<?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-10767162</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:11:26.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10767162.post-114132211894886893</id><published>2006-03-02T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:55:18.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;gawd. its been a longgg longg time since i last updated n i kinda forgot i have a blog.. how mean. well im back and im old now. i looked at the pictures on 'rosies profile' and goshhh.. i was young.. tat picture was taken when i was fifteen? sixteen? and im eighteen now! holy shmokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;my life is quite different now too.. i will never get to update bout school again..  no more updates bout examination stress.. or how boring the day went in school.. cos i am no more a student.  i am old. how sad.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;quite a lot of things happened after o's examinations.. especially right after 2005 ended.. i got a new job.. a new close friend.. and exactly when the clock striked twelve, i got a new sweetheart. heeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i worked at a motorola factory in yio chu kang with a new friend, semot. gosh tat place was a hell hole. the workers there were mostly no mannered foreigners. they would shout at ur face with no hesitation lyk as tho u're a dog.  fer the first few days i thought everyone there was lyk tat. but it was alright after working there for a week. in fact most of them were nice actually.. except for the leaders dat is. i made a few friends from different different countries. lyk thailand.. myanmar.. malaysia.. philippines.. and when they tried speaking english, they're cute as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;altho workin there wasnt reallie a pleasant experience.. there still is a few sweet memories not to forget. lyk me and semot became good friends.. foreign colleagues sharing stories bout their life back in their homeland.. and the way my colleagues tease me whenever i'm on the phone with firdaus when we jus got together at tat time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;enuff bout motorola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;well o's result was yuck. i got 4 credits. el b3, malay a2, geog and comb humans a c6. u dun wanna noe bout the rest. and finally now, i have applied for the school that i've been wanting to enter since i dunno when.. Cosmoprof! my first class will be on 2nd of may. grrgrr i can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;for now, im totally broke and i need to get a new job. fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;till then.&lt;/div&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-114132211894886893?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114132211894886893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=114132211894886893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/114132211894886893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/114132211894886893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-old.html' title='i&apos;m old.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10767162.post-113398537383712484</id><published>2005-12-07T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:50:28.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;havent been updating cos i have been stayin home and nothin much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;my sister's boyfriend's dad jus died a few hours ago. cause of death: kidney failure. how sad. i was in a state of shock for about a few minutes. i'll be goin melawat tomorrow morning. tat is if i'm well enuff. i hope so. his last words for my sister was. "promise me. marry my son... please?" gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i am feeling sooperbly feverish right now. i tried sleepin but i couldnt. the feeling got worse when i dun do anythin. so i turned on the tv and the computer. now i feel a little bit better. but still. i'm freezing and shivering yet i'm sweating. my head feels lyk bursting. i drank lyk 5 glasses of water already. i hate it when i get fever. cos mine will always be high fever. as high as 40+ degree celcius. damnn. feel so alone. i hate to be alone when i'm sick. i need to at least talk to sumone. but i can't bear to wake anyone up. i feel lyk dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113398537383712484?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113398537383712484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113398537383712484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113398537383712484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113398537383712484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/12/fever.html' title='fever.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113368869712142718</id><published>2005-12-04T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:34:49.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homegirl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;stayed home yesterday and today. how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i dreamt of spaghetti yesterday night. so when i woke up i reallie felt lyk eating it. so yeah. i asked mom for money and volunteered to cook today. went to shop at noon alone. how makcik. i made spaghetti and as always. its delicious. BAAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was takin a nap (penat masak la konon) when my dad suddenly woke me up askin me to order pizza. how heavenly. everytime i open my eyes its food that i hafta think about. ahhah. so yeah. ordered pizza and the delivery boy was a decent chinese guy. how boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;right now my tummy is filled with italian food. mcm paham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the punishment for that is: GYM TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumthin is wrong with this blogger thingy. i can't seem to change the time that states when i update. so yea. the 'purred at' time is totally wrong. even my tagboard is spoilt i guess. wait. why do i bother? i dun think anyone is reading my blog anyway. nyaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"if you got an eerie feelin after hanging up the phone. a sort of happy feeling but you're not sure what its called. oh no, i think i'm in love with you." - Mocca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113368869712142718?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113368869712142718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113368869712142718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113368869712142718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113368869712142718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/12/homegirl.html' title='homegirl.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113359642573174837</id><published>2005-12-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:08:32.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;this few days. people have been saying that i'm fair. i have been fair all my life and why is it only dis few days they start telling me? weird. AHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not THAT fair anyway. snow's fairer. you people are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a saturday at home cos i dun feel lyk going anywhere. i wanna be a good girl and all girly dolly today. bathe in the tub. buff and polish my nails. trim my brows. shave my legs. and wait by the phone. HEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;snegem snegem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113359642573174837?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113359642573174837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113359642573174837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113359642573174837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113359642573174837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/12/weird.html' title='weird.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113344635324550350</id><published>2005-12-01T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T06:21:52.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its cold out there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;went for a coffee with mister drummer. heeh. i'm reallie sorrie if i was too quiet. i am usually lyk that whenever i meet up with sumone for the first time. cos i can't seem to think of anythin to say. MALU LAH KONON. heh. oh. thanks a lot fer the coffee and the ride! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;other than that. i didnt do much the whole day. i am such a lame person and i need a friggin job. but i dun wanna work. hmm. in other words. i just want money! is dat possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113344635324550350?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113344635324550350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113344635324550350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113344635324550350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113344635324550350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-cold-out-there.html' title='its cold out there.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113337499538456213</id><published>2005-11-30T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:25:37.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woopeedoo.</title><content type='html'>finally i stayed home. a whole day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;yesterday's outing was great. thanks to riq for inviting me! his friends were reallie nice. i thought i would feel really out of place. but it turned out fine for me. the mister blanja-er, faez or faiz. however you spell it. he brought us to dis yatch club. a beautiful place by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;so there were lyk more than a dozen of people following him. frm a few different bands. and i was there too. sesat. ahhahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he burned his pocket after blanja-ing all of us cos it totalled up to 700 plus dollars! thats almost a thousand man. tsk tsk. what a generous mannn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the food. there were a packet of ciggies for everyone. but of cos i didnt want it. a bottle of beer for everyone. and of cos i didnt take it too. and a small tub of haagen daz ice cream. of cos i took it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. thank you. thanks a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i feel lyk kissing snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113337499538456213?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113337499538456213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113337499538456213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113337499538456213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113337499538456213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/woopeedoo.html' title='woopeedoo.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113317167546774560</id><published>2005-11-28T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:54:35.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest idiot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;the visit to nora's place was great. since we were all  broke to the core. we bought baked beans, bread and maggi for the sake of the fun eating together.  ahhahah. and nora's baby, shasha, is reeealie cute! she's a lot lyk nora now. and i mean A LOT. her reactions to many things reallie show how much she'll grow up to be lyk her mom. i just hope that she will have a good life ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;thanks to nora we're all aunties and uncles now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i dun plan to go out today. i wanna rest cos i have been going out every single day for almost a week now. and i'm drained. however. this fats still hafta go. treadmill here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;auntie rosie out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113317167546774560?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113317167546774560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113317167546774560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113317167546774560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113317167546774560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/rest-idiot.html' title='rest idiot.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113303623874343232</id><published>2005-11-27T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:18:50.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>golly gee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;jus came back from the gig at substation. friggin lots of things to write about but i aint got the mood too. pms sucks to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh. riq broke his arm jusnow. and he's warded. take care of that arm mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics will be up. I GUESS. i'm so friggin lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out. to. i have no idea where. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113303623874343232?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113303623874343232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113303623874343232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113303623874343232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113303623874343232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/golly-gee.html' title='golly gee.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113296475160179808</id><published>2005-11-26T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:34:36.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;met 'mamasan' jenna for the first time yesterday. we didnt haf anythin to do at home so we thought maybe jus meetin up would be fun. but we were kinda bored cos there was nothin to do and nothin to look at. how boring. there were no eyecandies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;met up with besties after that but i was too sleepy to laugh with em. i yawned more. lyk hello. i haven't been sleepin right for 2days! i was suppose to meet rusty in town cos he had his prom night and badly wanted me to see him in his coat. ahahah. how cute. but i couldn't wait for him any longer cos at 1030 i was already half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i headed home and finally got my beauty sleep. WITH MY MAKE UP STILL ON. yea. what a sleepin beauty. baaha! but i dun understand. why am i up this early?! i want more sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i need a new hp. my motorola phone is definitely spoilt and i'm currently usin my sis's fiance's old phone. an LG phone. everythin bout it is fine except that everyone seems to be complaining about how soft my voice is. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i need a new mobile = i need money = i need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;oh, and i need more sleep! please eyes please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles canoodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113296475160179808?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113296475160179808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113296475160179808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113296475160179808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113296475160179808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113286263105528169</id><published>2005-11-25T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T12:03:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>world ugliest dog just died.</title><content type='html'>i friggin cried lookin at dis. &lt;a href="http://samugliestdog.typepad.com/blog/"&gt;http://samugliestdog.typepad.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt; . i knoe. call me a crybaby. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;tagged along n watched The Sally's jammin session since i haf nothing better to do. i realised that i never ever went to their gigs before. i didnt even buy their cd. ahhahah. what a supportive friend. but i can say that they're totally improvin. they're nothin lyk back then in secondary school. hope they'll make it to the top. heeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have met with an accident if not for sally. i didnt eat the whole day and i was so giddy and i felt lyk puking. i couldnt really think. i wanted to cross the road even tho there was a motorcyle nearing. friggin near i tell ya. luckily selet was there. i love you selet. thank you for saving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i don't feel lyk going out tomoro. a friday night at home. cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zombie out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113286263105528169?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113286263105528169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113286263105528169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113286263105528169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113286263105528169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/world-ugliest-dog-just-died.html' title='world ugliest dog just died.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113280733670694596</id><published>2005-11-24T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:16:02.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need my beauty sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;damn. i didnt sleep the whole night yesterday and tucked myself to bed only at 6.00 in the morning. and i couldnt friggin sleep! i tossed and turned till my body ached. sheesh. i hate it when this happens. now i don't think i can go out layter today. cos obviously i will look lyk a dead dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;lookin at the house in a whole lot of mess pisses me off. i clean up every single morning and it will be messy again the next. so what am i? a maid or sumthin? i seriously think i haf lots in common with cinderella. firstly. i haf two elder sisters. not so mean but friggin lazy. they never clean the hse i tell you. NEVER. secondly. i always hafta clean up their mess. thirdly. my curfew's at twelve. HAH. ok dats out of topic. my mom's friends always tell her "untong ada anak dara tiga. mesti rumah teratur." teratur my ass. if not fer me. i bet the hse would be in a run down situation right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;the house on top of mine gives me the creep. the door is always closed lyk as tho no one is livin in it. but i'm sure there is. and recently many loud noises came from it. it'll start in the wee hrs of the mornin. at around 3 or 4. and it will go on all the way till noon the next day. noises such as shifting chairs lyk as tho they change position of their sofa sets every night. some bangings. and the scariest shit of all is. loads of running sounds. lyk a big fat momma running as fast as she could and then she'll stop. and then she'll start runnin again. who would wanna do dat 3 am in the morning till noon? every single day? scary but true. and my whole family is wondering. hmm. what could it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113280733670694596?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113280733670694596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113280733670694596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113280733670694596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113280733670694596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-my-beauty-sleep.html' title='i need my beauty sleep.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113278191578055989</id><published>2005-11-24T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:47:06.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, helmet head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i haf no idea whuds up wit me. its my first day of *ehem* and i'm suppose to be moody. but i am jumping and dancing around instead. yes. WEIRD BUT TRUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. i mean justnow, my day was alright. i slept for 12 hrs. how piggy is that? then went to maria's cos we were suppose to hit the gym. but detoured to the salon instead and i chopped off my hair. its shorter now but not really short. it looks a little lyk helmet but i dun give a shit. i dyed it too. but its still darn black as always. something is really wrong with my hair. GOSH I NEED TREATMENT. how i wish sumone would come up to me and say "hey ma'am. would you lyk to be our guinea pig for our new hair treatment machine? FOR FREE? i can't stand lookin at your hair cos it looks lyk shit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of going for an interview at dfs. but jenna was too busy to entertain my 101 qns bout the job. NYEH. so yea. maybe tmr. or the day after tmr. or the day after.. after.. after.. the thing is. i'm not sure if they hire fat people. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i'm falling sick. my whole family is. must be the weather. its friggin cold even the tiles feels lyk as tho u're walkin on ice. so i hafta walk around the house in flipflops. i hope snow wont fall sick. cos its sad if he's sick. he won't be able to tell anyone. poor kitty. i love you honey. dun fall sick alright. maybe i should get 4 tiny home slippers for him? and a kitty furry sweater?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i wonder how the 10 kitties downstairs are doing. i havent been giving them food. cos two of my favourites are missing. i know i'm being bias. heh. but i'm sure the others are not starving cos there are about 3 other nyonyas who would go down thrice a day to give em food. however. i will resume becoming mama cat very soon. i miss all of em loads. for now i hope they're doing fine with the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for now. i feel lyk a zombie. its five thirty in the morning. gawd. go and get some sleep, Pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles canoodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113278191578055989?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113278191578055989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113278191578055989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113278191578055989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113278191578055989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-helmet-head.html' title='hey, helmet head.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113264684001938193</id><published>2005-11-22T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:07:20.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O . OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;friggin o's is finally over. the end. OVER. OVERRRRRRRRRR! WHOOHOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;last words that i have been waiting for: "You may now leave the hall." WOOPEEDOOPEEDOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;no more secondary school life fer me. SAD. but hey. O'S IS OVER! fun life in secondary has ended a year ago anyway. when my besties n some best buddies graduated and left me in school all alone. LONER. ahhaah. so all this while i dragged myself to school. and guess what. its OVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;now its a beginning of a new journey. i hafta start thinking of what i wanna do next. i haf a feeling my results is gonna be fugly. the answer for this: COSMOPROF. actually the answer is the cause of my complacency. heeeh. i can't wait to join cosmoprof mann. HELPP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;before that. i need to get a job. i need to get some income at least. any jobs available?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i want to work as a zookeeper!! its weird but totally cool! do i need any certs for that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;stuffing food into sealions mouth. brushing orangutans body hair. scooping rhino's shit. oh gosh how cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;alright enuff of all that. lets talk about now. NOW i need to take a shower and kick my own butt to the gym. go fatso go~!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113264684001938193?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113264684001938193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113264684001938193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113264684001938193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113264684001938193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-over.html' title='O . OVER'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-113198781173478316</id><published>2005-11-15T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:07:14.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>groovyyy babyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;lyk ohmygoshly shitttt.&lt;br /&gt;i totally miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;TO THE COREEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after for quite sometime not checkin my blog.. suddenly i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i feel lyk kissing this page. muah muah muah. dis is so my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;alright. lets start on a new post. someone's mad cos my blog have always been "HELLO JEDER" nyaaha! sorrie mr khairi. here's your long awaited update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i am havin my o's now. and i know i shouldn't be here updating but whatdaheck. i miss blogging. besides. so far the papers were friggin tough. so yea. COSMPROF HERE I COME. WHOOOOOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i am currently stuck to the song my humps by black eyed peas. its eew to some but hey. its sexyyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;"....whud you gonna do with all that junk all that junk inside that trunk?...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;raya dis year was 'ala kadar'. HAHAHA. i went visiting only on the first day of raya. and then with besties justnow. its was alright. kinda tiring. pics will be up soon i guess. i'm just too lazy to upload. oh God. why am i so lazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;i haf a 'personal trainer' now. AHAHA. a major hottie. dun kembang pantat. his name is alvin. aka pantat. aka disgusting. aka piku. aka ass. he's suppose to help me lose weight. lets see how well he'll do the job. bluek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;snow's alright. he has now found a new position when he sleeps. spine at the back and show off his tits kinda position. i love you snow. can i bite your tail again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;okay now i'm sleepy. i hafta sleep early today cos gonna meet up with mr piku tmr. gotta help him find a shoe for his graduation night. once a piku. always a piku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;bounce bounce bounce awayyyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-113198781173478316?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113198781173478316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=113198781173478316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113198781173478316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/113198781173478316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/11/groovyyy-babyy.html' title='groovyyy babyy.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-112229384833475821</id><published>2005-07-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T06:06:57.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hallo jeder!</title><content type='html'>owkay. so after reading my title for today. u must be wondering who the hell is jeder? nyaha! well jeder is not a person. jeder means 'everyone' in german. i need to start learning their language cos i want to look for a german boyfriend. RYTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real story goes lyk dis. i wanted to add a friend on msn and his email add is.. say for example creativ59. but added wrongly. i added creativ58 instead. skali org german daaaaa. and his english is friggin rabak i tell you. if it wasn't fer his sizzling hot dp at which i think its a picture of himself. i wouldn't haf bothered to chat with him. baaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our conversation was alryte. him askin me where im from and all dat. "where came u from?" "are you how old?" until i think he's tired of using all his energy on his brain. lastly he said "speak german or go away" AHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat is exactly the reason why i think being multilingual is necessary. u dun want to be halau-ed lyk dat. heahaae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olryte. german hot stuffs aside. back to my oh so boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel dat i only haf a life on weekends. at least i get to meet my friends and get to laugh my ass off as much as i want to. other than weekends. frm mondays to fridays. its the same routine every single day draggin myself to school in the morning. sum classes going on after school. reach hm at five. sleep. watch tv. and sleep again. GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumthin bloody happened in school today. we were having our pe lesson playing basketball. dun ask me how but instead of going into the basket, the ball went straight to my face. ahaha! and so. my lips was bleeding. its ouch owkay. but of course. &lt;i&gt;muke kene maintain!&lt;/i&gt; ryte now. i feel dat i haf sexy lips. ITS GOLLY BIG. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if you're irritated or whudever. but i jus feel lyk typing dis.&lt;br /&gt;meow meow meow meow meow meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. im terribly sorry for not replying to the previous tags. i tried but i couldnt. heeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-112229384833475821?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/112229384833475821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=112229384833475821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/112229384833475821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/112229384833475821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/07/hallo-jeder.html' title='hallo jeder!'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111954442150706576</id><published>2005-06-24T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:42:44.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL SICK.</title><content type='html'>i am feeling sooo insecure. thanks to my heavy self. it wont stop bothering me. i dun think i'll be updating about my friggin life till i am happy about myself. its killing me lyk crazy. crying almost everyday is no fun i tell you. but diets and gym is starting to bore me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. i hafta achieve my goal! I AM UNDER RENOVATION! toodles. *roaaaaaaaaaar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latest fatso ruler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/weighty.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18?! *GULP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111954442150706576?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111954442150706576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111954442150706576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111954442150706576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111954442150706576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-feel-sick.html' title='I FEEL SICK.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111825102903422654</id><published>2005-06-09T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:27:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>less and less.</title><content type='html'>some make overs and make unders dat happened todae:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big projection teevee is spoilt now. golly. so we downgraded and had it replace wif a tv dat has been in my sis's room fer years. so everyone behind the camera is living in a smaller world now. i hafta start squinting my eyes more to read the subtitles. grrrr. yes. totally make under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clipped off my toenails and it looks short and neat now. a make over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to maria's to visit her. she was feelin kinda sick becos of yesterdae's surgery. gotta say dis. u look kinda cute without *ehem ehem* . serious! mosdefinitely a make over babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poo-ing is a chore nowadaes. sumthing is reallie wrong wif my tummy and its getting bigger and bigger everydae! but still. i added stuffs to my tummy todae and so its a make underrrrrrrrr-taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. thanks to maria. some of my hair was chopped off. and its a lot lot lot lighter now. again. the hairdresser was lyk "u sure u want to cut bangs??! ur face will look rounder u noe!" lyk i dun give a shit anymo. i've been wanting bangs fer years and dats whud hairdressers haf been saying. they usually got so dramatic lyk "i'd rather u dun cut at all than cut it to bangs u noe." or worse. "aiyer. u pay me fifty oso i dun want to cut for you." and dis time. i made sure i'll get whud i want. and so. i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNEAK PREVIEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/nu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;make over? make under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually lyk it! i mean. its not DAT bad.  jus cover the sleepy face and fat cheeks. its nice!stoopid hairdressers. i could haf gotten dis hair years ago! *&amp;amp;^$%#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. toodles! *flips new hair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111825102903422654?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111825102903422654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111825102903422654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111825102903422654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111825102903422654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/06/less-and-less.html' title='less and less.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111817714161945801</id><published>2005-06-08T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:45:41.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>golly salina.</title><content type='html'>ITS 4.45 AM IN THE MORNING AND I CAN'T SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE IS AWAKE TO TALK TO ME ON THE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;AND IM HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111817714161945801?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111817714161945801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111817714161945801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111817714161945801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111817714161945801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/06/golly-salina.html' title='golly salina.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111817118199477647</id><published>2005-06-08T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:09:05.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crash-updating</title><content type='html'>as i said. i'll update as and when i haf the mood to. and besides. i dun think anyone is reading anywae. baaahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last umm. i can't remember when exactly. friday i guess. the gruk gruk kids turned into dogs cos all of us realised dat we all enjoy eating bones together. not jus ordinary bones. but red and bloody ones. here are sum pics of us dogging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/blogshiet/xc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncultured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/blogshiet/bvc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbarians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/blogshiet/fdv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helping fellow barbarians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/blogshiet/bv.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female barbarians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/blogshiet/burok.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horny barbarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/blogshiet/reggg.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my primary school kiddies. lyk reallie. a lot. we all should go out together dis holidays kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seventeen. and i haf curfew. lyk sucky sooper fucken early curfew. sucks. especially when u're not at all close to ur parents. u're not able to share stuffs u go through with them. so. the trust is not there. so everytime they start shouting at u. u are so use to it dat u'll go "whatever...''&lt;br /&gt;how i hope my parents are understanding. yeaaa. dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly. i have dis long red line exactly in the center of my forehead. i dunno since when it has been there and i dunno whud exactly it is. but it looks kinda scary. maybe im the next potter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually. there's nothing much dat i wanna update about. so. lemme share some ugly chilling out session photo wif my gurlfrens. its fucken ugly. and no. its not edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;REVEALED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nini breaking. bones. spectator: maria &amp; sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/cart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak drunkard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/gsdd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/cau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. whuds the purpose of dis photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/foot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111817118199477647?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111817118199477647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111817118199477647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111817118199477647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111817118199477647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/06/crash-updating.html' title='crash-updating'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111695010604486352</id><published>2005-05-27T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:36:14.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>capricorn grrls*</title><content type='html'>my sis printed out some star sign shit. here's mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tall slim, cool and quiet woman.&lt;i&gt;*ok. first sentence aje dah bedek! AHAHAH!*&lt;/i&gt; once she is mad she can be very fierce. she can work better than some men and she is very high confident woman. in her opinion, woman is not just a flower or decoration at home or at an office and certainly not a weak sex who needs protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she likes to control and hide her weak emotions. she will never try to change anyone, but she will learn to accept them as they are. if she does not like someone, she will not comments or criticize but she will completely ignore that person.&lt;i&gt;*GOLLY. totally!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hate plastic and an artificial flower because it make her feel that you are not being sincere. &lt;i&gt;*GULP. sum accurate shit huh.*&lt;/i&gt; she loves real flower and its scent. she loves a guy who wears after shave cologne. if you are a type of a guy who wears your jeans one month before washing, or wear an old sneeaker, then you can forget about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves music and nature even there is a rare case otherwise. she loves to go picnic in nature, so if you don't have so much time for her, you can take her fishing too.&lt;i&gt; *NO NO! not FISHING!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is not as jealous as aquarius or leo woman. but do not cross the line ok. better not to see she gets mad, especially in front of public when she feels lyk loosing face. she loves to make up and dress perfectly and very neat, so never rush her for this matter.&lt;i&gt; *if u rush me, i sebat.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has her own goal in life and does not care if you have a doctorate degree or not, if she thinks you are not bright then she will not care about you at all. she lyks smart people by character not by certificate shown. if you cannot show her dis quality, go and take a bus and go to the next stop.&lt;i&gt;*whoaa, mane pey bagos aku ni. AHAHHA.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she does not lyk a dreamer who talks about his dreams but never put his hands in action to make it happen. don't bother to tell her "everyone is doing it, u should do it too', or "i think you should do it, its good for you", because she will do what she wants to do only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a neat and tidy person, so if your apartment is a pig sty, do not take her there. if you go out on a date with her, try to be presentable such as nice and clean dress, clean nails or else it will be you last date.&lt;i&gt; *kan die dah warning.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a cool type and will not nag, so easy on your ears. she is a slow &lt;i&gt;*sedap betol kene slow* &lt;/i&gt;but sure type. she will alwaes respect and honor you and will never try to make you loose your face. if she loves you, she will help you in anything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lyks to help people and expect nothing in return. if she asks you for a favor and does not get one, she will feel very disappointed. she has a high hope and a high faith and beliefs in her own confident than believing in luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she is your wife, you will have nice and clean home and gourmet cooking. if your parents visit your house, they will be please. she is a 3 in 1 means, a perfect mother, a perfect housewife, a perefect wife or you could say "happily ever after".&lt;i&gt;* DATS IT. who wants to marry me now? AHAHAHA!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i usually dun believe in all dis. but. dis is sum accurate shit. coincidence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;toodles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111695010604486352?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111695010604486352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111695010604486352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111695010604486352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111695010604486352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/05/capricorn-grrls.html' title='capricorn grrls*'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111693800447216123</id><published>2005-05-24T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T07:45:18.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update u PIG!</title><content type='html'>owkay. there's SO many. SO SO many things dat i wanna blog about. believe me. i've been wanting to blog but i kept on procrastinating. so i better start blogging now. ryte now before the laziness strikes again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i would lyk to sae a BIG BIG BIG SORRY TO SALWAH about todae. i was suppose to meet her at 330 jusnow cos i asked her to accompany me to np. but i slept. damn it. yes i friggin slept! omg. who in dis world would sleep when u're suppose to meet sumone! and for dat sally. im SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! i totally understand if u're mad at me! SORRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i was browsing thru fae's shutterfly and i saw the trip to nora's place pics!! i so should post the pics up cos her baby is soooooper cute!! i can't remember her name but i think its sumthin lyk shasha. heh. &lt;i&gt;pandai2 aje name anak org asal boleh sebat.&lt;/i&gt; i hope everything will go well for nora, my childhood bestfriend, and her family. i love nora to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;she's so cute! oh shasha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/baby.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;beloved bestfriend and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;a hottie is carrying her. guess who. *ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/sweat.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, about a month ago, we had dis pit going on at sentosa. omg. i can't believe im updating about stuffs dat happened months ago! ahahha! oh well~ its still fresh in my head ryte now but it might not be in 30 years time. so lemme jus update for the sake of dat. the pit was owkay but not as fun as last year's. maybe cos the so called chalet was too deep deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeky grrls on our wae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/bus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once izwan manis.. dats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/manis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;i&gt;sebarang scrabble game&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/scr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jim zapin the rockstar &lt;i&gt;ngorok &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/ngorok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gruk gruk inc. kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, we celebrated maria's bdae at clarke quay, treated her wif seafood dat she have been craving for. the stingray was ryte in front of her eyes and i was happy to see her happy. hee~ it may not be the best birthday celebration, but i do hope she lyked it! oh and maria, the next bdae celebration we gonna have. u better stop calling us to spoil our plan and FUCK OFF. bleaah! love marination toooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our wae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pose mau lebih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before pengantin's arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pengantin's arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamuan besar besaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here kitty kitty~ come to mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meow* means wishing maria a happy bdae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perempuansss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maria is 1 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets all kiss the bdae girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the celebration was a success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v236/guatemali/ZALINA/DSC06108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifthly, i haf no idea how many times i poo-ed todae. all thanks to the sauna cream. my dad thought it was edible and scolded me fer bringing in food to his room. bwaaha! lucky thing he didn't spray it into his mouth lyk whipped cream. &lt;i&gt;HABES. sebulan dudok dalam toilet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixthly, owkay wait, is dat the right spelling? or sixsthly?, k whudever, mid year examination is finally over. it was such a torture fer me during dat period cos i kept on having dreams about me taking examinations whenever i sleep or even taking a short nap. my brain would be so drained after dat. dat is exactly the reason why i was alwaes and i mean ALWAES tired. and now. my o's is nearing. mt paper is dis coming monday! oh my gosh kan?! how time flies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventhly (i dun care if its the wrong spelling), im gonna eat pizza tomoro! as promised, my drama teachers will treat us pizza and boy~ i can't wait! its been so long since i last ate pizza! nyummm. miss it miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sucha long entry. i better end it here. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111693800447216123?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111693800447216123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111693800447216123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111693800447216123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111693800447216123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/05/update-u-pig.html' title='update u PIG!'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111510934880015733</id><published>2005-05-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T01:35:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm dead already.</title><content type='html'>had my english paper jusnow.  my first paper. and i haf a feeling dat im dead olready. im not sure of  the format dat should be used fer the second section. i did a formal letter. some ppl said its suppose to be a proposal. ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passage b of the comprehension was a killer. i could not understand whud the hell it was talkin about. i read it fer about three times which took much of my time. and my summary. ok dun wanna sae anythin bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its malay paper tomoro. im not sure if i already understand the meanings of most of the peribahasa.  i dunno where's my list of it. so. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only heard stories about you. and i never even met you but im beginning to hate you. u stoopid bitch. u treat urself lyk a princess and expect others to do the same. i feel lyk knocking ur head.  scream at the top of my voice at ur ears saying, "who do you think u are?!" stoopid bitch. u treat ppl lyk dogs and u dun even care about how they feel. i can't believe u are dat dumb. serves u right u are the trash now. dun make a big fuss out of it. u deserve it. why give urself to him if u're gonna make his life horrible after dat? u urself noe dat it is a big mistake. why learn it the hard wae? dunt u haf eyes to see? dis is all happening around u. and dun jus push the blame to the other party. its all your fault too. stoopid bitch. oh, and dun pretend to be nice when u're actually not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand why there  is  a need fer people to be mean. can't u jus be nice? whuds wrong wif you up there? urgh. i jus can't stand dis kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of others before u think of urself. please learn and practice dis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for dat. i shall end my entry here. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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division boys team playin against raffles institution. boy, it was sucha tough game. if i am one of the player i tell ya. terkencing kencing kat base. but oh well. we didn't win it. r.i beat us 4-0. but its olryte. tho we're not the champion. we got second in the whole of singapore. i still remember how our softball team was lyk back then. we didnt win a single tournament. even if we did. confirm ngan skolah pekak pekak. itu pon happy gilee. heeh. its the improvement dat matters. mmhmmm. im so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed out on quite a lot of things. regular outings wif besties. latest news. latest gossips. nyeeah. i miss my besties soo. tho we met fer awhile jus now. it was not enuff cos maria wasn't wif us. i wonder when will the complete set go out again. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having my mid year examinations next week. no. in two daes time. i dun think im ready fer it. so. good luck to me. and. my math is really bad as hell. its at the tip of my foot readily waiting fer me to kick it down the drain. grr. how i wish i could do dat. oh, and my chemistry too. and biology. u'huh u'huh geography. okok. queue up please~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. dats it fer now i guess. i'll update when i update. heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i have a picture of him* nyaah nyaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111497662653755714?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111497662653755714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111497662653755714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111497662653755714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111497662653755714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/05/latest-update.html' title='latest update:'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111322673194400968</id><published>2005-04-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T06:38:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meow-hooo!</title><content type='html'>todae is sucha great dae. good news one after another. i sooo hafta blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during morning assembly todae. my vp was tellin us about how successful our speech dae was and the many many good comments ppl gave. i was sittin there and i was lyk.. "whudda.. speech dae was a week ago and he's still babbling bout it.." skali. the next thing he said flattered me lyk crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i would lyk to give a special mention to rosalina of 4a3. one of our audience was so amazed by her performance dat the person took the effort to get her a present hoping dat she will.. bla bla." i was so shocked dat i didnt  pay attention to whud he said. nyaaah! the whole school clapped fer me while i was makin my wae to the front. all the teachers standing by the side was lyk "pull down ur skirt rosalina".. "u need to lengthen ur skirt already" in a smiling wae. konon takde paper aah tu. aaaha! sempat sakk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now tell me how touched i am. belom apape dah ade fan. NYAHAA! wonder who is dat kind soul mann. i feel so encouraged now. nyeaah. the present is 2 kittens. as in soft toy laa. friggin cute! totally appreciate it. mcm tau gitu i lyk cats! meeeeeow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owkay. another good news is orchid park's wind orchestra got a GOLD WIF HONOR fer their syf! lyk omg! i heard dat only band with world class standard will get gold! cos usually. even how good u are. its friggin difficult to get a gold. the most u'll get is a silver. and bearing in mind dat the past syf. our band only got a cert of participation. i think they did a great job! lots and lots of effort was put in! aaaah! happynyeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owkay soo. choir got a silver fer their syf. band got a gold. i bet dance is gonna get sumthin cos their dance is a beauty. i love it lyk crazy. now. the pressure is on drama. haaah. we'll see whud happens next wednesdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fer now. snap back to reality. i got social studies test tomoro. shucks. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111322673194400968?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111322673194400968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111322673194400968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111322673194400968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111322673194400968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/04/meow-hooo.html' title='meow-hooo!'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111303863313125091</id><published>2005-04-09T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T02:23:53.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sh-sh-shakinnnnn</title><content type='html'>CHIS betol. actually i already updated a few days ago owkay. its not dat i didnt. u will hafta scroll down to see whud i mean. go on. go on scroll....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not my fault owkay. its blogger's fault dat my previous entry didnt appear. bleaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start updating AGAIN about how tiring my life is. i better stop cos u will die out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haf been wanting to sae dis. but i didnt get the chance to. prolly becus im not brave enuff to say it face to face. here goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;well bunny. i love you. i knoe dat all dis while i haf not been a good listener. i tend to jus shut up and let u do the talking whenever u start telling me your problems. im reallie sorry. the reason behind it is. i haf already expected it. im sorry dat i was not even shocked when i heard the news. im sorry dat my reaction was wae wae different frm the first time it happened. i didnt want to sae much cos im afraid dat u will not agree wif whud i sae. u may think dat i dun understand how u feel. or maybe i dun understand whud love is. but all i want is the best fer you. and frm whud i see. dis so called love. is not it.&lt;br /&gt;i am happy dat u are trying ur best to move on wif life. and i can't wait fer u to be my jovial alwaes laughing hunny bunny dat i first get to knoe 5 yrs ago. cos in case u didnt realise. u haf changed eversince ya noe~ about a year ago. u can alwaes come running to me when u need a shoulder to cry on. i will never fail to be there to give u a hug and be the one tapping on ur back.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: look ahead of you. there's so many things in dis world dat can make u smile. rather than sticking to one thing dat keeps on hurting you. i love you bunny. muacks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.. i've not been active on the net fer quite sumtime. and i miss quite a lot of people. dun ever think dat im sombong if i dun chat wif you whenever i get the chance to go online fer awhile. i'm usually online to do my project. u dunno how badly i want to chat wif you all night long compared to going to school feeling hurt fer almost 12 hrs everydae. reminisces. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give everyone big fat smoochy kisses. muacks muacks muackssssssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah. dun get mad if i dun update. special mention. sally. nyeeeh.&lt;div 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title='sh-sh-shakinnnnn'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111245878219765525</id><published>2005-04-02T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:52:54.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soprano Power!</title><content type='html'>oh well. my blog has been dead fer quite sumtime. i'm sorrie to all who came here and got sick and tired of seeing the 'wakey wakey' entry. heh. i seriously dun haf the time. i dun even haf the time to watch television anymore. sheesh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. it has been owkay fer me. school's lyk my second home now. fer the past few weeks rehearsals fer the speech dae was my priority. and todae. its all over. my last speech dae performance fer my school. how sad. nyek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was nervous lyk crazy when i was waiting fer my turn backstage. the feeling was worst than ever cos it was my first time performing all by myself. usually i will haf my friends by my side feeling nervous too and so we will all try to comfort each other. but todae. everyone who tried comforting me didnt know how i felt. so urh. it didnt work. i could haf puked anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. as alwaes. it all happened really fast. audience's laughter made me feel satisfied dat i did even more fer them. haaah~. the feeling was soo nice. and widout me realising it. it was over. weeks and weeks of practice was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so so touched by everyone who came to me. shaked hands and wished me congrats. everyone said dat my item was the highlight fer the whole concert. golly gee. everythin they said reallie touched my heart. even those whom i haf no idea who on earth they are came to tell me how much they enjoyed it and how talented they feel i am. even the vip's. golly golly golly kan?! so i guess. frm now on. they will stop calling me nyonya. salome. devil. or whudever roles dat i played. and will start callin me miss opera. sumone already did jusnow. yessaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics will be up soon i guess. dat is if i get the pics frm the cameraman. if not then too bad. u won't get to see my bapok siam stage make up. nyeahreaheahe. for sure. i will miss school after i graduate becus of all dis kind of things. but i wont miss napfa test! im having it next week! shit ah. but oh well. the last napfa test of my life! wadiho! toodles to you 2.4! u dunno how much i hate u. grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111245878219765525?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10767162.post-111147176364015144</id><published>2005-03-22T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:14:06.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wakey wakey!</title><content type='html'>oukae. due to a request. i changed the song back to mocca's my only one. hee. i'm so happy dat i made sumone lyk it. i shall now be the a&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;ssador of mocca. hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fer the first time in my life. i didnt go to school cos i overslept. heh. usually if i dun go to school. the reason will be either becos im sick. or 'step' sick. if im late fer school. i'll jus go. so. todae is history in the makin. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest we had a speech dae rehearsal. i didnt knoe my item was a SECRET item. and when it was my turn to rehearse. they closed the curtain and only some of the teachers in charge get to see it. golly. i dunno whud so special bout it tho. more lyk makin myself lookin lyk a fool. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme dis year is sumthin lyk 'old victorian'. so yesterdae. i went to the costume shop wif my teachers to pick out those big and heavy dresses wif ken kens inside. nyeeah! cute. BUT. again. im gonna look lyk a fool alone on stage singin some opera thingy. gosh. help. why do i hafta do dis ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae's trip to the costume shop was owkay. not as fun as past years when i went wif my close friends laughin our asses off tryin on different different stuffs. makin stoopid faces and dancing lyk a mad cow wif wigs on. tryin on shades wif different colours, shapes and sizes. scaring ppl wif ugly masks which was actually lame. i was serious yesterdae. cheyy. konon dah matured ah. ahahah! but yea. i felt lyk a teacher. calling the young and notorious loud ones to try on whud i had picked out fer them. heh~ i feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. reached home at abt 9 yest. can u imagine. frm 7 in the morning till 9 at night. golly. i took my shower and head straight to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;. i had a good sleep. and dat was why i overslept. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111147176364015144?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111147176364015144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111147176364015144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111147176364015144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111147176364015144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/03/wakey-wakey.html' title='wakey wakey!'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111132688240611562</id><published>2005-03-20T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T05:54:42.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!</title><content type='html'>u must think i am soo free dat i update twice in a dae. yea. no im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sooper dooper hungry jusnow and there was nothing fer me to eat. no one else was at home so die die i hafta find my own food. i went koreking the fridge and found dis chicken wing dat can be toasted. and so while toasting it. i went to the fridge again to look fer other stuffs. i heard dis SSSSSSSST sound but i didnt bother bout it cos i tot it was jus the chicken oil dripping onto the heater. skali about a few secs after dat BOOM! i turned and there was fire! golly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i panicked lyk siow. rushed to off the switch and phoo. selamat. i bet if i didnt react fast enuff. the fire would get bigger and burn the switch. if dat were to happen. only god knows whud happens to me next. pheeew~ one word i should sae. ALHAMDULILLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owkae. so todae is sucha memeningkan dae. im online the whole dae. all thanks to sally cos she was the one who asked me to come online in the morning. and now im hooked. a little secret i would lyk to share. i havent bathe. MUAAEHEAHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kopet~ kopet~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111132688240611562?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111132688240611562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111132688240611562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111132688240611562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111132688240611562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/03/fire_20.html' title='FIRE!'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111130525018848537</id><published>2005-03-20T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:51:34.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BIG mistake.</title><content type='html'>oukae. so yesterdae was rabak. ahahaha. i am awfully sorrie to my besties cos i think it all happened becos of me. golly. sorrie gile sakkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. we were all sooper malas to go to the pit at changi. but we felt sooper bad cos they haf been askin us to come over fer weeks olready. and so i thought. 'dun think about it. cepat pegi cepat balek' HAH kau~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEPAT 1)&lt;br /&gt;planned to meet at 445 but sally was late as usual. heee. waited fer them at the bustop fer one hour and off we went to tampines int we reached there at around 645.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEPAT 2)&lt;br /&gt;maries told me to take bus 19 and the pit no. is 10. skali went to take bus 10! yes yes. all thanks to me. i got it all mixed up! and also. thanks to the bus driver. cos we asked him if dat bus 10 goes to changi village and he said "yaa yaa!" pandai pandai peh apek! and so. cos the ride was takin too long and we started to realise dat we were already nearing east coast. we went to ask ah pek again fer confirmation. and dis time he said no! WHUDDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEPAT 3)&lt;br /&gt;so down the bus we went and took 10 again on the opposite side. bus 10 took its own sweet time and we ended up waiting there fer about half an hour. took pics at rumah orang peh gate and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CEPAT 4)&lt;br /&gt;boarded and alighted at another bustop. we had to take bus 2 pulak. golly. and the story goes on and on.. i dunno how many busses we took. to cut the story short. we reached changi at 9+!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. and so we thought dat was it. but NO. it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEPAT 5)&lt;br /&gt;our ride home was no less memeningkan. the bus dat we should take ended their service at 830! lyk WHUDDA AGAIN! and so we took another bus. and reached &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;ok station at around 1215.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEPAT 6)&lt;br /&gt;the girls went to take a cab and i was stranded there alone planning to take the train to ct hall to meet my sister so dat we can go home together. AND GOSH. the train towards ct hall ended at 1130!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEPAT 7)&lt;br /&gt;yeaah. best aah. and so i was there alone. panicked lyk mad. called my sis to pick me up at &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;ok instead of ct hall. heh. member bingit. HURHURHUR. and so. it took her about half an hour to reach &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so if u dun understand its ok. cos it seriously is confusing. but the bottomline is. it took almost 3 hrs of our time to reach changi. and two hours to get back. and we ended up chillin only fer awhile at the pit. sheeeeeeeeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: "follow ur heart. if u malas. then dun go."- sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics available. pics of fridae's 'step anak org kaye chill' is also available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111130525018848537?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111130525018848537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111130525018848537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111130525018848537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111130525018848537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/03/big-big-mistake.html' title='BIG BIG mistake.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-111059349577024728</id><published>2005-03-12T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:15:18.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK U ANIMAL ABUSERS!</title><content type='html'>i never i tell you. NEVER cursed lyk dis before. i bloghopped to sarah's blog and watched the video there. i knew dat it has got sumthin to do wif animals but i tot i can take it. god. i was wrong. i didnt know my reaction would be dis bad. i cried lyk a mad woman, trembling and cursing the fucking man. i couldnt take it anymore dat i closed the window after watching only 1/4 of the video. i couldn't bear to watch the poor animals being treated lyk dat. i jus feel lyk doing the fucking same thing to him lyk whud he did to the raccoons. lyk whudda fuck. I JUS FEEL LYK DOING THE FUCKING SAME THING TO HIM!!! whack his body onto the floor! cut off his legs and hands while he's screaming in pain! let him feel it! FUCK HIM! i'll smile wif satisfaction. NEVER ABUSE ANIMALS. especially not infront of me. die u animal abusers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im friggin drained. covered myself wif pillow and cried it all out and so i guess im ok now. hah. u may think im overreacting. i dunt knoe. good fer u dat u dun haf a weak heart lyk mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so~ i stopped bloggin fer quite sumtime cos i reallie dun haf the time to update. im especially sorrie to sally cos she's the only one who's mad at me cos everytime she visits my blog, it'll be 'Geylang si paku Geylang' hee. i am busy almost everydae. textbooks and notes in front of me, preparing hard fer all the tests. memorising scripts and lookin fer props fer the comin syf. helpin my mom wif loads of housework cos my sister jus got engaged last sunday and the house was in a terrible mess after the kenduri. wif all the big perioks to wash and wiping off the minyaks on the kitchen walls and floors dat mercik-ed and tumpah-ed during the mass cooking. and yea. to my besties. thanks a million dat u guys took the trouble and came to my house. totally appreciate it. muaacks~ sorrie to marination dat i didnt get to see ur girls dance. i badly wanted to watch it. but too bad it was on the same dae as my sis's happy dae. hee. but its ok. cos i believe dis won't be the last dance dat u choreograph. i bet there'll be more. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my result two daes ago and i am quite happy bout it. eventho its not dat good, but by comparing it wif all my previous results, and i mean ALL, since sec 1, dis is the best result ever. i passed 5 and all of it is either a b3, b4 or a c5. nyeah! if dis were to be my o's result. im dead. i haf no where to go. i dunt know if i will ever pass my science cos my chemistry is pulling down my bio marks. sheesh. and to combined humanities. i won't give up on u! heh. i hope i will show more improvement in my upcoming results. sedang mengayuh perlahan lahan~ hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going out. i miss takin nonsensical pictures and i miss being 'inside' the neoprint machine. i miss the 'hotstuffs hunt' and i miss sittin down and chattin while drinking frap rhu&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;. i miss tryin on bulu bulu clothes at zara. i miss my girlfriends. i miss my primary school besties. i miss laney. i miss sakeena and sarah. i miss live music. i miss the midnight conferences wif besties. i miss balas pantons wif khai romano and i miss the lead-to-nowhere chats wif abang henSem pakai blazer.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-111059349577024728?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/111059349577024728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=111059349577024728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111059349577024728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/111059349577024728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/03/fuck-u-animal-abusers.html' title='FUCK U ANIMAL ABUSERS!'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-110944062521687536</id><published>2005-02-27T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T09:57:05.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang si paku Geylang</title><content type='html'>went out wif mommy todae. actually i planned to stae home and study. but becos at the last minute, my dad need to work and so mommy asked me to follow instead. she was dying to go to geylang to get sum stuffs fer my sister's engagement dae n i dun haf the heart to let her go all by herself. nyeah. n so i followed. tak blajar lagi aku~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stuffs dat dun happen often happened todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly. i was in the train tryin hard to breathe cos everyone was sooper dooper close to each other n it was lyk as though we were breathing in each other's breath. nyeah! yeuck. then came in dis old chinese couple pushing their wae in and the husband was tryin hard to find a great spot fer his wife. i can see frm the expression of his wife's face. she was seriously disgusted to be in the train. she dressed lyk some 'tai tai' n her husband looked lyk org kaye too. they were standing ryte infront of me n dis is whud i heard them sayin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband: whoaa. u see. the train now is good. its even faster than taking a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;wife: (memberi jelingan yg maut)&lt;br /&gt;husband: the train is really clean whud. no reason for you to whine. only now a bit crowded. try and get use to it laa.&lt;br /&gt;wife: yah. u bankrupt. i suffer! (jeling maut rabak dis tym)&lt;br /&gt;husband: i oso suffer whud..&lt;br /&gt;wife: shudup. i dun want to talk now. (jeling perit habes habesan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo. ahaha. seriously. i dunno whether to laugh or whud. the wae they acted seriously doesnt suit their age. obviously they use to be a wealthy couple wif chauffers driving them to wherever they like. and got bankrupt and tryin their best to live lyk normal singaporeans. i bet its really hard for them. especially the husband. must layan the wife. nyeah. i wonder whud did the husband do till they got bankrupt. confirm bini bingit gile~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another incident happened ryte in front of me oso. we were sharing the same table wif dis old malay couple at haig road peh kedai makan due to the ramai orangness. then another mabok lookin pakcik came to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakcik mabok: assalamualaikum org ada bini!&lt;br /&gt;pakcik wif wife: walaikumsalam. eh! lama dah tak jumpe! (telling his wife) ni kawan lame saye nie!&lt;br /&gt;wife: oouh.&lt;br /&gt;pakcik wif wife: eh ape buat kat sini? sorang aje?&lt;br /&gt;pakcik mabok: datang sini nak makan laa. dah takde bini. sape nak masakkan.&lt;br /&gt;pakcik wif wife: iye. kesian. bile perginye?&lt;br /&gt;pakcik mabok: dah. dah bertahon dah. skarang lagik nak carik bini baru.&lt;br /&gt;pakcik wif wife: (shocked rabak) betol ke??&lt;br /&gt;pakcik mabok: ape nak bedek pulak. saya pon nak bini.(jeling and walked off)&lt;br /&gt;wife: kawan awak tu mcm tak betol je?&lt;br /&gt;pakcik wif wife: ntahlaa. kesian pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesian. prolly he missed being loved and taken care of by sumone. i dun blame him dat he's lookin fer another wife. eventho he looked drunk. i pity him. cos i dun think he was drunk. he was wif songkok. prolly nyanyok. haish. sad. i wonder how my golden years will be lyk. gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-110944062521687536?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/110944062521687536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=110944062521687536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110944062521687536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110944062521687536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/02/geylang-si-paku-geylang.html' title='Geylang si paku Geylang'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-110881064947944661</id><published>2005-02-19T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T02:57:29.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLLY</title><content type='html'>i was waiting the whole week fer the weekends, hoping dat i can finally haf fun after quite a tiring and boring week. but too bad. dis weekend. im gonna be bored to death. heeyeuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now at maria's place and i haf no idea whud i am doing here when i can jus go home and use my own computer. nyeh. i went to lasalle's open house wif her jusnow to check out the courses there. and after dat. i tot we can all go out together or sumthin. skali they all planning to go sentosa. haishar. and of cos. i malas wanna go through all the hassle to follow them. so. i'm not following. which means. i'll jus stae home. alone. golly. boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. the requirements to get into lasalle is much much more than i expected. demanding to the maximum. in order fer me to get into musical theatre. i will haf to knoe how to sing.dance and act. ok maybe dats not a big problem fer me but it is a problem cos i never did it professionally and i dun haf much experience. even if i ever did it before. its jus in school. and to make it worse they need us to knoe how to play the piano! lyk whudda. so musical theatre is out. i dun wanna think bout it yet. im tired of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy fer maria dat she finally applied to get into the dance course. the auditions will be soon and all the best fer her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyah.malas. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-110881064947944661?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/110881064947944661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=110881064947944661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110881064947944661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110881064947944661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/02/golly.html' title='GOLLY'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-110845723058096807</id><published>2005-02-15T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:54:19.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovey Dovey Day!</title><content type='html'>yesterdae was the greatest outing i ever had since last year when my besties was busy preparing fer o's dat we somehow drifted apart. after sucha long tym. at last. the five of us got together. jus the five of us. spending tym wif my dear bestfriends, laughing and tearing together will alwaes be the best feeling. ever. i love my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we intended to eat at polar cafe cos the food there is yummy. but unfortunately, their menu yesterdae sucks cos only sum of the food was available. and so we headed to cavana chicken rice. bleah. nyonya pms. we ordered fer one extra bowl of rice. and she didnt give it to us. and so we asked fer it. skali die marah. she said. "i give oready! u go and check ur table! i give oready!" walao. lyk hello. u think i want a bowl of haram rice frm you is it? in a bingit manner she gave us the rice and asked her manager to check our table. and when he checked. he counted the number of rice on the table and he malu. apologised many tyms. padan muke. chis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the dinner. headed to marina promenade to make ourselves comfortable sitting by the river. had a toast, of cos wif no alcohol. chocolates n sushi's. the ambience was great. all thanks to sally. we started exchanging gifts and expressing our love to each other. me and maria read messages dat we wrote for each and everyone of us. i teared when maria read her message to me. here's whud it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know how beautiful you actually are? And no awful remarks you make about yourself is going to change my mind about it. Truthfully, you're 1 of the very few people who has one of the most beautiful innerself and if there was a pageant for it, u will, without a doubt be winning it over and over again. You give so much love to others and so little to yourself. And the truth behind it all is that you're someone who deserves all the love in the world. And i dun mean people. but even ANIMALS. And your talent to cook is undeniable. It is obvious to me that god is fair. And if he was to perfect what u consider 'imperfections' then you'd already be perfect. And that wouldn't be fair for the rest of us wouldn't it? i love you salina. You better start loving yourself too. And for that, you are my element earth. Always humble, always giving, and so full of love. And like mother nature, you're beautiful babe. -Maria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. tell me who wouldn't be touched?. hee. thank you Maria. i love you too. A lot. if i dunno you guys.. i will so be....bk. AHAHA. ok 'hara..'. stop smiling. u'rs is the best. heeee.  anywaes the pics are up. all under rosie's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back home and the trip home was soooper draggy. cos i was damn sleepy and i haf to stand on the train. dammit. i didnt get to sleep properly the previous night. dat was why i was kinda weak yesterdae. and i am still sleepy todae. nyah nyah. well lots of love to everyone. gotsa get some sleep. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth! Wind! Water! Fire! Heart! When the powers combine.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-110845723058096807?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/110845723058096807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=110845723058096807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110845723058096807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110845723058096807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/02/lovey-dovey-day.html' title='Lovey Dovey Day!'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-110830450378192109</id><published>2005-02-13T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T06:27:06.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie Hell</title><content type='html'>i was thinking on how to lose sum weight when my dad turned on the tv. and surprisingly. shallow hal was on channel 5. to make it worse, the fat girl in the story was named rosie. gawd. sajak laa tu. AHAHAHAHAHA. the story was hilarious. but i did teared at sum parts. seriously touching. a good movie to show ppl dat beauty is but skin deep. to think bout it. appearance dun mean a thing. ok ok. i bet my gurlfrens are rolling their eyes while reading dis. yes. i knoe my esteem suck becus i think too much about appearance. but hey. feeling insecure is normal. especially fer a teenage girl lyk me. nyeah. im babbling nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing wif faezah yesterdae was sooperbly fun. shopping spree to the maximum and it makes us feel so good. actually not me laa. only faezah did the shopping. but i share the happiness. nyeaha. im goddamn broke man. she got fer me a top and a bag frm topshop as my bdae present. heee. thank you so so so so much darling. i can't wait fer my o's to be over so dat i can start working. earn money. and shop shop shop till i drop. aaaargh. there's so many things i need to buy! my whole wardrobe needs to be under construction. my dressing table too! and even my shoe rack! gaaawd. ok bersabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis is lyk the fifth tym sumone told me dat he or she saw me outside and was about to sae hi when i look at the person ryte at the face. but then i look awae. and becos of dat. they think i sombong oready. WALAOO. dis is bad maaan. i am not sombong. and i will never be! gosh. i am friggin potek! golly. AHAHAHHHA. as i said. i am 60% blind. u may be ryte in front of me. and i still can't see u. so. please please please. whenever u see me outside. please sae hi first. nyeahah! cos i may LOOK at you. but i didn't SEE u. hurhurhur. apologies fer my potekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little update about my gastric. it striked again yesterdae night and i wasn't able to sleep. gosh. wonder when will it go awae man. i cried on my bed softly trynna keep it low. but mom came into my room to check on me. and when she saw me crying. there she goes. started on her momsy work. took fer me obat laa. oil. air panas. bla bla. i feel so sorry fer her cos she was there all night beside me tryin her best to make me feel better. i feel lyk i menyusahkan org man. go awae gastric go awae!. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro? its jus gonna be another boring dae i guess. BUT. dat is if outing wif gurlfrens dun happen. if not. i bet its gonna be another touching all girls thingy. its not dat we r celebratin vdae. but hell. i miss my girlfriends lyk crazy. those special little little outings wif candles and fruit juices by the river. sharing secrets while eating chocolatey marshmallow. i think the proverb dat says &lt;i&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/i&gt; is 100% true. i miss us. so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's dae to all who will celebrate. toodles fer naw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-110830450378192109?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/110830450378192109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=110830450378192109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110830450378192109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110830450378192109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/02/rosie-hell.html' title='Rosie Hell'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-110818140952370328</id><published>2005-02-12T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:20:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>c'mon move ya body!</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAH. i so hafta update dis. AHAHHHAA. the gastric attacked again about 2hrs ago. and i started tossing and turning on the bed crying in pain. i wondered how come i was fine at school yesterdae and why is it painful again todae. and so i figured out dat i haf to move about. i started walking around the house. jus walk and walk frm the kitchen to my bedroom. then to mommy's. then back to the kitchen. and i got giddy after dat. and so i went out of the house. walked back and forth the corridoor. went to the sixth floor and took the lift up to the 11th and walked down the stairs. AHAHHAA. and i am fine now! so when im tired. i'll sit and i will still haf to move my body a bit. cos i can't sit still or else it'll attack again! ahahahaha. ayyaa. my body is funny man. haiyoo. im meeting faezah todae! and i can't wait! cos i can't bear to walk around the house anymore! i need a bigger space! olrytie im gone! i hafta continue walking! AHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-110818140952370328?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/110818140952370328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=110818140952370328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110818140952370328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110818140952370328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/02/cmon-move-ya-body.html' title='c&apos;mon move ya body!'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-110816943878987789</id><published>2005-02-12T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:00:12.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a serial killer.</title><content type='html'>finally. i feel happy updating cos it wont take long fer me to post it! pitas is seriously lagging to the maximum dat i can't take it anymore. and so. im a blogger under blogger naw! nyeaha. and i am so in love wif my new layout! it reminds me of josie and the pussy cats. ya knoe. im rosie and the pussy cats then. hurhurhur. i jus hope the hyperlink works. fer now. sumthin is wrong dat i can't insert the background music yet. no more secret admirer.*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to my life. dis daes haf been truly madly deeply boring. i've stayed in dis box o mine fer 3 daes straight and the only time i went out of it was yesterdae. to school. hah. and of cos. school was boring too. total defence dae. there was a fire drill and we had to of cos go to the field and wait and blabla till the school burns down. hurhur. but the best part was. we were released earlier than the usual fridaes. but actually. it doesnt make any difference to me cos i had to go back to school fer drama practice which ends at 530!. nyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIAAA. is out of town. she went to KL! and i am missing her lyk crazy. she'll be back by sundae and she will get me sumthing. AHAHA. if she doesnt i am so gonna KILL her! i can't wait fer her to be back cos i am seriously rotting at home widout her. sally is a busy woman now since she already haf a job. minah bunge. nyeaha! faezah lesap. most prolly shouting at her manager 24/7. ahahahah! and nini is busy wif school. AND PLEASE RAIHANI. I BEG U. STOP IT. U KNOE WHUD I MEAAAAAAANNNN. aku bunoh kau baru tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae. im not sure bout whud im gonna do todae. nobody is askin me out yet. will sumone pls ask me out?! golly. BUT. in case no one wants to go out.. i am gonna stae home and finish on sumthin fer sumone. HEH HEH HEH. ryte sarah.. ryte ryte... heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh dahlah. i feel lyk im updating nonsense since nothin reallie happened. olrytie toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10767162-110816943878987789?l=rosiedosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/feeds/110816943878987789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10767162&amp;postID=110816943878987789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110816943878987789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10767162/posts/default/110816943878987789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosiedosie.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-serial-killer.html' title='im a serial killer.'/><author><name>rosiedosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614422415151454631</uri><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-10767162.post-110812602575182858</id><published>2005-02-11T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T04:47:05.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TESTING TESTING 1234 TESTING CHECK MIC 12 TESTING LAH WOII TESTING TESTING TAK ABES ABES TEST TULISH SEMARANG AAH. 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