<?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-7232060</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:03:01.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hullabaloo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-109729967084630779</id><published>2004-10-08T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:33:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet aftertaste</title><content type='html'>Events that happen not too long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at windows was surprising good for the first time. I have a protector there. *Laughs* Oh, revenge never tasted so sweet. Prada and I have finally punished the oh- so-lazy-bones-slit eyes- touchy feely colleague, Jimmie and finally he tasted his sweet medicine. Anyhow, I definitely do not have a strong predilection for him. Zilch. Nada. Void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been tolerating his nonsense for the longest time and now is the time for me to make a stand so I told him off and Prada threw a couple of table cloths on the dinning table and it made a loud thud. Then only the lazy worm started bulging. We are talking about this guy that does not clear the tables, does not place the dinner setings, goes for frequent long smoke breaks and the guy that makes me carry the whole rack of glasses. Well, the list is endless. If i write on i might grow a beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is my conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmie: Here go get the drinks&lt;br /&gt; Me: *appall look* I will do for you only when it’s busy but it’s not now. So tough shit. -walks away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face was as black as a plate of charred blackened seafood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being evil.&lt;br /&gt;A tit for tat, take that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had two dinners and my tummy was a round as the earth orbit. Dinner at Indonesian restaurant at Riverside was good. Finally met Adrienne’s man. I’m so happy for her. Hope he treats her good. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after that was parteeee-ink at phuture. The launch of Zouk's Flava cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights and Lowdowns of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ass was groped.&lt;br /&gt;2. Packed as sardines in the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;3. Smelly phuture guys. I swear they did not shower&lt;br /&gt;4. Saw Alex.&lt;br /&gt;5. Had free invites. Courtesy of Raja so I got in free.&lt;br /&gt;6. Juice magazine took a photo of us.&lt;br /&gt;7. Was picked up by couple of guys.&lt;br /&gt;8. Raja was high and in extreme denials, not to mention it was hilarious sight. &lt;br /&gt;9. Great company.&lt;br /&gt;10. Great music for the last few hours. &lt;br /&gt;11. Great dancing partner and he got sexy eyes. Lol. Even Alex said he was cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-109729967084630779?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109729967084630779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=109729967084630779' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109729967084630779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109729967084630779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/10/sweet-aftertaste.html' title='Sweet aftertaste'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-109456608141731729</id><published>2004-09-07T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T07:10:24.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy named Melvin</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago, I met this boy, 20 years of age. He was a boy different from others, mentally challenged. He walk among the streets lost till he met me. I tried to help him but he ran away under uncontrollable circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met that boy again. He was wearing the same green checked shirt and faded denim jeans, seeking help from others yet to no avail. He alighted at the same bus stop at me and seek help me once again but in some bizarre manner he ran away again when I mentioned it was best for me to bring him to the police station. He looked agitated and show me a note. It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Melvin is a hyper active boy who needs to travel please assist him fully. Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note just ends there without any contact numbers. That sparked a fiery thought what kind of parents will let his child wander around Singapore aimlessly? What’s more he is mentally challenged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt a sense of lost that once again I was unable to assist him. The same feeling creep in. All I hope is that he is safe and sound and that one day there be a person who is destined to make his life a better one. I guess I am not the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-109456608141731729?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109456608141731729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=109456608141731729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109456608141731729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109456608141731729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/09/boy-named-melvin.html' title='A boy named Melvin'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-109340864314562411</id><published>2004-08-24T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T21:37:23.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>I seek fortitude from this tragic kingdom where profound sadness dwells. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-109340864314562411?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109340864314562411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=109340864314562411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109340864314562411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109340864314562411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/tragic-kingdom.html' title='Tragic Kingdom'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-109327947879961806</id><published>2004-08-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:44:38.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Doesn't this quote speak volumes of a woman's heart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-109327947879961806?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109327947879961806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=109327947879961806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109327947879961806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109327947879961806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-109316415986497356</id><published>2004-08-22T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T01:47:26.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it right.</title><content type='html'>Don’t you just hate it when people pronounce your name wrongly or even spell your name wrongly. I foremost certainly do. In a span of  20 years of my life, people have called me the following names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yeti ( helloooo I’m not some big foot monster, I’m in fact very small and petite)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ya&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt; Ting ( This is a damn common one, either you can’t read or you cant spell. How many times must I tell you there is &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; N after the alphabet A of my name)&lt;br /&gt;3. Yiting ( That’s melissa’s chinese name, no offence mel but I just don’t like being called my name other then my own. Need I say more?) &lt;br /&gt;4. Amy ( Wtf? It’s so different from my name. –knocks head-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not other variation to my name. My name is Ya Ting. Get it right or you will get your hands skinned alive. Thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-109316415986497356?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109316415986497356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=109316415986497356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109316415986497356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109316415986497356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/get-it-right.html' title='Get it right.'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-109285217158759260</id><published>2004-08-18T11:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T11:08:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To you I loathe</title><content type='html'>I detest people who think they are high and mighty just because they been in the restaurant longer me. Stop bossy me around Alfin, you are just a full timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me tell you something buddy, You are older but that does not make you smarter or wiser in any way and one more thing you rakes of Period because of your 3Ps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre, Post Premenstrual syndrome. Maybe you should be a girl instead. Well, then again you are not qualified with a face like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I hate it when people try to atone their wrongdoings by being extremely nice instead of apologising. It does not work that way for me, Mr period face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-109285217158759260?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109285217158759260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=109285217158759260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109285217158759260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109285217158759260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-you-i-loathe.html' title='To you I loathe'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-109042399714575298</id><published>2004-07-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T08:35:57.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two heartaches and a headache</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking of little nuggets of life and somehow it is making me feel less then cheerful. Well, maybe it’s one of the days where you question everything about your life and what do you want out of it. I feel been feeling aimless and this feeling is eating into me. It is frustrating because I’m not getting there and it isn’t helping when you heard less then perfect news. Although, I heard the news a few days back and I’m still numb by it. I’m not sure how to react but all I can feel is all the numbness swelling in my heart. I wish I have done more but I didn’t so I guess I have myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The childish feud between the both of them has bought you closer to her. Maybe it is the many things that I did not do to make things better. I was being selfish and when I told you I did not want to get involved and as time went by you try to get close to me but all I did was setting up barriers against you. Maybe that’s the reason why you left me and seek fortitude in her. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, each time you try to come near me I just walk ten yards away, but in truth I really want to be with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves Miss Ang’s point people are SLS. (Stupid Lazy and Selfish)&lt;br /&gt;I have witnessed that in the past couple of days in others and myself and it is really taking an upheaval in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-109042399714575298?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109042399714575298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=109042399714575298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109042399714575298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109042399714575298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/two-heartaches-and-headache.html' title='Two heartaches and a headache'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-109042361476146546</id><published>2004-07-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T08:31:00.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>Artist:  Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;Song: Excuses lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Album lyrics: Alanis Morissette- So-called chaos lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why no one will help me I'm too dumb I'm too smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They'll not understand me I'm lonely they'll hate me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not enough time It's too hard to help me&lt;br /&gt;God wants me to work no resting no lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These excuses how they've served me so well&lt;br /&gt;They've kept me safe they've kept me stuck&lt;br /&gt;They've kept me locked in my own cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too far from home it takes far too much energy&lt;br /&gt;I cannot afford to, no one will ever see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;These excuses how they've served me so well&lt;br /&gt;They've kept me safe they've kept me stuck&lt;br /&gt;They've kept me locked in my own cell&lt;br /&gt;These excuses how they're so familiar&lt;br /&gt;They've kept me blocked they've kept me small &lt;br /&gt;They've kept me safe inside my shell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bringing these into the light &lt;br /&gt;shakes their foundation and clears my sight&lt;br /&gt;Now my imagination is the only thing &lt;br /&gt;that limits the bar and its' rise to the heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can have it all see I have to, they want me to&lt;br /&gt;I can't let them down I will never be happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These excuses how they've served me so well&lt;br /&gt;They've kept me safe they've kept me stuck&lt;br /&gt;They've kept me locked in my own cell&lt;br /&gt;These excuses how they're so familiar&lt;br /&gt;They've kept me blocked they've kept me small &lt;br /&gt;They've kept me safe inside my shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-109042361476146546?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/109042361476146546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=109042361476146546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109042361476146546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/109042361476146546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108990269471661963</id><published>2004-07-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T07:46:44.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremist</title><content type='html'>I am an extremist. It is a known fact that when I’m famished I can eat an entire nation to feed Africa. ( What’s new?) And when I’m raging mad dwelled in frustrations, to most individual they would scream, rant or let out an outburst of roaring emotions like heavy pertinacious rain but for me it is a different story, I cry in agony when I’m in fits of anger. I’m not sure what possess me to do so, must be the adverse reaction toiled between infuriating anger and frustration rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On contrary, when I’m delirious with joy, I choose to irritate people with my weird idiosyncrasies to flaunt my innate joy within me and when I have money to spend, I choose to go on a shopping spree, buying presents for my loved one especially my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m not sure if it is deemed good or bad to but to most people it is a bad connotation placed upon the term extremists. They are deemed to be individuals who can’t control themselves and tend to over doing things in many aspects but to mean extremist is someone that lives life to the fullest like that isn’t tomorrow. Ok, either I’m an individual that is in denial filled with foolish thoughts or an individual that choose to look at things at the brighter spectrum of light. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108990269471661963?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108990269471661963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108990269471661963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108990269471661963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108990269471661963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/extremist_15.html' title='Extremist'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108990246911610887</id><published>2004-07-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T07:42:05.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to my mom</title><content type='html'>Like a bursting of light, she spoke with ear piercing anger came forth that broke the monotony of my slumber. There I was jotted up in awe, wishing she would stop. Hurt, anger and pervasion filled my soul. I could not fathom why the infuriating storm that stirred within her, despite all that that I still love her. And wish she knew I appreciate the things she has done for me and all I ask for her, is to appreciate that I’m trying to be the best daughter that she wish she could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m trying, I really am. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My gorgeous looking pot of pink roses which I bought for my mum from ikea has become a permanent residence of mine in my room because of her outburst I have not had the chance to give it to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108990246911610887?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108990246911610887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108990246911610887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108990246911610887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108990246911610887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/note-to-my-mom.html' title='A note to my mom'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108952625698917530</id><published>2004-07-10T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T23:11:06.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My pretty gal </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shes-crafty.net/images/marissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;Which O.C. Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108952625698917530?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108952625698917530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108952625698917530' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108952625698917530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108952625698917530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-pretty-gal.html' title='My pretty gal '/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108952603284593100</id><published>2004-07-10T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T23:12:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soot Soot Ryan, throw back a bottle of beer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shes-crafty.net/images/ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;Which O.C. Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shes-crafty.net"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108952603284593100?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108952603284593100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108952603284593100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108952603284593100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108952603284593100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/soot-soot-ryan-throw-back-bottle-of.html' title='Soot Soot Ryan, throw back a bottle of beer!'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108925945144905143</id><published>2004-07-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:05:07.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un=SexAddict&amp;meme=1074643519' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Whats your icon? by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/crackmyfinger/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;SexAddict&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='armored_username' value='yating' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your icon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src='http://pics.greatestjournal.com/userpic/4998502/266038'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='SexAddict'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074643519'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108925945144905143?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108925945144905143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108925945144905143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108925945144905143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108925945144905143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/whats-your-icon-by-sexaddictusernameyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108920762265680433</id><published>2004-07-07T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T06:42:35.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China white face</title><content type='html'>I don’t exactly fancy being sick. Not exactly the best of moods I must say. What’s worse is that my mum bought all the food which I deemed yummy BUT I can’t eat. Thanks a lot. I can officially scream I’m electrifying hot. Not as in sexy hot way but temperature wise hot. 39 degrees to be exact. With a tap watering nose for the pass few days and now it’s all congested. Wth! I can’t breathe. Sore throat with icky green stuff. Horrendous cough and a bad headache. Somebody can just shoot me and save me from this misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Thanks for all the calls and text messages I really appreciate it. You guys know who you are. Lubb you all sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's times like this you know who really cares.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108920762265680433?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108920762265680433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108920762265680433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108920762265680433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108920762265680433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/china-white-face.html' title='China white face'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108892110039890070</id><published>2004-07-03T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T00:02:56.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi[s]tory</title><content type='html'>In the wake of the night, with strobe lights flashing,&lt;br /&gt;Is the start of something so close yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the crowd, lies two people, who share a bond,&lt;br /&gt;probably the wonderful workings of Aphrodite.&lt;br /&gt;A sizzling chemistry amongst them but &lt;br /&gt;alas he refuses to take it to another level.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the one he loves stranded.&lt;br /&gt;“What does he wants?” she asks in exasperation.&lt;br /&gt;Silently in her heart, she knew he had a place for &lt;br /&gt;her but he just let her leave.&lt;br /&gt;And when she thought he was long gone. &lt;br /&gt;He came back to her life wanting to repeat the same story.&lt;br /&gt;His story but neither did he knew, he was hi[s]tory to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m not hanging on to something that is not there anymore. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  will never be our fairy tale that I yearn for.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes loving someone means letting him go.&lt;br /&gt;And for now I’m letting you go. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108892110039890070?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108892110039890070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108892110039890070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108892110039890070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108892110039890070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/07/history.html' title='Hi[s]tory'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108835351463674446</id><published>2004-06-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T09:25:58.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>There she was sat prim and proper staring into space&lt;br /&gt;and there he was sitting beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Placid silence set upon them,&lt;br /&gt;she looked at him with endearing eyes, with a heavy lifting heart.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to profess what she wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;He seems oblivious to what is happening around him,&lt;br /&gt;stared into space too.&lt;br /&gt;No longer able to take the stagnant silence,&lt;br /&gt;she left.&lt;br /&gt;She said goodbye to him.&lt;br /&gt;Solemnly, she knew she was bidding farewell to him forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108835351463674446?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108835351463674446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108835351463674446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108835351463674446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108835351463674446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108797984039268249</id><published>2004-06-23T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T01:37:20.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of a life of a tai tai</title><content type='html'>I have nearly accomplished being a full-blown tai tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping, shopping and more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;2. Splendid food&lt;br /&gt;3. Being chauffeur around&lt;br /&gt;4. Excellent company&lt;br /&gt;5. Played mahjong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list &lt;br /&gt;Manicure and pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being a full-blown tai tai is not a bad idea after all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108797984039268249?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108797984039268249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108797984039268249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108797984039268249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108797984039268249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/day-of-life-of-tai-tai.html' title='The day of a life of a tai tai'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108780603211075897</id><published>2004-06-21T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:22:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote a song for you</title><content type='html'>A song of lullaby where dreams are awakening hidden truths lay within. In this song lies oh so many memories of us together. In the midst of  all the dreams what stood out the most, was the day where we sat side by side till the sky turned into a blanket of constellations. It was all so beautiful and the most resplendent part was having you at my side but once the clock stuck twelve. The love was over and there was I, left stranded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry, to those who are hurt, to those who have searched and to those have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; have touched my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108780603211075897?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108780603211075897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108780603211075897' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108780603211075897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108780603211075897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-wrote-song-for-you.html' title='I wrote a song for &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108770358358444701</id><published>2004-06-19T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T20:53:42.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Guys Like That You're Charming&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the girl most guys can't get out of their heads&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they met you on a bad hair day :-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just seem to "click" with everyone you meet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if a guy forgets about you for a second... his friends haven't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/guyslikequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do Guys Like About You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/you-are-charming.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108770358358444701?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108770358358444701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108770358358444701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108770358358444701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108770358358444701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/guys-like-that-youre-charming-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108761691606410413</id><published>2004-06-18T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T20:51:43.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy shalalala</title><content type='html'>Work was good. Stupid imbecile chef kept his loud smelly mouth shut today and amazingly he did not scream at anyone. Wow that’s a rarity. =) Hopefully his PMS days are over. I always had a weird thinking that since girls have period why can’t guys have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice to know that they have period and it will be a mixture of rainbow colors. So when it stains it do be kind of funky. No? Lol. But it will be nice to see it on the chef rear behind a splendid array of rainbow colors. That will be a super duper funky sight. I'm sure Wendy and the rest will live up to that moment Anyhow must be the lacked of sleep making me weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have secured a job at Riverside bar! –double yay!- All thanks to my weird little hungry doll-Wendy. -hugs- Richard heard from my hungry little doll that  I have tender my resignation at the Japanese restaurant so he told me to join them.=) thanks babe I owe ya one.  After work, as usual we hung out at the bar. This time Prada joins us and we played checkers amidst all the other games and were chatting till the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m happy and contented with the simple life I lead now, I don’t need a guy to make me happy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108761691606410413?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108761691606410413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108761691606410413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108761691606410413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108761691606410413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-shalalala.html' title='Happy shalalala'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108737379802808945</id><published>2004-06-16T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T01:39:24.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back </title><content type='html'>Guess who’s finally back in sunny island Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;Say hello (Jenny low style) to my bitching partner and supper mate.&lt;br /&gt;Edzzzzzzzz! (= the Zs are in deliberate to irritate Eddie.Woohooo! -runs around like a headless chicken- The bad news is I can only see him next week until he is pretty much settled down with his grandma's funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death is a moment of silence multiply by infinity of silence. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108737379802808945?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108737379802808945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108737379802808945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108737379802808945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108737379802808945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back '/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108720287132707386</id><published>2004-06-14T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T01:47:51.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter more like Harry Potty</title><content type='html'>Isn’t it an irony? Eve is celebrating her dad’s wedding and as for me mourning for my grandfather’s death. Extreme poles of emotions- One is a profound joy of happiness and the other profound despondency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel my life is a Harry Potter moment. Not because it is a fairy tale of wonder and magic but it is more like a dark gloomy moment like the character called Dementors. To those who are oblivious, dementors is the black ghost like creatures that suck the joy from you. This is exactly what I’m feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Live for today for there may not be a day after tomorrow &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108720287132707386?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108720287132707386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108720287132707386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108720287132707386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108720287132707386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/harry-potter-more-like-harry-potty.html' title='Harry Potter more like Harry Potty'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108720250231914928</id><published>2004-06-14T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T01:54:21.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solace</title><content type='html'>I can’t cry, I can’t whine, I can’t smile, I can’t let my emotions roamed freely. The worse feeling in the world is to portray the emotions in opposition of what you are feeling. I must be a real good actress to do that. For I have to force myself to put a brave front for I know my mum needs me the most at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all the troubles, some people think that their lives revolve amongst themselves. Give me a break. Don’t vent it out on me, there is a limit I can do for you right now. It is good enough I was there for you. I have enough on my hands at this moment. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I need now is my solace, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and one more thing I don’t appreciate you spoiling Eve's mood with your unreasonable request. Although I have never met you my respect with you has gone down the drain, because of your selfishness you have ruined our day. Bravo, I hope you are indeed happy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108720250231914928?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108720250231914928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108720250231914928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108720250231914928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108720250231914928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/solace.html' title='Solace'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108701965674366885</id><published>2004-06-11T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T23:48:52.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How lame can I get?</title><content type='html'>Friend: What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  A love bite? Coz you been stung by the love bug.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Aiyo, u just spoilt the mood with something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108701965674366885?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108701965674366885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108701965674366885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108701965674366885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108701965674366885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-lame-can-i-get_11.html' title='How lame can I get?'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-1087019232631054</id><published>2004-06-11T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T23:43:10.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill out </title><content type='html'>Had a nice chill out session with Wendy at the bar next to our restaurant. =) Bitching about the imbecile-oh-so-attitude-think-he -so-mighty-freakerzoid-chef whom he thinks everyone must bestow to him! Puii ah,  double puii, triple puii, godzillion puis, I hope he drowns in a quick sand of spits plus bird droppings. Anyhow it is not worth mentioning him in my blog.  The music was good at the bar, they had a jazz house band tonight and they played my favorite song “ perhaps, perhaps perhaps.” –loves loves loves- And guess what? I got a free baileys on the rock complimentary from Wendy’s boy. =) All thanks to my sweet weird little hungry doll. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-1087019232631054?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1087019232631054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=1087019232631054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/1087019232631054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/1087019232631054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/chill-out.html' title='Chill out '/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108701800553605214</id><published>2004-06-11T22:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T23:04:00.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good riddance</title><content type='html'>In a span of a week since I quit my job at the Japanese restaurant, 5 others quit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mighty smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance Ohsumi Japanese Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;That says so much about that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gloating at someone’s downfall has never been a hobby but this is exceptional and I feel good being happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108701800553605214?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108701800553605214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108701800553605214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108701800553605214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108701800553605214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/good-riddance.html' title='Good riddance'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108685253076395702</id><published>2004-06-10T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T03:17:40.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less then perfect</title><content type='html'>I really cannot fathom why the screaming, the derogatory terms being used upon me can cause so much hurt within me especially when it comes from someone ever so dear towards you-your mum. I really loathe quarreling with her because she always has the capacity to make me cry after the quarrel. Perhaps it’s a moment of weakness. I seldom cry when argue with my friends but with my mum it’s a whole different story. I always wish I could be the perfect daughter she wanted but in her eyes I’m never one, never good enough and never smart enough so on and so forth. Expectations, expectations placed upon you. How you wish all of this could just disappear, dissipated in the thin blue sky but to redundancies that will never happen. How I wish I was everything she wish I was but I’m not and I can’t and I’m sorry that I have let &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;down. Every little thing I did anger &lt;i&gt;thee&lt;/i&gt;. Am I that useless in &lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt; eyes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried so hard to be the perfect daughter but in your eyes I’m useless.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew how I felt. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108685253076395702?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108685253076395702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108685253076395702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108685253076395702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108685253076395702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/less-then-perfect.html' title='Less then perfect'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108685059980256320</id><published>2004-06-09T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T00:00:51.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinabar and John Molina</title><content type='html'>I have finally watched the long awaited Harry Potty! –Smiles- It could have been much better. A tad too draggy that’s what I felt. Anyhow headed to Chinabar after the show with Mel, Adrian and Tiongene. Free entry, good music, baileys on the rock and John Molina. =)He’s my sexy man. Wuu la la. The little simple pleasures of life just makes me happy. I guess I’m just easy contented. He’s such a sexy hunk. In case you are clueless to who he is. He is the resident lead singer of Chinabar’s house band. He is so sexy looks yummy enough to eat.-okie i better stop I'm drooling all over, QUICK! Quick get me a bowl before i drool all over- Lol What make it even better is that he recognized me and gave me a wave while he was chilling with his band mates =) I’m in cloud nine now. Leave me alone, it’s a candy floss moment frozen in time.=) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108685059980256320?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108685059980256320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108685059980256320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108685059980256320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108685059980256320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/chinabar-and-john-molina.html' title='Chinabar and John Molina'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108684953609163060</id><published>2004-06-09T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T23:39:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting facets of life from an e-mail from Pinji</title><content type='html'>I hope you guys appreciate the following as much I did if not tough shit.=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i mature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you        &lt;br /&gt;   can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are &lt;br /&gt;   just assholes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it &lt;br /&gt;   only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen &lt;br /&gt;   minutes. After that, you'd better have a big willy or huge   &lt;br /&gt;   boobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - &lt;br /&gt;  they are more screwed up than you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think  &lt;br /&gt;   you're finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless &lt;br /&gt;   we are celebrities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a &lt;br /&gt;   relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had &lt;br /&gt;   better be a lot of money to take its place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't &lt;br /&gt;   working in your house, one of your kids did it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've learned that the people you care most about in life are &lt;br /&gt;    taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just &lt;br /&gt;    never go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108684953609163060?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108684953609163060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108684953609163060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108684953609163060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108684953609163060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/interesting-facets-of-life-from-e-mail.html' title='Interesting facets of life from an e-mail from Pinji'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108677194125385656</id><published>2004-06-09T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T02:05:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utterly disgusting dream more like a nightmare</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of being chased by a giant cockroach and guess who is its partner in crime? An equally disgusting insect - a giant tick. Can u beat that? I don’t normally dream but when I do I get weird dreams. Why can’t I have a nice sweet dream? Why? why? why? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108677194125385656?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108677194125385656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108677194125385656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108677194125385656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108677194125385656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/utterly-disgusting-dream-more-like.html' title='Utterly disgusting dream more like a nightmare'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108675588188092169</id><published>2004-06-08T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:48:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger proves to be a good motivator</title><content type='html'>Anger can prove productive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spur me to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exercise for 40 minutes of cadio workout. &lt;br /&gt;2. Hand-wash my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaned up my room.&lt;br /&gt;4. Iron a mountain of clothes. &lt;br /&gt;5. Vaccum and mopped the entire house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I should really get angry more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108675588188092169?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108675588188092169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108675588188092169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108675588188092169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108675588188092169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/anger-proves-to-be-good-motivator.html' title='Anger proves to be a good motivator'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232060.post-108667887788170352</id><published>2004-06-08T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:31:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurance has it's limit</title><content type='html'>I'm finding out giving your best does not mean people will appreciate you. I'm finding out caring endlessly for someone does not mean she will care for you. I am finding out that is a limit to everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of being screamed at for no apparent rhyme and reason. I can’t fathom why I’m taking all this unfair treatment with stride. To me it is part of my responsibility - to deliver my best in my job. I gave my all and yet this is how they treat me. I can no longer tolerate this. I have decided to leave my work place. I hate the feeling of being vulnerable and to the brink of a mental breakdown and on top of that being stepped upon is not something I appreciate.  I’m really tired and I’m leaving for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I secured a job from my previous weirdo boss, Royston. –Grin- Yes, yes the utterly weird one. The one that plays Sarah Brightman, “Time to say goodbye” on repeat mode to chase customers away when pesky customers refused to leave the restaurant. What an irritant but he makes my day with his weird little idiosyncrasies. I have finally found someone weirder than me. That’s a rarity. I hope working with him again will be pleasurable. Anybody else wanna join me? Another happy news, Edwardian Ed is coming back this Friday! =) I miss him like crazy. Yay! Hello supper and aloha freaking lame bitching partner Eddie. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108667887788170352?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108667887788170352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108667887788170352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108667887788170352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108667887788170352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/endurance-has-its-limit.html' title='Endurance has it&apos;s limit'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108659792656461247</id><published>2004-06-07T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T21:24:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A storm of anger</title><content type='html'>As I walked down the memory lane which all seemly familiar. Anger pervasion stuck me, stomping my feet as I walked on to my destination. I stood there stumped as rage has consumed me. A feeling of utter fury and disappointment consumed my tired parched soul. Lost in the midst I do not know what I’m living for. Those whom you thought they cared suddenly seemed so far away and never there. Alas my bus came, calmly and steadily I board the bus, with a sigh of anger turned to sadness. I tried so hard to contained myself but I can’t and the tears set in. One after another like a cascading waterfall never ceases to end. Provoking stares and a look of wondering eyes cast upon on me invading my own personal need to express myself. I closed my eyes hoping all the stares will go away, leave me alone. I feel as if I’m such an embarrassment to myself. Why can’t I contain myself? I’m not good enough for everything that I come to love to do. I really gave my all but to redundancies. Why do I even try? I’m really am down into the slums by what has happened at work and at home. I need a break form this world. Will you take me with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7232060-108659792656461247?l=stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/feeds/108659792656461247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7232060&amp;postID=108659792656461247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108659792656461247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7232060/posts/default/108659792656461247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupiddupidihavefallenforyou.blogspot.com/2004/06/storm-of-anger.html' title='A storm of anger'/><author><name>Hu||aba|oo</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-7232060.post-108659615363696493</id><published>2004-06-07T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T21:23:15.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger with contempt</title><content type='html'>I hate my Japanese boss. He decreased my pay without even telling me. He acts as if nothing happened and gave me my cheque as per norm until I made a big fuss out of it to my supervisor then he finally realized my wrath. What the hell, he can kissed my ass goodbye. I really can’t fathom why did I even bother to work my ass off for them and this is what I get in return. When they need staff to work I’m ever ready for there for them when they need me now I’m starting to think why do I even bother. So much of courtesy I really do hate him to do the point I could chop him up to pieces, castrate, suffocate and feed him to the crocodiles. Another option would be to buy him an innocent looking packet of chicken rice –evil grin- and spill black pen ink on it as black soya sauce and viola he be poison to death. That will be one fine day for me. If looks can kill, I have already killed him a million times. *Glares at him* Die you stupid imbecile son of a gun. Dieeeeeeeee like a cockroach. 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