<?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-13894219</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:44:16.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ass hoLe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13894219.post-112597406816890270</id><published>2005-09-06T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:34:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Step 1&lt;br /&gt;Drink at least nine 8-ounce glasses of water a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2&lt;br /&gt;Eat at least three servings of fruits and three servings of vegetables every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3&lt;br /&gt;Just say no to alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4&lt;br /&gt;Increase your intake of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5&lt;br /&gt;Every day, cut 250 calories and burn 250 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6&lt;br /&gt;Hold the salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7&lt;br /&gt;Do strength training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112597406816890270?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112597406816890270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112597406816890270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112597406816890270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112597406816890270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/09/step-1-drink-at-least-nine-8-ounce.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112222022674270799</id><published>2005-07-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:50:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i juz lost a best fren whom i thought our friendship remain strong.. but i guess i was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i think everybody conveyed wat i wanted to say wrongly le.. hmMm.. nvm.. this is still my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say when u throw one.. then will u get a new one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is not true to frenz.. i value my frenz a lot.. and when such things happen.. it is truly very sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112222022674270799?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112222022674270799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112222022674270799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112222022674270799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112222022674270799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alarm bell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and u &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shop owner&lt;/span&gt;.. how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... the shop owner may have no intentions to bring u to the police.. but maybe after wat u all have done.. maybe it's off to the police station u gals shd go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112205448429364947?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112205448429364947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13894219.post-112201219156043846</id><published>2005-07-22T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T14:07:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;15 signs you're obsessing over someone in friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you hit on his profile at least once every time you visit friendster; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you know-memorized- his friendster ID number and could hone the last time he checked friendster, the number of friends he has, the month he became a member, who were his new added friends all under one breath; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you know his email ads; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you make a testimonial for him pretending to be "just friends"; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;the testimonial you make for him jokingly-or seriously- praises him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you get insanely jealous over girls who make testimonials for him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you get thrown in a mad cow fit when you find out that one of the girls who make testimonials for him is his crush; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you check out the profile of girls who make testimonials for him and secretly laugh thinking that yours is a whole lot better; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you secretly wish that one day he will make a testimonial for you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you make it a point to look good in your photos-just in case he feels your charming presence, checks out your profile and makes a testimonial for you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you make it a point to check out his favorite things and make a mental note to watch it or read it or listen to it-so that next time you and him have something to really talk about (not that you like these things); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you check out the friendser profiles of every girl in his friends list and make a mental note to be cooler-or way cooler- than them; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you know from his friends list who are his friends, his crushes, his orgmmates, his past flings, his first love, and everyone in between; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you talk about him impliedly in your BB posts and blog posts; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you secretly pray that he reads everything you write, every post, every photo so that at least he knows that the reason you do friendster-mostly- is because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;if you find yourself doing at least seven of any of the things mentioned above then put yourself under house arrest--in a house where there is no phone nor computer-- so that you wont be tempted to hit his profile again (baby) one (or three) more time(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hMmm.. i used to do that.. haha... knowin his everything on friendster.. haha.. he's fiona's fren then.. dunno how is he.. cuz the edo in *** hotel closed down le.. so.. yah.. used to patronise that shop so much.. haha.. dunno how his dream to opening a "zi zha" shop has become.. he quitted sch then to work.. hmMm.. i wonder how is he now.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Top Ten Things Men Don't Understand Bout Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;They could manage to talk for hours just to say something that could be written in 1 minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;They love talking on the phone....for hours...and hours....and hours.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;How they can be so jealous of someone or something (such as cars or video games) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why they are so curious bout things...don't you girls learn from Pandora?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why they despise uncomfortable silence...any silence would generate "Are you alrite? are you mad at me? you must be mad at me..Tell me what's wrong" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When they ask you a question..they already know the answers..they just want us to guess the right one (and kill us if we dont know) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why they always think that they are fat...THAT IS ANNOYING!. Some of them have a thing against eating...eating=fat=no men ...although we dont care that much and especially if they are our own girlfriend (which is seriously annoying when they do that) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;They use signals.....such as when they sit near us without doing anything when they need attention (and yes..women don't do silences like us)..and when we ask "what's wrong?" they say "nothing". Now there are two possible reaction from us men (both are dangerous path) :&lt;br /&gt;"Owh ok...nothing it is" and start playing video games or watching TV. This action would probably generate the "Argh you're insensitive! Why can't you understand that I have a problem?" and leave us men with the question "well DUH? why don't you just say so?" ..We suspect this is a plot designed to release stress the easy way..by yelling (at us unfortunately)&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;"i know something is wrong..why dont we just talk bout it" which may also lead to "aaarrgh I told you nothing is wrong...stop pushing me! You always do that to me! bla bla bla" and it would take an hour or more to finally make them tell us what's wrong.. (and oh yes..something was wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;They can change a bad day to good just by smiling at us and make us forget all the trouble in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;How they manage to have such a large amount of love enough to share to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Top Ten Things Women Don't Understand Bout Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We dont understand why guys dont like talking on the phone for too long, I mean seriously, its fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We dont understand why guys dont like to gossip when they're around girls, when we know that they gossip a lot with their guy friends (we're not stupid, ok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We dont get the fun of playing video games til early morning, what's the fun in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We dont understand the pleasure of collecting porn, dont you get sick of checking out b**bs over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why they think farting is cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;They are naturally good navigator and they could work out their way out of some random places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why they think so simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why they don't want to talk heart to heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Guys don't understand when a woman say "Leave me alone" that means it's just a test to see whether the guy would really leave her alone..but doesn't mean that she wants him to leave her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why they get the wrong present most of the time....dont you guys know girls think teddy bears and flowers are boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112201219156043846?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112201219156043846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112201219156043846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112201219156043846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112201219156043846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/15-signs-youre-obsessing-over-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112179036736072685</id><published>2005-07-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:26:07.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno since when.. that i lost my best fren.. and i lost her to 4 "kids".. hmMm. guess i wasnt sticky enough.. or.. our frenship wasnt strong enough.. when i had to make a decision.. she was there.. condemnin one.. but after that.. we somehow lost contact.. when i see her again.. she was already with them.. haiz.. yah... it's the same case with him.. haiz... i hope she's still there when i really need her bahz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112179036736072685?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112179036736072685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112179036736072685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112179036736072685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112179036736072685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dunno-since-when.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112162618591942534</id><published>2005-07-18T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T02:49:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this little piece of asshole in my life.. that makes me hate her more and more each day.. every sunday nite at abt midnight.. she will start standin behind me and act like some invigilator and see wat the hell i'm doin when i'm seriously doin my projs.. and without fail... she has already hog on to the lap top for the whole pathetic day.. and i already deliberately come home late so i can dun see the sight of her usin the lap top cuz i find it disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and without fail.. she acts like a childish idiot.. wanting to show me her pathetic innocent face with her cruel words.. like juz now.. i was readin my "sellin today" and seein if there's anything i can include in my sales proposal because that little piece of shit hurriedly rush to the lap top and change to her acc upon hearin that i went to the toilet.. and then, that pathetic piece of shit will sit there and see her stuff.. it's like.. wth? i'm still using? and the comp is already loadin so slow cuz my lap top is already so full... and whilst i am readin.. the piece of shit upon finish seeing her pathetic stuff, switch off the lights.. heLLo? i'm still readin? no sense of intelligence.. so idiot... and she will then scold me again.. asshole.. i'm ur ELDER SISTER~!! can u fuckingly show me some respect? wat the fuck... i really hate her to the core.. and i dunno why i'm still so nice to get her wat she wants when she's doin all these crap to me.. ASSHOLE.. the slipper wasnt even meant for me lorz... muz have gotten from some cheapolo shop and ownself cant wear then say for me rite? ass.. u shd jolly know my poly dun allow strapless slippers.. and it's like so small.. not even my sizE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is really a piece of awful shit man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112162618591942534?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112162618591942534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112162618591942534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112162618591942534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112162618591942534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/theres-this-little-piece-of-asshole-in.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112139544963322801</id><published>2005-07-15T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:46:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;song listening: yi qian nian yi hou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew him because then.. we both were in topaz.. and we both were extra hardworkin practising for the upcoming cross country.. ciyu, him and me were walkin down the slope of Balestier Hill goin to take a bus stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back then.. he wasnt te fastest runner.. but he was a determined runner.. he was a very determined person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he may not have run faster than me.. cuz i train for x-country pretty often when i was in Rangoon.. and he may not be well-built..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. i found out my best fren had a crush on him.. and i attempted to be the matchmaker.. passin notes to him tellin him to go out with us.. so that my best fren can get to know him better.. i din know that he liked me then le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a tough five years.. cuz we both like each other.. but fate was playing with us.. i din treasure him.. and when i wanted to give it a try.. he was already tryin to accept a better gal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this 5 yrs was tough.. but i'm glad i knew you.. sorry to let u be drunk and talk nonsense.. and stabbin u again and again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may not be together.. but we can be the best of frenz rite? juz like jialing and youfu.. hmMm.. can nv be a couple.. but best frenz forever.. wish you happy forever~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112139544963322801?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112139544963322801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112139544963322801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112139544963322801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112139544963322801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/song-listening-yi-qian-nian-yi-hou-i.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112100646613505645</id><published>2005-07-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:41:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shook hands with kunda twice~!!! heE.. so happy.. and once with alex to, ah di, shuwei.. and a very long time with niu nai.. cooL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heE... i began to notice Energy when my sis brought home her fren's energy CD.. i fell in love with the band then.. esp kunda... his hair so long.. so cool larz.. so good looking.. but then.. i cannot express my support for them.. cuz.. huiyi and gang like 5566... a total diff grp.. hmMm.. then after coming to NYP.. i began to buy Energy's CD with ariel.. and go for their autograph session.. i began to notice niu nai for his friendly-ness and shuwei.. for his coolness.. then, huiyi, zijun and me would chase them in uncle seah's maxicab.. when we go k box.. we would sing their song... dang yi qie.. dang yi qie.. heE... today might be Energy's last autograph session.. i wish them all the best... gonna miss Energy and chasing Energy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kunda is so cute larz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112100646613505645?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112100646613505645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112100646613505645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112100646613505645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112100646613505645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-shook-hands-with-kunda-twice-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112096633036540900</id><published>2005-07-10T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T11:32:47.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;hmMm.. this is my blog.. and i can type wat i want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like introducing all my frenz to each other.. heE.. so.. i shall... choose a name.. and write abt the person.. and how i met the person.. heE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today's.. i choose yong kiat~!! cuz i juz linked him... and u guys can go check him out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heE.. how i met yong kiat.. hmMm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met yong kiat on the most lousiest channel and most pathetic mode... i knew him from IRC.. -.- when i was still in Rangoon.. that time chat with him very happy... he took my blues away.. one day... elizabeth was tellin me abt some weird weird stuff... then i was like.. huh? how u know? and very soon.. i found that yuan lai eli knows yong kiat.. haha.. and the 3 of us became good frenz for a short time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dunno why.. yongkiat went missin in action for some time... and i muz eli so many times to find out where he is.. i always told him my problems then.. he has a pair of good listening ears.. and i will feel good tellin him things even my best fren.. hmMm.. and u guys know what.. he is the only one who remembers all the things i say and know when i am feelin sad and stuff.. hmMm.. great frenz has this telepathy goin on.. we may nv seen each other before.. but then.. we are the bestest of frenz.. i'm glad i have yong kiat as a fren.. and i wont want to lose ever again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank god too for bringin such great frenz to me.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;gotta go bathe le.. if not late for tuition.. ciaos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112096633036540900?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112096633036540900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112096633036540900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112096633036540900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112096633036540900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm_10.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112092993893829739</id><published>2005-07-10T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:25:38.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a fren's nick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found it so meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why do u not know. because some things dun need to be known."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may not mean much to u guys... but i think there's always this 'thing' in us... that we muz keep in that special safe inside us.. some personal things.. only u, and urself will know.. it's hard to explain to ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then.. when someone finally finds out.. u know that that person is ur true fren who understand u so much.. that even with a slightest twitch in ur eye, ur true fren actually knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this fren.. ariel disclosed my darkest secret i tried to keep for days to me juz now... i'm sure glad i have ariel... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some space.. some freedom.. to actually breathe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112092993893829739?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112092993893829739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112092993893829739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112092993893829739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112092993893829739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-frens-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112081880052164862</id><published>2005-07-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:45:57.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not lettin some ppl affect my life.. i know i might see them often in campus now.. but then.. i will tell myself not to think too much.. cuz life is too great for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i get to know ****.. (*hmMm.. such a weird name) cuz he is a nice person.. haha.. at least he can entertain me.. and he lets me watch lost.. heE.. yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankin god for giving me a new fren.. whom i hope i can keep forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tim is in love.. heE... haha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112081880052164862?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112081880052164862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112081880052164862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112081880052164862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112081880052164862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-lettin-some-ppl-affect-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112075777479678745</id><published>2005-07-08T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:36:14.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the tree, the leaf and the wind story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is not a sweet story.. it's so horrible... because when u feel it personally.. u will know it's terrible... i finally found stuff i wasnt supposed to see... i wasnt even supposed to find it at first.. i dunno why i wanted to find.. curiousity bahz... terrible me.. hmMm.. and after findin it.. i regretted... cuz i want to know more.. haiz.. life basically sucks rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i miss my home... i miss him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dun ask who is him.. cuz u know i will nv say who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there is this part in me.. full of my own's dark secret.. i will nv share with anybody... yup.. i wont... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i made a new fren yesterday.. it's so nice gettin to know somebody new.. and have so much in common.. haha... hmMm.. it's really cool... yah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i wanna slp.. but dun feel like.. am i influenced by him le? hmMm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wYnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112075777479678745?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112075777479678745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112075777479678745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112075777479678745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112075777479678745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/tree-leaf-and-wind-story.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112054586730527510</id><published>2005-07-05T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:44:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM PISSED~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like it's so unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. I'VE SEEN DAVID BECKHAM~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous a not? haha... u guys shd... cuz he came to nyp~ haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah.. i'm STILL pissed~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112054586730527510?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112054586730527510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112054586730527510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112054586730527510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112054586730527510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-pissed-its-like-its-so-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112041322387365138</id><published>2005-07-04T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:00:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm a really lucky gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the best frenz around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best guy around me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like to come home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siGh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend.. i was.. hmMm.. on sat.. woke up at 7 plus cuz meetin joel and his frenz to play badminton at toa payoh sports hall... din really play much.. then later.. went to meet nisa at orchard... gosh.. i was so late.. sorry niSa~!! then.. erm. went for the flash &amp; splash sale and bought a bag... a wallet and a bottle.. haha... not too much as compared to nisa.. but still ex larz... now bank left juz double digit.. dunno how to survive for the mth.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmMm.. after shoppin, i went for tuition.. erm.. was late.. so i took a cab.. din expect orchard to have a jam... paid so much innocent cash.. my lil girl is so cute.. haha.. same birthday as yansze.. so she is exactly 10 yrs younger than yansze... hmMm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition.. went to toa payoh with joel to catch "war of the worlds".. not too bad larz.. haha... and not too good.. the CGI and storyline... not too good.. haha.. so.. yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday.. went for tuition then iris house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.. very sleepy le..&lt;br /&gt;go and slp le.. ciaos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wYnne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112041322387365138?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112041322387365138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112041322387365138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112041322387365138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112041322387365138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-im-really-lucky-gal.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112021513604729651</id><published>2005-07-01T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:52:16.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmMm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is juz a normal day.. saw boonchong when i was in photocopyin shop printing my stuff.. he's in his formal wear.. then... erm... after that was in the studio... so cool.. learned so much stuff... the studio's cool.. hope i will work in such an environment in future.. so.. wow.. pro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. after that we rush to go to buy lunch and waited for rena... by then... it's already 1.10.. we would have missed the 1.20 movie at yishun... so in the end.. we decided to watch the 2.45 show at cine... erm.. there was me, ariel, yansze, rena and linky... hmMm... we went to watch ghost train.. such a horrible show... aiyoh... rate it... erm.. 1.5 ghost... lousy.. lame.. yet funny... not nice~!! totally not worth it.. no wonder there's only two weeks of the show.. too lousy le.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yah.. was in orchard shoppin a bit when i found out there was a discount in roxy in pacific plaza~!!! i wanna go!!!! haha.. buy bag.. heE... then... yah... tml's the tuition.. so exciting.. my first time.. haha... dun even know where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wYnne-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112021513604729651?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112021513604729651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112021513604729651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112021513604729651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112021513604729651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112015714131304728</id><published>2005-07-01T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:45:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so happy from yesterday till now.. that is from 30th June till now... haha... hmMm... it's so nice that i have no hatred to ppl i once thought i hate so much.. heE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday... which is 30th was a great day... i had my usual dosage of french class... haha... french class is so much nicer and fun with angelo, and not the lame man.. haha... hmMm.. we were always the class to release first.. then me, mich, janell and nisa will realize we have to wait for our japanese class frenz.. like.. wat's the point of releasing earlier? -.- aiyoh... hmMm.. anyway.. we wanted to watch ghost train de.. but no timing... hmMm.. then after french class... went out with rena and nisa... gosh.. so long nv go out with nisa le.. bought my dream tube from mango.. and a skirt.. (*again)... haha... then met joel and went for dinner.. so yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 29th.. we(ariel, rena, joel and siyi) went to watch a lot like love.. not bad.. really nice.. oh yah.. yan gave war of the worlds 3 stars... he complained not enought CGI.. -.- aiyoh... hmMm.. yah.. shd catch a lot like love... i'm goin to watch again.. then.. after that.. hmMm.. ariel left, then me, rena, joel n siyi went to thai express for dinner... not bad larz... i thought i dun eat thai food de.. haha... joel and i shared one plate... but we were eatin slower than rena alone.. -.- budget larz.. save money.. haha... so.. yah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112015714131304728?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112015714131304728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112015714131304728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112015714131304728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112015714131304728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel-so-happy-from-yesterday-till.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112002110607483534</id><published>2005-06-29T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:58:26.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>后视镜里的世界 越来越远的道别&lt;br /&gt;你转身向背 侧脸还是很美&lt;br /&gt;我用眼光去追 竟听见你的泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在车窗外面排徊 是我错失的机会&lt;br /&gt;你站的方位 跟我中间隔着泪&lt;br /&gt;街景一直在后退 你的崩溃在窗外零碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一路向北 离开有你的季节&lt;br /&gt;你说你好累 已无法再爱上谁&lt;br /&gt;风在山路吹 过往的画面全都是我不对&lt;br /&gt;细数惭愧 我伤你几回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后视镜里的世界 越来越远的道别&lt;br /&gt;你转身向背 侧脸还是很美&lt;br /&gt;我用眼光去追 竟听见你的泪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在车窗外面排徊 是我错失的机会&lt;br /&gt;你站的方位 跟我中间隔着泪&lt;br /&gt;街景一直在后退 你的崩溃在窗外零碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一路向北 离开有你的季节&lt;br /&gt;你说你好累 已无法再爱上谁&lt;br /&gt;风在山路吹 过往的画面全都是我不对&lt;br /&gt;细数惭愧 我伤你几回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一路向北 离开有你的季节&lt;br /&gt;方向盘周围 回转着我的后悔&lt;br /&gt;我加速超越 却甩不掉紧紧跟随的伤悲&lt;br /&gt;细数惭愧 我伤你几回 停止狼狈 就让错纯粹&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112002110607483534?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112002110607483534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112002110607483534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112002110607483534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112002110607483534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112002102815896311</id><published>2005-06-29T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:51:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weren't you the one that said, that you don't want me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And how you need your space, and give the keys back to your door.&lt;br /&gt;And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;But still you said that love was gone, and that I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Now you, talkin bout a family&lt;br /&gt;Now you, sayin I complete your dream&lt;br /&gt;Now you, sayin I'm your everything&lt;br /&gt;You confusin me&lt;br /&gt;What you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't play with me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;br /&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;br /&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back&lt;br /&gt;I remember whenI was sittin home alone&lt;br /&gt;Waitin for youTil 3 o'clock in the morn&lt;br /&gt;And when you came home, you'd always have some sorry excuse.&lt;br /&gt;And explainin to me, like I'm just some kinda fool&lt;br /&gt;I sacrifice the things I want to and do things for you&lt;br /&gt;But when it's time to do for me, you never come through&lt;br /&gt;Now you, wanna be a bond of me (eyyy)&lt;br /&gt;Now you, have so much to say to me (heyy)&lt;br /&gt;Now you, wanna make time for me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;You confusin me&lt;br /&gt;Don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't play with me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;br /&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;br /&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I was sittin home alone&lt;br /&gt;Waitin for you&lt;br /&gt;Til 3 o'clock in the morn&lt;br /&gt;Night after night&lt;br /&gt;Knowin sumthing goin on&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't home befo me&lt;br /&gt;You was,you was gone&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows it wasn't easy, but believe me.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought you'd be the one that would deceived me.&lt;br /&gt;And never do wha u was supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;No need to hose me fool, cause I'm ova you&lt;br /&gt;Cause what goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;br /&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stop tryin, to come back to me&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;br /&gt;It's called Karma baby.&lt;br /&gt;And it goes around.&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around,&lt;br /&gt;What goes up, must comes down,&lt;br /&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112002102815896311?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112002102815896311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112002102815896311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112002102815896311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112002102815896311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/06/werent-you-one-that-said-that-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-112001538849070920</id><published>2005-06-29T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:23:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tml is 30th le... the last day of the month le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe i am very scary.. thinkin abt nth but revenge all the time... i guess its all retribution bahz... wat shd i do? someone please please help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-112001538849070920?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/112001538849070920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=112001538849070920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112001538849070920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/112001538849070920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/06/tml-is-30th-le.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-111994239592728633</id><published>2005-06-28T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:06:35.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby I love you and i'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we make can never be erase&lt;br /&gt;And i promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we make can never be erase&lt;br /&gt;And i promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you yes i do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me too&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I met you I know we've be together&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I wanna be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry you and i wanna have your kids&lt;br /&gt;Thinking never compare to feel enough to kisses&lt;br /&gt;I can say i'm truly happy to the same&lt;br /&gt;You've made me think I'll die and live my life hesitate&lt;br /&gt;There's never been no doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That i'll regret ever having you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the day come that i'll have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I think that something I should probably let you know&lt;br /&gt;With everything that i spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Then i will miss you cuz i'm happy that i have you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you yes i do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-111994239592728633?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/111994239592728633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=111994239592728633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/111994239592728633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/111994239592728633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/06/baby-i-love-you-and-ill-never-let-you.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-111993849192854428</id><published>2005-06-28T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:01:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heLLo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmMm... i dunno wat to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody is so excited abt countin down.. but i'm not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 2 more days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i roughly know wat i want le... yet.. it's like so vague... gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's presentation was.. wow... haha.. luckily before the presentation.. will flashed me a smile... yah... better larz... heE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmMm... today is yoga's last session... yansze not goin.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so sinful yesterday.. took so many unwanted stuff... hmMm.. yah.. the sentosa trip was so nice~!!! cuz i found yan.. heE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tried to laugh.. i thought i simply cant from the bottom of my heart.. but now i know.. i can..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-111993849192854428?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/111993849192854428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=111993849192854428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/111993849192854428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/111993849192854428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-111971996608462108</id><published>2005-06-26T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:19:26.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like nobody visits this blog except for u.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. cuz not really publicized yet la... u muz be thinkin... this gal is crazy.. so many blogs... but i want a new beginning to mark a new me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stuff are meant to let go... i think i will.. not too soon.. but goin too... the end of the mth is coming too soon... and then... i would have forgotten some idiots.. hmMm... when ppl badmouth u... u shdnt talk to them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-111971996608462108?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/111971996608462108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=111971996608462108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/111971996608462108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/111971996608462108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-nobody-visits-this-blog-except.html' title=''/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-111959893801546681</id><published>2005-06-24T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:42:18.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>a new me to mark a new beginning.. i dun wanna let ppl know wat i'm thinkin.. i want to be the mysterious me sometimes and keep some stuff to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt... i have been thrown down the hill top once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courage is a very impt factor when it comes to some stuff.. and i regrettin not havin it b4... but rite now... i wont care wat ppl think of me le.. or wateva they wanna say.. i want to have my own style... find someone i can like and he can understand me thoroughly without him askin.. and knows exactly wat i think.. no more sweet crushes anymore.. this is the real world... i know my frenz will support me of wateva ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to somebody out there.. i need to think clearly of wat i want. i dun want to break any one's heart anymore... so. yah.. i need a longer time to think thru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now... at this state of time... i may want to kill ppl.. but then... i know time will heal everything.. a lotof stuff are still hidden within me.. i want to grow up le. and stop hidin in my shell le... i want to be someone who dares to dare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do i still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like him? i think i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-111959893801546681?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/111959893801546681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13894219&amp;postID=111959893801546681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/111959893801546681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13894219/posts/default/111959893801546681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>win!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02453958276384998190</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-13894219.post-111952565712015284</id><published>2005-06-23T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T19:20:57.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new me</title><content type='html'>i want to change me.. a new image.. a new routine.. a new everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13894219-111952565712015284?l=imaroxybitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaroxybitch.blogspot.com/feeds/111952565712015284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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