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  <title>Talking About LuV</title>
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  <updated>2009-12-06T17:40:50Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:304317</id>
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    <title>The Last Love</title>
    <published>2009-12-06T17:30:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-06T17:40:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A friend I rarely met was visiting from her native country. We decided to check out a new club with a few others, including one of my best friends. A few drinks, some conversation. The music was horrible though, but since company was great, we didn't really care. Some familiar faces appeared. We greeted and joined them. We hit the dance floor, but after awhile, we got bored and decided to go outside for some "fresh air" which consisted mostly of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood alone in one corner, while my friends puffed away in the other corner. A familiar face came up to me and I greeted him the "European way", but somehow we ended up locked in each other's lips. The kiss so gentle, it made my heart skip a few beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later, he asked for my name. I replied, "Aren't you XXX? Don't you remember who I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not my name," he said with a cheeky smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sure that's your name. You really don't remember who I am? Think carefully," I flirted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm, you look familiar, but I can't remember, really. And that's not my name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been to your office a couple of times. Remember?" I was getting a little frustrated. He looked confused, so I went on to say, "I dated your boss. How could you not remember? I met you a couple of times, including that time you went for yoga with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh... You're that girl," he said, sounding a little disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm you sound a bit freaked out. Are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're that girl in the red pants. I remember now. You looked nice in those pants. You were in our office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and I know you're XXX, don't 'bluff' me. You and another guy have the same name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He giggled nervously, like he was avoiding my statement, and started kissing me again, while my best friend stood nearby, hands on her hips and staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To be continued...)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:303907</id>
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    <title>Why You So Scared of Me?</title>
    <published>2009-11-30T22:25:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-30T22:27:31Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It is quite so awesome to have a Miss Maxim Singapore hating your guts because - let me guess - she's jealous of you and is afraid you might steal away her very precious rich boyfriend. Let me get this straight. Firstly, I do not fancy your boyfriend; our relationship is history to me and I have no intention of getting him back in my life. He is just A FRIEND.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, I've been nothing but civil to you, sincerely wanting to be your friend, supporting his relationship with you. Turdly, why would I want to compete with a BEAUTY QUEEN like yourself? Pffft. Wouldn't that be impractical?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My piece of advice: no one likes to be tied down, especially someone like your precious rich boyfriend whom I know has always treasured his independence. Your control over him will soon make him lose his ego and no man would ever wish that upon himself. Also, stop giving yourself that much credit. Being Miss Singapore blah blah just goes to prove how shallow you are. People KNOW what you're in for in this relationship. I know how? I know because it's somewhat intuitive plus your indecision just goes to prove my point. But worry not, I'm nothing compared to a beauty queen. I'm just a commoner in tiny little Singapore and I doubt he will want someone who isn't as pretty as you are. ;) good luck my dear girl because I feel so sorry you're this insecure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;Posted via &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/cosysoftware_en/"&gt;LiveJournal.app&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:303730</id>
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    <title>What Happens Next?</title>
    <published>2009-11-28T18:14:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-28T18:14:29Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to figure out the mentality of young women these days; why some are still si&lt;br /&gt;ngle and reluctant to settle down, while some are so bent on having a family with the 'right one'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They go through one failed relationship after another, putting themselves out there constantly. I've got a perfectly perfect guy waiting for me to say 'yes', someone whom I could love if I tried hard enough. And it puzzles everyone why I'm not with him and I'd rather risk getting 'hurt' by venturing into new and 'exciting' relationships. Of course, I don't really believe in getting hurt anymore. Somehow we all have to give and take, don't we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm afraid that with someone in the way, I'll never be able to get to where I wished I could get to; no career, I'd rather have nothing. Besides, love seems all too overrated. It seems like everytime the guy I'm with becomes too clingy, I start freaking out and uhh dump him. And perhaps subconsciously I'm afraid that I'd do the same to the potential 'love of my life'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got too many memories. And sometimes I blame them for causing me to behave like this and start doubting myself and causing hurt to people and myself and creating these unnecessary memories that I'd rather not have. Or maybe I should really blame myself for taking others' advice too seriously. I really should stop feeling bad for the things that are not supposed to affect me. After all, like I said, love is overrated... Most things in this world are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;Posted via &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/cosysoftware_en/"&gt;LiveJournal.app&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:303463</id>
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    <title>luvelle @ 2009-11-27T01:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-26T17:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-26T17:33:59Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why do I have to feel guilty about not loving you? Today I told someone that empathy is a valuable asset. But I was contradicting myself because it's always been a curse for me. It's not like those I loved ever cared that I could love them more than they ever would me. But if love were to be borne out of guilt, or we have to resort to guilt trips to make someone love us, then what's the point? Love wouldn't mean a thing then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have lost myself again. My head hurts. I cannot sleep because it's spinning. But I need to sleep. My laziness has cost me too much. I need to reassess my priorities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though I don't love you, I miss our memories together. The times we spent laughing, crying, and mostly shouting at each other... The scars have been burnt right into my bone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They ask if I'm ok and I tell them I am. The fact is that I'm not. I never have been. I'm a great liar. Dreams lost. Hearts broken, never to be fixed. Why do I still want to die?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;Posted via &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/cosysoftware_en/"&gt;LiveJournal.app&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:302984</id>
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    <title>Dreams Do Come True</title>
    <published>2009-11-24T18:05:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-24T18:05:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'd never thought that everything would spiral to its lowest and then shoot back up to its peak. I'm being offered two awesome jobs at the SAME TIME; one in which my family would be so proud of me if I took it up, the other being my almost dream job in which I'll get to meet many interesting people (which I absolutely love doing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an exciting week which has not yet ended. It will get even more exciting by the end of the week. Next week I will be able to get an idea of my job scope in the latter job, and be offered a pay that I can negotiate and definitely higher than the former job (hopefully without CPF). But rejecting the former will cause me to be blacklisted in all government agencies, but well the letter of offer for the former will only take 2-3 weeks to come, so I can see how things go for the latter job. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already met some interesting people, like the editors of some of the biggest press companies in Singapore (which I shall not mention :P), and etc etc, all coming from very diverse backgrounds. SO MUCH FUN! I've never had such confidence in myself; I think I've managed to pull through the past two weeks really well. I've never felt this excited about anything before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm happy and that makes me feel good. I'm living in oblivion of all the bad things that have happened and are still happening, and that does not in the least bother me. :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:302764</id>
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    <title>Say Whaaat?!</title>
    <published>2009-11-19T19:23:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-19T19:23:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Despite all these, I still found several reasons to smile these days, though I suppose the craziness of it all is making me feel nauseous and dizzy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me the opportunity to make amends to the people I've forsaken, and more importantly, to my one and only God whom I haven't spoken to in a long while. I suppose the unspiritual would scoff at me, but I guess that's what keeps me going still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone cold turkey on my meds. I probably also need to put on a few more healthy kgs, and get rid of my dreadful eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not studying anymore, and I don't regret leaving school. I have opened up so many opportunities for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get my butt off my couch. It's getting D-E-pressing. Except the headache's impeding my movements. But oh well, I took my first step today. Went for two separate interviews. Wish me luck! I want both. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start baking again. Desserts keep my headaches away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't you just love my background! I love XXXmas!!!!!!!! ;)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:302167</id>
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    <title>I am not who you think I am...</title>
    <published>2009-08-09T20:28:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-09T20:28:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I met this sweet young girl on my flight back. Well, I was bored at the start of the flight while waiting for my delayed flight to take off. Thoughts started running through my mind, took out my camera and started browsing. Then uhh yea I just broke down. Covered my face with both my hands so that no one would notice, and didn't even make a sound, but the girl sitting beside me noticed and started talking to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to meet someone doing CS as well. Plus she's studying for her bachelors in MIT. She's from Singapore btw. We chatted about the aspects of life, starting with CS, future career, relationships, movies and books and how they relate to real life etc etc. It was refreshing talking to someone so young and who seems so smart and receptive to my point of view. She said she was impressed by how sensible I am, and that got me thinking... I don't know if that's true anymore. I mean I used to think so too, because I always held on tightly to my views, and it'd take someone as stubborn as I am to convince me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many events have occurred, to the extent that I don't know who I really am anymore. He's right; my actions do not reflect my views. That's that. What else can I say? I have no defence against that. I am the hypocrite, making excuses for the shit I make myself trample on. Thing is, I cannot even commit to a relationship, so why the hell am I blaming others for not being able to? After all, of all people, I should be one of those who can understand their dilemma better. My reason for that is not just because I'm afraid of getting myself hurt, but also because I want the best of everything. What he cannot give, I want from some other person, and what they cannot give, I'll try to find that in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I should feel now; all I know is that I have to finish grad school and get the hell out of here. I want to forget. But I cannot figure out how I can achieve that without hurting the people who love me. I'm just too tired and lazy. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my family and girl friends... I don't get why I deserve all these... How can you love someone selflessly? Teach me how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you but I don't know how. Perhaps I'm right... You're just not that into me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:301608</id>
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    <title>Who Am I?</title>
    <published>2009-08-07T06:43:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-07T06:43:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">我所要的，你都不要。你最渴望的，并不是我想象中的。我现在什么都不要。只希望有一天能回到十年前无忧无虑的日子。即使便笨了也无所谓，就是不要再记得过去的悲伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd I don't really know what I'm blabbering anymore. Writing in my mother tongue is so tough, and I really wished I was better versed in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just confused. I need to sort out my shit before I start indulging in anyone. I haven't been able to receive, nor give properly, hence I haven't felt like anyone's girlfriend for the past 2 years. I did try though, acting like the jealous and possessive girlfriend, the easygoing girlfriend, the demanding girlfriend, the sweet and loving girlfriend... It's been a mess so far, at least for me, because I've never really given myself the chance to get over my past. One depressing event after another, and I'm the only person who can stop that vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然你仍在我身边，我觉得我已失去你。三天后，我们可能不会再见面了。我已经想念你的一切；你的笑容，你的味道，你的怀抱。现在不同了。你心里从来没有我。太可惜，因为若我们能从头开始，我们就不必浪费这么多时间逼自己爱上对方。心里好乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't suck though... I'm the one who does.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:301449</id>
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    <title>幸福</title>
    <published>2009-08-06T03:08:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-06T03:10:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">幸福是一种负担，因为总担心一旦失去了就会感到遗憾。谁能了解我的心情？他们说没有人在这一生中不会不体验悲伤；我也了解。不过他们不晓得我心里多么的痛苦。即使有了爱情，难免也会觉得孤单。太多事已发生了。我无法修补我心中的洞。我没有力气重新开始，也没有机会让你了解我的痛苦。或许我想太多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十年后，你还会记得我吗？</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:301206</id>
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    <title>My Fleeting Existence</title>
    <published>2009-08-04T04:49:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-04T04:49:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If memories die away after one is gone, then what makes it wrong to hurt someone else in this lifetime? The residual feeling of guilt only lasts for as long as one is alive. After all, we live, grow old, and die only once. If it hurts this much despite having everything, then how much more does it hurt when you've got less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone gets hurt during this process, then I apologise in advance, but I've already got it all prepared. To others, it might be the most selfish thing to do, but aren't you being selfish not letting me get what I want? There's no selfless being as far as I'm concerned. My worth only lasts for as long as the lifetimes of those of you who know me. If I never existed then you wouldn't have known that you'd become emotionally attached to me. There's no point in trying to please, for it's only a temporary form of merriment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it just doesn't matter anymore. After all, you only invoke the feelings of missing someone if they're not around. Our presence makes us take one another for granted. I'll be gone as quickly as I appear.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:300648</id>
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    <title>I Wonder...</title>
    <published>2009-07-26T18:27:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-26T18:27:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What is it that I'm so afraid of? Is it having my whole life path decided for me? I prefer not knowing because that's what makes it scary. Ironically though, it scares me knowng how things will turn out if I made a certain choice, even if life will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like getting that new hair cut after having the same hair style for so long. The excitement of seeing the result in the mirror. Oooh by the way, I've decided to cut my long hair like next next week. After almost two years of long hair, I'm finally extremely bored of my straight locks. I don't want to perm 'cos it's expensive to maintain and I really don't have that much time to go maintain my hair every now and then. I won't do anything extreme; just a cute short bob, and maybe some fringe. This is the best time to find a guy of marriage-material! See who can accept me even though I might look retarded! Or perhaps I should've signed up for that shave head thing for the CCF which my friends took part in. Grow out fresh new hair! But yea one thing at a time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's back home! Yeay we should meet soon 'cos I miss you. I was unwilling to sleep despite the flu 'cos the conversation got too interesting. Too much to catch up on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hangover movie is awesome! So funny lar. I wanna go to Vegas now! Those times I've been there I didn't get wasted urgh now I NEED to get wasted while I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay health deteoriorating. Flu. ARGH!!! Better zzz.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:300491</id>
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    <title>I'm Home!!!</title>
    <published>2009-07-24T21:30:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-24T21:52:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finally figured out the Emulab configuration and where to load the files etc etc. Urghs! Had to read the documentation line by line to actually find the hostname of the node to load my programs. ZOMFG! Geeks cannot write documentation for nuts for some reason. Grrr. But at least I've figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Yockie in the evening for dinner at Ion, the new shopping centre in Orchard Road. Sheesh it's crazily huge and contains four basement storeys. I think the crowd will soon be driven over from the other shopping centres in Orchard Road. Even the Burger King looked atas! Hence we girls decided to pig out there hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, didn't feel like sleeping, so I drove to school to figure out this Emulab thing. Poor Bubble looked so tired. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I look like shit too. Sigh. Dunno why. I do sleep, but I think years of sleeping too little have finally caught up with me. Permanent eye bags. :( Why oh why... Grr weight fluctations are horrible. Especially when you've swung to the higher end. Staaaaaarrrve!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how to be a girlfriend; when to be needy, when to be possessive, when to feel jealous, how to feel sa when something goes wrong, how to feel happy when he's happy, when to miss him and how to care. But I look at my happily unattached friends, and they seem so contented with their lives. After all, love is unnecessary when you have awesome family and friends. Sigh. Don't trust me la. :(</content>
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    <title>I Need a Break!</title>
    <published>2009-07-24T06:24:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-24T06:24:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Soooo Zouk tonight! Drinks please! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... Work. I guess. :\</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:299854</id>
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    <title>Baby, Are You Going to Break My Heart Slow?</title>
    <published>2009-07-23T16:50:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-23T16:50:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="45" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't love and lie, because I don't know how much I can take any longer.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvelle:299687</id>
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    <title>In Love!!!</title>
    <published>2009-07-23T04:42:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-23T04:42:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oooh Fonz showed me this guy's music, and I fell in love immediately. He's so awesomely good! Check him out: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/davidchoimusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/davidchoimusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we girls always dream of the guy who can serenade us... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy today, couldn't get out of bed despite mummy coming into the room to wake me up 3 times. :\ But finally got up, at 7.15am. Now I just need a bed. And some cuddles maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUTTTT! Deadline next week. Need to figure out this Emulab thing. The GUI keeps crashing. Really need to recall my Tcl programming I did for NS 2 years ago. How does time fly by this quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get iPhone 3GS after playing with Ming's phone. So pretty. Sigh. I need a new phone to replace my really old crappy one. I hope the guy who picked up my HTC Touch Diamond rots in hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough, lest some people calls me low-class. Teehee. I actually DO CARE about what certain people think okay. That kind, sigh, unfortunately, would make me spend time actually trying to change his mind about myself. I don't know why. I feel like a hypocrite, reacting differently to two people who are so freaking similar. But yea, there're always alternatives. :)</content>
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    <title>Wednesdays</title>
    <published>2009-07-22T00:36:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-22T00:36:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Presentation later. I just wished today would pass faster. 4pm please come quicker! Kan chiong spiderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh there was an accident around Camden Park. Retardedness. They didn't shift the car to the side, so they damaged car took up like 1.5 lanes, congesting the entire stretch from Upper Thomson Road to Camden. Took almost an hour to get to school! Now I feel so nauseous. Bleurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the weather now. Dark skies, cool winds. Good for sleep, but not good for school. The dark skies symbolise how I feel now. Hmmm oh well...</content>
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    <title>The Book of Lies</title>
    <published>2009-07-21T03:40:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-21T04:28:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In the book of lies, I shall compile every single lie they've ever told. But it's so funny, we complain about the most honest men and tell them off for being too insensitive and for speaking their minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, the one whom I didn't trust back then might just have been the one whom I should've trusted. The one I trusted the most betrayed my trust long ago, although he claims to love me too much to let me go now. Thing is, would you rather be in the know if the person you trusted with all your heart and soul cannot be trusted? Or is it better to be the one whom he/she is cheating with and get treated like an object? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying that there is no THE ONE, and that I do not believe in soulmates. But maybe deep down inside, I actually do believe in that crap. Maybe I'm better off being alone, and having an upper hand of the game that I now know so well. After all, what is each and everyone of us humans but a sex object, that rots into nothingness after death? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh my baby you're so special. How can you doubt what I say?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, you're so special too. You're easily replaceable like no other though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think now I know why you couldn't take living in this world any longer.&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>I really miss you!</title>
    <published>2009-07-20T23:51:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-20T23:51:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Babe, I really miss you babe! Wish you were here, not just because you'd be able to hear me whine about shit, but because I wish we could do stupid things together! I am meeting Mish today for dinner and I wish you could join us. When you return, let's go snip snip our boring long hair! Hurhur. I hope I don't freak out by then. I need brand new hair. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You said to update my blog, so I update here lor. I tell ya, nights are boring when you're not around to tell me goodnight. Bleh. I am le needy.</content>
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    <title>Why do all good things come to an end?</title>
    <published>2009-07-20T23:40:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-20T23:44:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How true is it, that it all lies in the strength of one's mind? Maybe not all good things come to an end. After all, how would we know unless we let good things follow through? I want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all crave for our happy endings. :)</content>
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    <title>Near Death...</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T21:07:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T21:09:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My head hurt. The moment I stood up, my ears started ringing, my sight blurred till all I could see were fuzzy pixels. My heart pounded against my chest, and I could hardly make a few steps to the toilet before collapsing to gasping breaths. The ringing didn't stop, but I regained my sight, except that the images I saw appeared yellow-tinted and a wee bit fuzzy still. I made my way to the kitchen to gulp down water, hoping it'll make it all stop. I couldn't tell anyone; after all, I cannot put them through the same worry again. It was just that one time; I didn't expect it to be this bad. The moment my head touched my pillow back in my bedroom, I passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up once again to use the loo. Mummy was up by then. I knew I couldn't look like I was going to collapse, so I gave her my best smile despite the heavy ringing in my ears and blurred eyesight and said that I had come down for water. My whole mouth was dry. There was a bitter aftertaste at the back of my throat. My nostrils were extremely clear; zero blockage. By then the acid was already burning through the walls of my stomach but I really needed the bed because I felt like I could collapse again. Mummy was talking to me, but I could hardly hear her from the intense ringing in my ears. There were echoes of ringing even. I just nodded along, pretending that I knew exactly what she was telling me. It seemed like eternity before I reached the top of the stairs again. I saw my most beloved puppy and my heart broke. What if I died and wasn't around to cuddle her again? Mummy would be sad too. And daddy. And sisters... And my best girl friends... And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for tears, because my head hit the pillow and my mind was gone once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling so surreal... I remember it all so vividly...</content>
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    <title>luvelle @ 2009-07-19T03:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T19:35:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T19:39:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MSN friend says: &lt;br /&gt;reason #8932928904289042 not to date mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thanks huh. Keep coming up with reasons not to date me. lol. He says I cannot make up my mind. Pffft. I'll show him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, yes, I've decided that Thou shalt not trust anyone of the male species. Lost hope. Seriously. Whether seemingly decent or not, we never know the other side of them. Unfortunately, I always seem to see that other side. But maybe it's a good thing. At least I know. But then, ignorance is bliss. Tell me, how can I trust anyone if the men I deem most decent cannot even keep their hands to themselves? Singlehood is the best choice. :(</content>
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    <title>Tough Choice</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T17:14:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T17:14:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've got a tough decision to make, otherwise I'll lose my head, really. I feel like I'm being driven to one corner, and at times like these, I'd rather be dead. Thank goodness I have you darlings around to tell me what I need to know and to keep me rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've got much time left to think things through. I've waited long enough. Just a yes or a no... from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yes? Or no?</content>
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    <title>:)</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T15:14:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T15:20:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Company was awesome for Harry Potter movie, although uhhh the movie kinda sucked ass. Kinda disappointed about the show, but it's okay as long as I had great company luh. Teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sheesh. Got my slides to do, so here I am, back at home, feeling fucked. I'm considering committing suicide before the presentation OR actually doing the slides but a half-fucked job. The former does sound more appealing. Oh well we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like Zouking, but yea. Pretty beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to consider my options, then write mummy's birthday card, then off to bed, I suppose. &lt;em&gt;My dear Eddie, would you come along with me?&lt;/em&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend peeps!!! :)</content>
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    <title>Cute Kitty!</title>
    <published>2009-07-17T15:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-17T15:50:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="44" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don't like cats but this kitty is soooo CUTE! Same breed as the one Julien has. I was Hermes' mummy. WAS. Oooh I miss Hermes, a little, but Hermes was so anti-social. If only I can grab Maru and hug him and cuddle with him ZOMG! Waaaaa~! True love!</content>
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    <title>Itchy Itchy</title>
    <published>2009-07-17T04:09:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-17T04:09:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Broke out in itchy spots from don't know what. Must be allergic reaction to anti-allergy meds hurhur.</content>
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