spent in tears and hope and anger and hurt.....&lt;br /&gt;i remember the days of sorrows and lost ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the sadness... i remembered the fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear of loneliness... the fear of unsuspecting attacks of love....&lt;br /&gt;the fear of lies from those guys who want to hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this road of recovery was never easy.... til now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after i met yuki and with him for about more that 1 year .. i learnt to be strong for myself......&lt;br /&gt;no sense of security but because of the love for him.... i stand firm and be strong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thru out the time i am attached to yuki... road has never been smooth...&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i tot... if i am no longer with him.. &lt;br /&gt;am i prepare to go back to the route i left 1 year ago??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7116108796174015147.post-1546718615592752623</id><published>2008-10-21T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:24:14.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banyan tree</title><content type='html'>While at work.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOLED at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Teacher:   How come you do not comb your hair? &lt;br /&gt;Ah Kow:   No comb, Sir.&lt;br /&gt; Teacher:   Use your dad's then. &lt;br /&gt;Ah Kow:   No hair, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no .. i am going to bintan banyan tree for my next working trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to stay at Seafront villa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not choose villa on the rock althou it is more expensive because i think it doesnt have a far view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafront is on the cliff so i guess i get to look farer hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my room has........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Private open-air jet pool on wooden deck &lt;br /&gt;Ensuite bathroom with sunken bathtub &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor dining area &lt;br /&gt;Colour TV and video player &lt;br /&gt;DVD/ VCD/ CD player &lt;br /&gt;Air-conditioning &lt;br /&gt;In-villa safe &lt;br /&gt;Coffee &amp; tea maker &lt;br /&gt;Hairdryer &lt;br /&gt;Bathrobes &lt;br /&gt;IDD telephone &lt;br /&gt;Dressing area &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let me post some pictures  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SP6OWOGbiDI/AAAAAAAAANE/MQulqAO306M/s1600-h/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SP6OWOGbiDI/AAAAAAAAANE/MQulqAO306M/s200/b1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259797927208650802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villa on the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SP6OiAS_HfI/AAAAAAAAANM/hm2vTtHaNhk/s1600-h/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SP6OiAS_HfI/AAAAAAAAANM/hm2vTtHaNhk/s200/b2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259798129661648370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner of the legend.... which i am organizing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SP6OsCirqxI/AAAAAAAAANU/AKaB6P6NAgU/s1600-h/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SP6OsCirqxI/AAAAAAAAANU/AKaB6P6NAgU/s200/b3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259798302063045394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture of how my room looks like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-1546718615592752623?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/1546718615592752623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=1546718615592752623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/1546718615592752623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/1546718615592752623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/10/banyan-tree.html' title='Banyan tree'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SP6OWOGbiDI/AAAAAAAAANE/MQulqAO306M/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-2695206003747635355</id><published>2008-10-17T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:23:44.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless bitch RYBINA</title><content type='html'>Finally it is 5pm Friday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO GO HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok before i go home... i need to update on somethings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shameless bitch ( my 6 years ex current gf ) called me last weekend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Story :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using my Ex de line ( Mobile phone ) &lt;br /&gt;We broke off more than 6 mths and i am still using it and paying it every month WITHOUT asking for bill ( He will sms me the amount and i will just pay either by cash or card ....)&lt;br /&gt;I always ask him to go transfer ownership to my name but he ALWAYS no time to meet me..and delay and delay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly 1 day my line was cut and i found out because he owe M1 $3k for his line.. ( He has 2-3 lines under his IC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was force to take up a new plan and so troublesome lor.... i have to inform all my frens my number etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den.... another 6 mths later ( which means we broke off 1 year liaoz )&lt;br /&gt;HE call me to pay him $$&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i owe him any $ so i refuse to pay anyway i did pay off liaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he starts to threaten me !!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;but of coz it was of no use.... i wasnt abit shaken.. HAHAH &lt;br /&gt;but i agreed to pay $200 because i PITY HIM... why did he landed into such state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so over a few mths... i hear no news.. i just act blur.. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he call me and say he wan the $$ ( Wrong timing dude )&lt;br /&gt;I say i got $$ i will pay and i will pay when i am comfortable.....&lt;br /&gt;(WAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;so he no choice have to take it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here is the funny part &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS CURRENT GF CALL ME !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN U BELIEVE SHE IS SO SHAMELESS TO CALL ME TO BEG FOR $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. she didnt beg wahha she ACT ah lian .....&lt;br /&gt;of coz.. by calling me right .. is a good chance for me to make her more angry and wahahhahaha YES!! she gone &lt;strong&gt;berserk&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is our conversation&lt;br /&gt;Bitch : Esther&lt;br /&gt;me : Yes , who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch : XXX' gf EH WHAT DO U MEAN BY YOU HAPPY THAN PAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me : KuP phone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch calls back&lt;br /&gt;Me: hello??&lt;br /&gt;Bitch : why u kup my phone&lt;br /&gt;Me: I tot siao charbo call me?? so i KUP lor..&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: WAH U BETTER PAY HOR!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: this is none of ur business is between me and XXX&lt;br /&gt;bitch : This is after you and him break liao OK!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: So??? Still between us wat.. u KPO fo wat..&lt;br /&gt;Bitch:&amp;^(^!^@)!@)&amp;!&amp; ( i dunno wat she toking la i was laffing liaoz)&lt;br /&gt;me:If u are calling me to beg for $$ , please do it in a more polite manner&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: I TALK IS LIKE TAT WAN!&lt;br /&gt;me: too bad for u... you can kiss goodbye to he money&lt;br /&gt;BITCH: U believe I GO UR HSE ANOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUP* ( i suspect phone was snatch by my ex and he hangs the phone because he noes tat i will make the bitch berserk HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my ex called and apologize for her.... but i told him.. &lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to pay coz i pity you... but now !! i dun feel like paying because of what she has done...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex gone berserk&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i PITY HIM ... i really do... because after he broke off with me... he landed into such state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give him the $$ because i dun wan him and his gf every mth arh.. wahahh call me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seriously dunno where she stands ... and never think b4 she calls me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ok .. end of story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-2695206003747635355?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/2695206003747635355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=2695206003747635355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2695206003747635355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2695206003747635355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-it-is-5pm-friday.html' title='Shameless bitch RYBINA'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-2204240818983170788</id><published>2008-10-13T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:46:20.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jer and me</title><content type='html'>Hokay... below is the conversation i had with jer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah i think both of us damn evil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;i post comment at HER PM&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i did also lol&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;but she dare not liao la&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;knn so yaya..her solemnization we go there tell her hubby den she noe&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;u go ursel man&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;u eat full no sai put ah&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;no la if she wan play&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun get it&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;den play lidat she sure at losing end&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;imagine&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;tell her hubby wat&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;she beg ryan back?&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;durin tat time den go there tell him&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;cheaet while wif him&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;just print screen email her hubby lor&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;tt is evil&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;den warn him "hope u not so suay to tio from her again"&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;ya la&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;she gold digger leh&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;must add this&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;den we were saying she dare den post in her blog lo&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;in fact she dare not&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;but she having gd pay now lo&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;so what...&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;good pay dont meant she not gold digger&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;dun need dig so dig&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;deep*&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha she greedy de la&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet if got 1 guy can buy her a car..&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;she straight away dump eric OH&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;itchy also&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;2 den can satisfy&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;or more&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;tat 1 i duno liao&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;kns scally she cant drive..buy her car also no use&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe she gold digger leh&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;mayb shld post in von's blog&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;since she always see&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;already did... i ask von to post about gold digger&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;i go post.. mayb we shld juz check out her blog n see wares her solemnization..den we can go tell eric how "EXPENSIVE" she is&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;act pure end up is toilet O.o&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;haha wat u do? leave a comment thee?&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;sperm toilet??&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;leave for her to see lo&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;sian leh&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;   dun need put sperm la -.-&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;juz toilet will do&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;go in pee n go&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;tats all&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyah wanna crude den be most crude&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;she really irritates me..&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;muz leave abit of YU DI&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;n MIAN ZI&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;slowly torture&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;so fast finish nothing to play wad&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;u diam evil&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;den keep repeating&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;ware got shuang&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah u damn evil&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;no XIN XIAN GAN&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;U die.. i will post this chat in my blog&lt;br /&gt;Ster ('.') says:&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt she dare liao&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;post also lidat -.-&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;she dare come say me wad sia&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;say i kpo meh&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;i admit i m lo lol&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;she admit shes cheap lo&lt;br /&gt;           »-·= [ Jεr ] -·=»              says:&lt;br /&gt;easy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ... our bitching sessions ends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-2204240818983170788?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/2204240818983170788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=2204240818983170788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2204240818983170788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/2204240818983170788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/10/jer-and-me.html' title='Jer and me'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-8463756561199601374</id><published>2008-10-10T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:39:24.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>he has a habit of magnifying shits... while i need a compass in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or isit... the other way round???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so boring and sian...why wannt make it worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to maldives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so random.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story to share from my ai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After serious consideration and discussion with hubby, I’ve decided to write this entry regarding hubby’s ex girlfriend, SH**NA NE*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back I was browsing at who viewed my multiply site and I saw this name AMAZ**GJ**RNEY who came to view me 2 weeks ago. I thought who was that as the name seems rather fresh and when I clicked it, it was HER. That was a newly create site and it was such a ‘COINCIDENCE’ that SHE also used multiply as HER blog when there are so many others like Xanga, Wretch, Blogspot, Wordpress and so on. Maybe multiply is really good and USER FRIENDLY. Right ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided to leave a comment at HER site and this is what I wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought who is this amaz**gj**rney who viewed my multiply and when i clicked it, it was u. What a surprise. Since you’ve sent me a SMILE on Friendster the last time, therefore I think I should leave a comment for you this time round. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks very much for viewing my multiply site and i wish to congrats u as from your multiply, I see that you'll be getting married soon. May u be as blissful as me.... oh... hope you'll be better off so that you'll have no regrets for what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I shall start my story now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I were together on 2nd sept 06 and after a few days we were together, SHE sent him 2 message on Friendster. Too bad hubby deleted his Friendster account. If not I can cut and paste the whole message here for you all to see. I don’t really remember exactly what SHE wrote but the 1st message was something like that –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, seems like you have a new girlfriend now. If you don’t dare to admit that She, ‘VON’ is your girlfriend. Then I shall just assume it.. Please be fair to me and her. Tell me the truth as im feeling very miserable as im still trying hard for you. Thank you for treating me so good for the past 4 years. If she is really your girlfriend, then I WILL NOT CONTACT YOU AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby told me that he feels that there is NO need for HER to know that we were together. Therefore he did not mention or clarify with HER about things regarding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd message was sent not long after the 1st. But the 2nd one was a very angry message. I can still remember the subject of the message. It says : RY** IS DEAD AND SH**NA IS OVER and the content is - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not talk to me if you are so busy with your things and we have to stop half the conversation !! I really hate you a lot a lot !! Since you did not update me your new phone number, I don’t think there’s a need to update u mine as well !! Do not ask about Girl Girl (their pet rabbit) anymore as I don’t tink she is related to you any more !! I started to hate you a lot a lot ever since that day you chased me out of your room. Life for me have to go on. FORGET ABOUT CALLING ME if you see me on the streets as the SH**NA you know is already not the same and the RY** I know is dead. I do not wish to put you in my memories and let’s treat is as we were never together before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate you a lot a lot !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since hubby did not update HER his new number, it is very obvious that hubby doesn’t want to contact HER. So.. Who cares about SHE not updating him HER new number ?? Another thing…. SHE was being chased out. It is so humiliating but still... SHE doesn’t give up. Later you will see why….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these 2 messages, I asked hubby if SHE did contact him in any other form. Hubby said yes. MSN. Whenever he log in, SHE will message him asking him how is he and so on. And recently(at that point of time), don’t know where the hell SHE went to HUNT for hubby’s number and after getting his number painstakingly, of cos SHE will sms him. SHE sms hubby asking him how is he. Hubby replied who is that. SHE replied its HER. Hubby then asked HER how SHE get his number and that was it. I don’t know if SHE replied but that was the last sms hubby sent HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain why did I use the word HUNT. When hubby changed a new number, hubby did not update HER as what was mention in the 2nd message. Hubby also WARNED his friends NOT TO give HER his number if SHE ever calls them and asked for it. Not even his family has his new number until much later. But SHE can be so thick skin and persistent by going to his friends asking for his number DESPERATELY when it is freaking obvious that hubby doesn’t want HER to have his new number. Who has the thickest skin on earth ? Not elephant, not crocodile but SH**NA. BOO HOO !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again. I’m amazed by HER NEVER SAY DIE ATTITUDE. So, let’s give 3 cheers to MISS SH**NA. Hip hip hurray !! Hip hip hurray !! Hip hip hurray !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the 3rd message. That was just a birthday message to hubby, wishing him happy birthday and SHE wish him success in everything he does. Now. Don’t you think that SHE has a split personality ?? In the 2nd message SHE was so angry and agitated that SHE kept saying SHE hates him a lot and wants nothing to do with him again and yet SHE is wishing him happy birthday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, I got farking pissed off. You tell me. If you were me, will u be pissed ? What’s all this messages, hunting for his number and sms when SHE says ‘if she is really your girlfriend, I WILL NOT CONTACT YOU ANYMORE.’ Isn’t it obvious that we were together ?? SHE seems so confident and determine that SHE WILL NOT CONTACT hubby anymore but yet end of the day ?? Who is bugging who ?? If you can keep your words, then don’t say things so early !! End of the day you are just eating your words, you farking don’t practice what you preach and makes me feel that you are just talking cock and it shows what a person you are !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the smsing incident, I don’t know why SHE feels that we quarrel over HER and when hubby log in to msn, SHE kept asking if we were ok and APOLOGISED for making us quarrel. Hey. Please don’t be such a fako can ? After what you’ve done then you come and say sorry. For what fark ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I decided that enough is enough. I’m going to delete HER from hubby’s Friendster and block HER from his msn. Let me clarify that before I do anything, I did ask hubby how he feels about. He feels that it’s perfectly fine for me to do all these because it doesn’t make a difference to him if SHE is in his network a not. That is why I went ahead with it. If you think that of course he will say ok if not i will be kicking a fuss but sorry. You are wrong. At that time, i did tell hubby that since we just started not long, if he wants to go back to HER. i'm ok with it. Just tell me and i will leave. But hubby assured me that even if he's not with me, HE WILL NOT TAKE HER BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I did post a shout out in my Friendster. The message is for HER. It says –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t think too highly of yourself. Why would I be so stupid to quarrel with him over YOU, this UNWORTY B****. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I’ve done(deleting HER and etc) pissed HER off because SHE also posted something on HER shout out. It says –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate girls who are childish. CHEERS !! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh… Let’s see who’s talking now !!! Who is the childish one who don’t understand that what’s over is over. SHE is already a PAST TENSE but yet SHE still can’t get over it. You had all these coming because of WHAT YOU HAVE DONE b**** !! You deserve it !! Though SHE did all these shit to me but still I have got no wish to blog about what SHE’VE done as I STILL WANA SAVE SOME FACE FOR HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a new reply regarding this childish accusation. I don’t remember exactly what I wrote but it’s something like this - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who’s talking. Who is the childish one when YOU are the one who don’t understand that what’s over is over. J &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I received a SMILE on Friendster from our DEAR SH**NA !! Oh my god !! So trilled to receive a SMILE from HER !!! What is the purpose of that smile ? It’s because SHE posted a new reply and SHE wants me to see it. What is HER reply ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate girls who think so highly of themselves. CHEERS !! J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time. PEACE LOVER VON is sick of all these cat fights as she feels that there is no point wasting time doing because of a CHILDISH person but who calls others CHILDISH. And end of the day, everything is still going to be back to square !! SHE WILL STILL BE THE PAST TENSE while I’M THE FUTURE. Therefore, I decide to write a last reply. I remember exactly what I wrote – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the ability, just take him away from me. If not, stop doing all these things to make yourself look DESPERATE. No sorry, not look, in fact, YOU ARE. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE did not reply anymore. I think end of the day SHE finally accepted the fact that everything is over and SHE knows that no matter what SHE does, nothing is going to change the reality. Therefore SHE choose to retreat. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those around us all know that something had happen between me and HER due to the shout out. All asked me to ignore HER as SHE is just seeking attention. I know… I know…. That is why I decide on the last reply……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all these, SHE has also done the following – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Add hubby’s close guy friends on Friendster. Btw, his friends were on my list because they were actually my customer in a pub which im working at. So that time before I got together with hubby we just random add each other lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite sure that SHE is the one who added them as according to what I know, sad to say NONE of hubby’s friends like HER and after knowing what SHE did, the more they were not likely to take initiative to add HER. Same as for HER, SHE doesn’t like his friends as well. So what’s the point of adding them only when you all have already broke up and when he is not related to you anymore. I mean, when you were with him, you refused to build a good relationship with his friends and why do you want or try to do it after everything is over ?? Doesn’t make sense right ?? Anyway… Just FYI, some of them don’t even know who you are and yet you try to act as if you were close to them. Shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) According to one of hubby’s friend W. They seldom chat on msn. But 1 day our DEAR SH**NA message W out of the blue asking how is she and SHE told W that SHE has got a new boyfriend and he treats HER very well. Uh huh… So… What message are you trying to convey ?? That you have no regrets for what you’ve done as even without RY**, you are still as happy or maybe happier and better off than before ? For god’s sake. There’s no need to tell others how blissful you are. People have eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I admit that I view HER Friendster in the past and it was actually a public viewable profile while mine is a private profile. I mean, all along I set private. Of cos there are a few times when I set them public as since SHE wants to see it so much, then just let HER see lor. After SHE’VE seen it, I’ll change it back to private. How I confirm that SHE came to view me ? Through the ‘Who view me’ la stupid. But after sometime, SOMEBODY also change HER profile to private. Tsk Tsk Tsk……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on and off we will view each other's profile but all private. I must say that SHE did not come and view me as often as before because ‘COINCIDENTLY’ SHE came to multiply as well. There are more things to view here… So… Maybe that explains why…. And i wonder if i moved to elsewhere... Will i see HER there too ??  Nah... I think too much.. All these are 'COINCIDENCE' man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the comments that I left on HER site, whether SHE reply a not, I will not make any further comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe that I’ve spent freaking 4 hours on the blog entry. Actually only 2hours lor. But when I was about to save the 1st entry, I don’t know is the website or my internet hang and there goes my blog entry. So I have to retype and it means I spend a good 4 hours on this entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think this is not as good as the 1st one when I was writing the 1st one, everything just came naturally to my mind and I just blog it. For this entry, it’s sort of like a ‘copy’ entry. So I think I left out some of the things I wanted to say. But it’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite. Shall stop here. CHEERS !!! Muahaha !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohoooo.... bitch war??? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i am really so random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-8463756561199601374?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/8463756561199601374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=8463756561199601374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8463756561199601374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8463756561199601374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/10/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-8551029831258954257</id><published>2008-10-02T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:09:08.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onigiri Film</title><content type='html'>I am bored... and this is sumthing funny.. related to my skin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onigiri Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hSfkcCdcxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hSfkcCdcxU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-8551029831258954257?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/8551029831258954257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=8551029831258954257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8551029831258954257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8551029831258954257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/10/onigiri-film.html' title='Onigiri Film'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-3439573230517501359</id><published>2008-09-29T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:14:12.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Omnia</title><content type='html'>Yeppy &lt;br /&gt;Finally i brought my new Phone &lt;br /&gt;Omnia !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black colour 8gb de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanna buy white 16gb de... den i think think think.. i scare 16 gb later will lag.... and i oso dun need so much Gb... and white colour will turn yellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so end up i buy black 8gb de lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-3439573230517501359?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/3439573230517501359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=3439573230517501359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/3439573230517501359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/3439573230517501359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-omnia.html' title='My Omnia'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-2270320468490391862</id><published>2008-09-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:55:57.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felt like time machine'/><title type='text'>Vietnam Trip</title><content type='html'>Woo It has been really a long long time since i have blog..&lt;br /&gt;i have been really busy with alot of things.. exams coming up soon =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are the pictures for my Vietnam Event ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBOz2iz5pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LbGrLDOZBYk/s1600-h/P1040035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBOz2iz5pI/AAAAAAAAAIk/LbGrLDOZBYk/s200/P1040035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251283818235815570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the menu =)~&lt;br /&gt;Ok la not that nice hahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBPYd8YlKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UNnMbgg1tpg/s1600-h/P1030772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBPYd8YlKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UNnMbgg1tpg/s200/P1030772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251284447287350434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... i calefare hahah i at the back handle the awards... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBPpakfUfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i97BgIk17Rk/s1600-h/P1030842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBPpakfUfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/i97BgIk17Rk/s200/P1030842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251284738439598578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the stage hahaha Ok la.. the agency SUCKS... it is really lousy and i will never use them again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBQBl_RFqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RVbeYk_I-2o/s1600-h/P1030893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBQBl_RFqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RVbeYk_I-2o/s200/P1030893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285153821562530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band not bad la... they play alot of classical music haha.. but i think no ppl cares about them coz everyone is eating and talking haha =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBQURTRdVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ljwHhNyPt2M/s1600-h/P1030912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBQURTRdVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ljwHhNyPt2M/s200/P1030912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285474685842770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh coz not forgetting the VIETNAM IDOL..&lt;br /&gt;ok la althou she lost to Singapore Idol but i think that she sings well...Only her eyes abit small &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBQrwKspbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/34Hr1GFn9ho/s1600-h/P1030938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBQrwKspbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/34Hr1GFn9ho/s200/P1030938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285878108366258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team i with...&lt;br /&gt;Evil lurkers among..........&lt;br /&gt;=x =x =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBRIPQeNUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rehiOBWIGww/s1600-h/P1030949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SOBRIPQeNUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rehiOBWIGww/s200/P1030949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251286367490422082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle ang-mo ish my favourite guy in my office hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-2270320468490391862?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' 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type='text'>bORED</title><content type='html'>1) Where is the person you want most?&lt;br /&gt;~ I wan Cai shen ye.... tio toto 1st prize please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where will you be 2 hours from now?&lt;br /&gt;~ Office la......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Did your last kiss mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yea... it meant hope. hopefully future will be better ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Does your ex miss you?&lt;br /&gt;~ Hm.. i dont think so ba.. he already got new gf liao .. GUYS where will remember ex 1 hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes of coz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Can you make yourself sneeze?&lt;br /&gt;~ Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;~ Its a saturday !! i wanna eat waruku.... i wanna eat subway.... i wanna go clubbing... hahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Are you easily confused?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yea... coz i blur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you think you would make a good boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;~ This depends on my mood.. if i good mood i will be.. if i bad mood i can be the worse gf u ever have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Where were you at 9am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;~ CTE taxi.. raining.... vv cold... not enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;~ Maybe last time ba... but those isnt counted as love........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;~YuP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What does your last text message read?&lt;br /&gt;~ Jiemigui : LOl..ass....so ur ok hor? den i confrim with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ typing of keyboard sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) How has the week been?&lt;br /&gt;~ Hectic tiring... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Is there something you wish you could tell someone but can't?&lt;br /&gt;~ yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;~ yea yea of coz hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Does the last person you shared a bed with mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;~ yea......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;~  yes !!!!!!! hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;24) Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;~ no i wont forgive... coz if i forgive.. i will forget.. den will kana again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never forgive  ppl !! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-7116108796174015147.post-7863862975404953924</id><published>2008-09-02T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:31:22.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>I am confuse...but i know i still love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my work.. i am super stress....... not enough sleep everyday .. exams coming.... and event oso coming... i am going crazy...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i super not use to this job.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-7863862975404953924?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/7863862975404953924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SKe47XT7qRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u9h0aiILd38/s1600-h/A-1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SKe47XT7qRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u9h0aiILd38/s200/A-1429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235356421850900754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid face ! tadaa....yea as always being label as stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-4444971237508861615?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/4444971237508861615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-483987040770195762</id><published>2008-08-13T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:16:46.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see Dumb ppl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SKKIk8mKhNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mj4nAmNkrzY/s1600-h/iseedumbpeopleig0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SKKIk8mKhNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mj4nAmNkrzY/s200/iseedumbpeopleig0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233895885280806098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-483987040770195762?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SKKIk8mKhNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mj4nAmNkrzY/s72-c/iseedumbpeopleig0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-1939141404527744516</id><published>2008-08-10T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:00:43.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my dandelion's promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SJ_GlJ8yRtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mxt83cyYqVI/s1600-h/forget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SJ_GlJ8yRtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mxt83cyYqVI/s200/forget.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233119633656137426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我心碎..一些应该体贴的感觉你没给,你不了解..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而..我最后才了解....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my dandelion's promise&lt;div 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promise'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_EhRJMdfeI/SJ_GlJ8yRtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mxt83cyYqVI/s72-c/forget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-338251703799399295</id><published>2008-08-09T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:25:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my life &lt;br /&gt;i hate my r/s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sick and tired of his rubbish.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-338251703799399295?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116108796174015147.post-7711594479198516110</id><published>2008-07-31T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:35:40.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making a choice</title><content type='html'>i always wanted to be the understanding person... but it seems no point now...&lt;br /&gt;why is it always me trying to be understanding and giving in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired of all theses...... he always think he is correct .. and NEVER he has admited his wrongdoings and attitudue... either he blames on me  by saying "You were the one who started it/trigger all theses" but for GOD sake.. why dont he say he was the one who trigger all my actions... OR he will just blame it on the sitution and not his fault.... fucked up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really tried to be understanding and such... alot sometimes i know i very demanding... but i am a girl and i think i HAVE the right to do it.... dont i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont i deserve someone who will pamper me and love me??? he always says i deserve someone better , since he dont want to be &lt;strong&gt;the someone &lt;/strong&gt;better than forget it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his "take it or leave it" attitude is making me more sick and tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving it............. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-7711594479198516110?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/7711594479198516110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=7711594479198516110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/7711594479198516110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/7711594479198516110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/07/making-choice.html' title='making a choice'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-7054318507373549933</id><published>2008-07-23T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:50:02.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School days</title><content type='html'>just started sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like my accounting class... zzz sucks and sucks more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot POBM was sucky... but accounting sucks even more.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saddist me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this 1 year.. faster finish ba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-7054318507373549933?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/7054318507373549933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=7054318507373549933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/7054318507373549933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/7054318507373549933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-days.html' title='School days'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-3061567567558964864</id><published>2008-07-22T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:13:26.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>Ai give de link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them. &lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success. &lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. &lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-3061567567558964864?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/3061567567558964864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=3061567567558964864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/3061567567558964864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/3061567567558964864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-6139142979308015538</id><published>2008-06-25T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T04:06:08.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet and low'/><title type='text'>爱与希望</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oj8qeJfIso"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oj8qeJfIso" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/9262446/music/G_LBTlOH/ina_i_wanted_you_full_cd_version/"&gt;I Wanted You (FULL CD Version) - Ina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... after a hard day at work. finally im at ease ...&lt;br /&gt;Wee.... Our 1st birthday is coming ... hearts.... bintan? Batam? no idea.... jus hope something ba....sometimes i want to tell him some things but i couldnt.. but i also dont know what i want to tell him....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. a part of me sings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking about what I can do&lt;br /&gt;I've been stressing to fall back in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I couldn't follow through&lt;br /&gt;But I can't go on this way. I've got to stop it babe&lt;br /&gt;You've been wonderful in all that you can be&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when you say that you understand me&lt;br /&gt;So believe me. I, I am sorry, I, I am sorry, I, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be there when I fall&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to see me through it all&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be the one I lvoed&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to hold me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to show me what I need&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know just how down deep&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pushing hard to open up the door&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take us back to where we were before&lt;br /&gt;But I'm done. I just can't do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz we can't be mended, so let's stop pretending now&lt;br /&gt;We've been walking around in circles for some time&lt;br /&gt;And I think we should head for the finish line&lt;br /&gt;So believe me. I, I am sorry, I, I am sorry, I, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be there when I fall&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to see me through it all&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be the one I lvoed&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to hold me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to show me what I need&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know just how down deep&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I.. I'm so sorry baby&lt;br /&gt;But I, I.. I gotta pack up and leave&lt;br /&gt;But I, I'll always remember how we came close&lt;br /&gt;..to being how I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you baby&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be there when I fall&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to see me through it all&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be the one I lvoed&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to hold me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to show me what I need&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know just how down deep&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you, I wanted you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-6139142979308015538?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/6139142979308015538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=6139142979308015538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/6139142979308015538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/6139142979308015538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='爱与希望'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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-7116108796174015147.post-8392772951610625039</id><published>2008-06-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:53:01.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>looks catches the eyes, but personality captures the heart..</title><content type='html'>looks catches the eyes, but personality captures the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true is this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one phrase is definitely true is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Man is thrifty when he buys a cheap shirt for himself BUT a man is STINGY when he buys a cheap shirt for his wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116108796174015147-8392772951610625039?l=sixdecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/feeds/8392772951610625039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116108796174015147&amp;postID=8392772951610625039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8392772951610625039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116108796174015147/posts/default/8392772951610625039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdecember.blogspot.com/2008/06/looks-catches-eyes-but-personality.html' title='looks catches the eyes, but personality captures the heart..'/><author><name>Sixdecember</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>
