<?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-1838732326609888694</id><updated>2012-01-01T20:10:22.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ SHE ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>...Tomorrow will be a better day...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838732326609888694.post-1566156170678937766</id><published>2012-01-01T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:10:22.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie, Get Over 2011!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, Happy New Year to ALL that I know of... Wishing a great year ahead and keeping up with your resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 passed too fast... and I just wake up from a great hangover...&lt;br /&gt;I got wasted at 1.48am. wth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure whether this miserable feeling of mine will affect my entire 2012... could it be a sign to a worst year ahead? Most ppl disagrees as they said that the unlucky incident was on 30 Dec 2011... and that 2012 will be betta! Oh god, pls tell me it's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who's wanting to know of my unlucky incident, it's about my Iphone... she's now highly suspected with a new owner... after i left her inside a toilet cubicle at white sands...&lt;br /&gt;*BIG SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people will say shit happens... and life shud go on... - of course!&lt;br /&gt;But I badly couldnt stand the shitty feeling of losing sumthing precious, for god sake, I BADLY need a temporary fone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's my first in the list now... to get a personal phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the 2nd always stuck in my new year resolution list; to be slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;Im not vain, &amp;amp; it's not because of others...or bf or whutever..., just myself. I felt better when im slimmer. Seriously, im unhappy with my body &amp;amp; I dun want to live with it for the rest of my life... &amp;amp; i cant help EATING because I felt great when im eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOUD SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens almost all the time, but good things are hard to even see it coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tapping on good things... I remembered bout my bonus... my FIRST bonus just passed (dec 2011)... I felt excited seeing more than double amount of money in my acct balance... BUT! it happened too fast... I took out 3/4 of it to pay my school fees... =( &amp;amp; now... Im left with a small pathetic amount again....&amp;amp; as usual counting down to the next pay... so this good thing was not as good afterall for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I persuade myself to get happy with the bonus... and get away with my colleagues to Batam!&lt;br /&gt;We went 2 days 1 night accomodating at "Tempat Senang". It was away from town area... &amp;amp; the 2 days I finally felt PEACE. Sumhow, no matter how much u love ur bf &amp;amp; best friends... u still require a time of your own...I finally agree with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya... I hope my 2012 will be better... &amp;amp; wish myself well with my bf, to be more insensitive, happier and again... SLIMMER. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1566156170678937766?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1566156170678937766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1566156170678937766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1566156170678937766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1566156170678937766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2012/01/julie-get-over-2011.html' title='Julie, Get Over 2011!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-712563432804992805</id><published>2011-09-04T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T13:23:45.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>Shut up!!! My bf's got korea fever, he keeps on , excited about, still continues with the videosss! Omg. U must say it suppose to be the other way, im suppose to love korea. Haha. Seriously bf? Yeap im not surprise if he starts talking to me in korea...For an instant, i thot sunday will always be a lazy day. Nxt up, i guess nope. Im startin my weekend lessons next sem, &amp; today i got an office dinner.. Whut.. No. Im not excited. I dunno why. &amp; i have to pay additional $85 for my sch fees, bcus i overlooked the deadline. Ya ya... U can put the blame on me... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-712563432804992805?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/712563432804992805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=712563432804992805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/712563432804992805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/712563432804992805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2011/09/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1048873990861492392</id><published>2011-06-19T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:03:15.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lurf BALI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bali is super great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have stayed for more days and brought more cash.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1- check in the resort hotel. Impressive! Indon receptionist speaking Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;- went to discovery shopping to eat A&amp;amp;W.&lt;br /&gt;- went kuta market to buy a hat, but forced to buy a dress too. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- free breakfast at hotel&lt;br /&gt;- went dreamland beach.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;before: 'i want to swim.!' after: 'oops. thats the wave?'&lt;/em&gt; anws&lt;br /&gt;we did try boogie boarding which Im trapped in the waves twice. &lt;br /&gt;- went Nusa Dua to see water sports, had Nasi padang for lunch, went Kuta Beach to view&lt;br /&gt;the sunset before going for our romantic dinner along the beach at Jimbaran, Lia Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had lobsters, crab, prawns, clams, kangkong, salad, fruit and bintang beers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All for less than 60 SGD. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- free breakfast at hotel&lt;br /&gt;- Tour with good and honest supir, Wayan Kayun to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Batik process &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accessories process&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monkey Forest (part ni stress) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ubud market&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ubud Palace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mt. Batur volcano for our cheap lunch buffet. abt 12 sgd per person for a buffet with the nicest view? hehe. but the food wasnt so yummy. so what? I get to fill up my tummy and see a clear volcano view. that's fair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Tanah Lot Temple. Beautiful views at every angle! Thanks to the air surut, we get to go down nearer to the ocean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to souvenir shop recommended by our supir. saying it was affordable and nice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner near our hotel, had nasi padang again. The food is way nicer than nasi padang sg. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4- free breakfast at hotel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-pack and go to the airport...:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-got drop off at the domestic airport, stupit taxi driver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I just hate the airport.&lt;em&gt; 1. because the signage sux. 2. because im going home.&lt;/em&gt; :((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AGAIN!!!!!AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1048873990861492392?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1048873990861492392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1048873990861492392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1048873990861492392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1048873990861492392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-lurf-bali.html' title='I Lurf BALI!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-8393287223755407342</id><published>2011-04-22T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:28:43.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time-check: 12.16pm&lt;br /&gt;Just came back home an hour ago and I already felt like going out. hahas. I just feel that even with PH... I still dun get to enjoy the feeling of having looong weekend. But whuts great, I got my pay today. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay day? pay who? me? &amp;amp;? me pay them? Ya. More like a middle person. Bills, insurance, loan? etc... I just had a 100 dollars monthly discount from my mum. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting more challenging and sickening. The busy months seem to pass too slow and Im suffocating with stress. &amp;amp; Im still living is because of the people around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-8393287223755407342?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8393287223755407342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=8393287223755407342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8393287223755407342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8393287223755407342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-check-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-2532727125898604602</id><published>2011-04-19T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:31:18.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZZZzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 3rd day of 'no wonderful plans'. I am bored, tucked in bed or sofa either with tv or lappy. Didnt have proper sleep due to falling asleep while playing the sims and awaken by sister after 2 hours and couldnt sleep back because she turned on the old movie, 'scream 2'. But slept back at 6 am and waking up again at 8.30am to settle my school stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;*Groans* I got a problem settling school fees because my mum used to settle it for me all the while till I was in the polytechnic. I wished that still happens so i can study in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to be honest, I am sleepy now. But just not interested to sleep just yet as im still overcoming the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Haiiz, why do my sisters have to work night shift?&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my sisters, Ida accompanied me to the bank and school and back to bank before she run off for work. So we manage to have lunch at wang cafe and a lil bit of shopping both at 'Nex'. And I felt that the laksa i ordered and ate at the mentioned cafe was too oily and i felt giddy halfway eating it. But it wasnt so horrible though or maybe its just me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the tiring yet great day with Ida, I finally reached my block &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got panicked because I couldnt find my keys. &amp;amp; I phoned ida to check in her bag which is so impossible and I keep on repeating, "I did bring the keys, i remember holding it"... WTH. when i flashed back- scary, I didnt even hold the key, I only looked on the rack where I usually put my small important stuffs on and walked out of my house assuming my keys were in my bag as it wasnt seen on the rack. Careless me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I miss bf, =(&lt;br /&gt;be safe in the jungle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-2532727125898604602?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2532727125898604602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=2532727125898604602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2532727125898604602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2532727125898604602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2011/04/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZZZZZzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzz'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4022425142451835240</id><published>2011-03-29T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:53:42.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>Im feeling a bit shitty today, im down with cramps and headaches. I just WISH to sleep the entire day. I just had my lunch... And i felt even sleepier. Duhh.By the way, ive decided to pursue my degree part time while werking. &amp; honestly, im praying for May 2011 to pass faster despite bf's bday on the 21st. That only, i cant promise i have time.... Seriously, SeebaySianzzzzzzz....And worst still, i can sense tht my poorer days are comin back. Im still owing my mum's cpf. U must've known why. And as mentioned earlier... The degree im deciding to pursue isnt free nor cheap for me... I just hope i can manage. Well, a lil sacrifice wont kill, as long as im still surviving, and all ive gone thru isnt gonna be a waste. :-) blablabla, im just cheering myself up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4022425142451835240?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4022425142451835240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4022425142451835240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4022425142451835240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4022425142451835240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to blogging'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-2967954162002962987</id><published>2011-01-26T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:45:20.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistable</title><content type='html'>I always thought fat is ok. But i just feel that whenever im growing fatter.. Ive become lazier... Somehow i need to starve myself for awhile to lose a lil bit which i find it so difficult. Tell me, how can i resist junk food? It just makes me happier.Now what?Oh talking bout resisting...My pay every month will be stagnant, unlike how i was paid with my previous company. So i need to be less generous with my shopping... And start saving like what bf's been advising for the past 3 months. Urm maybe more than tht. But *sigh*... How can anyone resist not buying a pretty bag in front of them?Buttt i did distract myself a lil bit by going sumwhr which doesnt make me use much money... Like taking a walk to pgl end... Feel the wind at waterfront...&amp;&amp;&amp;?  Im missing the beach... :-(    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-2967954162002962987?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2967954162002962987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=2967954162002962987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2967954162002962987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2967954162002962987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2011/01/irresistable.html' title='Irresistable'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-133146094242835195</id><published>2010-12-26T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:43:28.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im still alive and is having xtreme fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i did tell u bout eat seafood like crazy in the previous post right? Now next on the list was USS. =-] awesomeness. We went on 12-12-10. most of the thgs were something new for me... maybe other country might have. They called me screamo because I really screamed on all the rides except for the first lamest pusing2 pening kan kpala ride. And was it the shrek rollercoaster? uhhh the dragon one.... I was screamingggg really screaminggg and thn what?? why's the rest not screaming??? Im screaming alone? Duhh. wasnt surprising whn they laughed at me at the end of the ride. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Im forced to ride the egypt rollercoaster for the 2nd time.... and i did!! altho i was dead scared about it.... hahs. I cant imagine how would i be riding on the 2 biggest rollercoaster, it wasnt open on the day we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... before i forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL THE CHRISTIANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of those who had to squeeze thru the crowded orchard rd on the eve of xmas. Was there to actually find with the boys their sleeveless tees for countdown party. was it that difficult to find?? sheesh! We didnt find on that crowded day, however bought the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the friendly funs, couples still need time for their togetherness at a certain period of time. So Nana and Mamat left for dunno where, he just wont tell. hahs. &amp;amp; Me n Bf went to watch yogi n boo boo. Hilariously CUTEE! It's a great movie to watch, &amp;amp; so is 'Hello Stranger.'&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Tron, which is one boring movie, its so boring I wont watch it if they have Tron 2. haha. But movies always fun... &amp;amp; so does shopping!. ooohhh the bag! its so nice, oh theres discount? great... i think i need a cardigan, uhh no a sweater? ... I want the shades, its purple and chic!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie: I dunno what to buy.... nothing in mind...&lt;br /&gt;Fendy: ya right...&lt;br /&gt;Julie: bby! i just spent 70 over dollars! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;Fendy: I knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for 2011 countdown party....!!!&lt;br /&gt;Those going siloso beach party, see you there soon! =-] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I hate sundays because the next day is monday. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-133146094242835195?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/133146094242835195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=133146094242835195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/133146094242835195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/133146094242835195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-friends-im-still-alive-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6292008807341675617</id><published>2010-11-21T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:36:06.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 1 thing which is bothering me right this moment and second is my hair, my 2 pimples near my chin, cranky crampy stomach and will be at home till tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 2nd year anni wit love Effendy. We've been doing great despite the small arguments. This month was a hell of an unpredictable moments. My uncle had passed away on the 11th of november, which I really felt very very very ... i dunno. it's just that, its the date i started on my new job nearby my place. But im happy in a sense that at least i manage to see his body before it goes 7 ft down. hmms. and im very sad for bf too... he just lost his grandma few days before i lost my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;So... its always been awhile since i started a new post, i wasnt as active as before because i had to borrow sister's lappy. I should get one right? So i can get back online and keep updating stuffs. I find that getting online makes u feel less lonely as people arnd me seems to be very bz with their own things. But wichever makes them bz, they will still be online often.&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, im in an active mode to do a lot of activities. Im looking forward to alot of things end of this year and the upcoming year. Thanks to mamat who created the list for us to enjoy in between our tiring lives of working. We're done with the first on the list, eat-seafood-like-crazy at 'Rasa2'. We spent 180+ over chilli and black pepper crabs, prawns, squids, lala, stingray and sweet sour fish. oh... we had satay as well... =]&lt;br /&gt;Its no use talking bout things that havent happen... so ill just update you other activities later on.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking....&lt;br /&gt;how come my menstruation symptoms got sooo bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the second time i got symptoms like blackout, almost fainted and vommiting plus backpain. and it happened without any warning. I was getting on a bus 2 days back when it happened. I was lucky bf was still available to help me out of my dizzyness and accompanied me to halt a cab instead. thanks to u...&lt;br /&gt;and now...im still on a heavy flow since yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;oh yday! Finally, we went to bowl at marina... we had planned to bowl at kallang... but we were unlucky because its not open to all... they got tournament going about. There goes our cab fare...&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna rest and continue watching movie online... i just got over 'going the distance' earlier... im up for step up 3d now..sumtimes its good to be home catching up with movies and all... =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6292008807341675617?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6292008807341675617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6292008807341675617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6292008807341675617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6292008807341675617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-thing-which-is-bothering-me-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-857681149126600210</id><published>2010-10-03T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:21:01.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUSY werking, I got not as much time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Im currently working on a "no life" schedule. So the little free times are used for going outttt releasing tension. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways.. Ive just turned 23 last thurs and it had been a joyful day celebrating with siblings bestie and bf.&lt;br /&gt;From town to eastcoast... evry minute was filled with laffter.&lt;br /&gt;the swensen session during the day and the wine + junk food session during the nite were simply memorable. Thanks loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today... bf got mobilized. GOD. He's already ironing his shirt to meet me and there goes his call. But the funny thing is that, I didnt understand him when he said he got mobilized. lol. I thought it was sumkind of sickness or whutt. I panicked a bit at the same time wanted to laugh out loud. hais. i think he knew I didnt understand by the sound of my tone which is why he explained. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt frustrated about whuts happening which im supposed to be... like wth, cancel last minute? haha. I cooled down thinking back... "oh. no wonder i got bad instincts 12 hours ago, my heart got so heavy for nuthing." It does frequently happen and i hope im normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-857681149126600210?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/857681149126600210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=857681149126600210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/857681149126600210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/857681149126600210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/10/busy-werking-i-got-not-as-much-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1499653242343356289</id><published>2010-09-13T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T03:01:25.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a blast on the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;I had always love the month of Syawal celebrating hari raya with loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;The lontong, smbal sotong and rendang was VERY delicious. I swear I ate alot. not forgetting the kuih2 raya which I cannot stop munching them whenever im watching the tv or chatting on the sofa. =]]]]&lt;br /&gt;This year is the first year im giving money to the younger ones... &amp;amp; it seemed that nxt year i need to buy more attractive envelopes just like how sister ida's ones excite the kids. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But the 2nd day of raya was super boring... &amp;amp; it was not gonna be if only i had contacted my cousin earlier knowing they were at my grandma house. shiats. I only knew at 7 plus pm when Im already rotting on ida's bed watching tv since I woke up at abt 2pm. like wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1499653242343356289?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1499653242343356289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1499653242343356289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1499653242343356289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1499653242343356289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-had-blast-on-10th.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-8727331454492251910</id><published>2010-08-29T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:40:37.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;didnt expect our plan to turn out positive.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when those hard- to- gather ppl were present. (Hafiz, sham, iqa, khai, nadia, khalid,fen).&lt;br /&gt;We had arnolds chicken meals for the break of fast, we were so kiasu, the boys(bf, mamat and hafiz) had to queue for bookings and orders from abt 3 plus pm to 5pm while the 2 girls(me and nana) headed to bazaar to find my purple baju kurung..or anything but not kebaya... but luckily evrithing went smoothly. I manage to get my purple baju and they managed to get 3 tables of 5. =]]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we ate until ishak. partly because we had to wait for iqa n khai. haha. but its ok...we had desserts while waiting for thm... (ice kachang and banana split 'keras punye'. hahs)&lt;br /&gt;Its been an enjoyable nite altho the bazaar was super packed(biaselah....saturday)... we managed to get air kathiras and dendengs.&lt;br /&gt;But after 10pm was the otak-mati time when we thought of going to grandlink for karaoke but 28 dollars per hour was so not worth it... Instead, we hangout arnd there highnoon-ing. hahs. freak!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-8727331454492251910?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8727331454492251910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=8727331454492251910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8727331454492251910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8727331454492251910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/yesterday-was-awesome-didnt-expect-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3096327156792753933</id><published>2010-08-22T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:11:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very happy 21 mths to me and the bf.♥&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to watch movie and break fast with u tmr...&lt;br /&gt;in fact had always been looking forward to see u each time...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot for the lots of love and laffter.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3096327156792753933?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3096327156792753933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3096327156792753933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3096327156792753933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3096327156792753933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-happy-21-mths-to-me-and-bf.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5602287934242789899</id><published>2010-08-19T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:16:59.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now... financial issues had been so far so good...&lt;br /&gt;It must have been better if I know how to save up.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 9 mths working, I never managed to save... I enjoyed like a newly rich person because I know tht sumhow it will be reloaded. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how bf feels... tsk.&lt;br /&gt;But the little things i do... like saving a dollar a day which had stopped 2 mths ago... helped a lot. I almost forgot I had saved that quite a lot of coins... which i would only use it when im really really desperate for money.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess its time to save a lil more... for the best of my future. =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, referring to the previous posts... when i got fed up applying for jobs...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had an interview... hmms. well, only an interview... they havent confirm with me anything... But at least thrs progress from my applications. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;and coincidently, i met with nazri at the interview... we were the only 2 going for tht interview... haha. &amp;amp; we had the same agent. Hopefully, we can get the job... then both of us can be colleagues AGAIN. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5602287934242789899?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5602287934242789899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5602287934242789899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5602287934242789899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5602287934242789899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/now.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4729093938265078819</id><published>2010-08-16T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:01:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I hate ppl who tells bout me.... or talk to me as if we are bff but when asked 'who r u?' They simply ignored. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Worst still, if they answered with clues. 'alah tkkan tk kenal.... im the one yg... bla bla bla'&lt;br /&gt;eee lagi irritating.&lt;br /&gt;You made me curious and keep on wonder. stop mysteries. I dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;u have a choice. Tell me, or stop talking to me. Simple kan?&lt;br /&gt;Hisy.&lt;br /&gt;kk lemme just get back to watching my adnan sempit series. heh heh. cute sgt sgt story dia~ cant stop continueing watching the following episodes. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4729093938265078819?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4729093938265078819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4729093938265078819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4729093938265078819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4729093938265078819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-i-hate-ppl-who-tells-bout-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-369931356933151149</id><published>2010-08-15T04:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:51:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;You really should watch The Last Airbender! Impressive actions~ nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from movie, pool and hangout with bf and friends. So much of a great time; I got home at 3 plus am. And now its 0446 hrs and im still awake. Just finished sending out resumes for today. I must admit I really am fed up because none of the organizations replied my resume. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now its sahur time....&lt;br /&gt;like all the muslims will say, Patience is virtue especially when ure fasting. So im trying to be VERY patient eventhough im really worked up with applying jobs. hais. Just abit too difficult for me. &amp;amp; tell me abt it, ive updated and editted my resume too many times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-369931356933151149?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/369931356933151149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=369931356933151149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/369931356933151149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/369931356933151149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-guys-you-really-should-watch-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1414589237069389870</id><published>2010-08-11T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:11:39.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the way u annoy, its the way u irritate, ppl just cant be bothered hating u... in fact they enjoyed ur show.&lt;br /&gt;ur discipline made me trust u, and ur craziness made me admire u...&lt;br /&gt;im hooked on u.&lt;br /&gt;it's only a day not miting u... soon to be 2 days.... ive already missed u like as if we are not miting up animore. yea, tht bad swtheart.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i dun feel at ease... i never liked this feeling... whn i couldnt find any reasons why im feeling bad and lonely. maybe its my period, or maybe theres really sumthing bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1414589237069389870?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1414589237069389870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1414589237069389870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1414589237069389870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1414589237069389870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-way-u-annoy-its-way-u-irritate-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3075358139315424156</id><published>2010-08-11T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:39:39.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Ramadhan to all... May all your prayers be listened on this holy month and may i be able to try and fast thruout the mth despite the period days. =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; speaking bout ramadhan...&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking about bazaar.... the food, the kathira, the gathering for the break of fast and the preparation for raya! YES! VERY XCITING. but duit mau standby saja hor~ hehs. which im running out of cash already.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, my bedroom is like garbage with a nice smell... mcm ne nk kemas nihhh...malas nyeeee.&lt;br /&gt;aniways,&lt;br /&gt;now my desktop is out at my living room. not much privacy and i dunno how am i going to put in my pathetic-sized bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahs&lt;br /&gt;so much for 2 mths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3075358139315424156?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3075358139315424156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3075358139315424156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3075358139315424156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3075358139315424156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-ramadhan-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4375323684050339884</id><published>2010-07-17T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:30:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think its ok...&lt;br /&gt;No... at sme part its not ok.&lt;br /&gt;Pleaseee. I dowan to rot at home on a friday nite....when tmr's my off day and nobody's home.&lt;br /&gt;Im just overly emotional- thts his point of view...&lt;br /&gt;So whut? i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in the end...&lt;br /&gt;he gave in... &amp;amp; we got happy again tht nite. lol. Sorry u had to give in and make thgs work all because I am more interested in sulking thn thinking of other ways. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4375323684050339884?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4375323684050339884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4375323684050339884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4375323684050339884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4375323684050339884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-think-its-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-456816772403466519</id><published>2010-07-13T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:29:10.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If theres places selling eye opener... hais... redbull and coffee just dont work... whutelse?&lt;br /&gt;I kept feeling super sleepy at 10pm... &amp;amp; I didnt like it. &amp;amp; Bf hates it too... He thought tht Im just bored being with him... when the fact is... I am really very sleepy. Zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-456816772403466519?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/456816772403466519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=456816772403466519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/456816772403466519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/456816772403466519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-theres-places-selling-eye-opener.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7709698835017753371</id><published>2010-07-08T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:12:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are just too stupid to understand and take us as the stupid one just because they misunderstood. These are stupid people who deserved to gain nothing in life because they only care bout themselves without realizing.&lt;br /&gt;I can shut up easily and walk off but ill never stop cursing and swearing. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7709698835017753371?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7709698835017753371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7709698835017753371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7709698835017753371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7709698835017753371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-people-are-just-too-stupid-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-9015791421087149917</id><published>2010-07-04T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:03:22.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>World cup fever recovering?&lt;br /&gt;Yes &amp;amp; the champion would soon be known.... =]&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I dun really watch all the games... But I AM excited to know the scores just to laugh at anyone who loss money on their bets. Im happy for bf, as he picked the score for spain vs paraguay except maybe he could have bet bigger. haha.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Blogging means cannot sleep and nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;-.- In the bus can sleepppp! tsk, sleep like pig until alight at punggol interchangee grrrr. Very irritating lorrr missed my alighting busstop. Thn nowww, at home cannot sleep!!!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; FYI, Ive been whining about my job for quite sometime... and only noww Ive start to send out resumes. Pray hard pray hard for a new job. pls pls. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-9015791421087149917?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/9015791421087149917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=9015791421087149917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/9015791421087149917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/9015791421087149917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup-fever-recovering-yes-champion.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1079889743800085508</id><published>2010-07-02T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:15:01.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The helix bridge and Resort World are the few beautiful places in SG tht ive been to. I wonder how much they must have spent on the lighting. Both are especially nice at night.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from just taking pictures at helix bridge, I got excited on the stores available at Resort world. I spent the longest time at the hersheys choc world and victoria secret. Despite the victoria secret there isnt selling any bra, I got crazy over the body mists and perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the aroma from the popcorn store fuhhh better than GV popcorns of course. No wonder its so packed we couldnt be bothered to queue as we were tired as hell. Im waiting to ride the rollercoster once its opened at universal studio. Then it'd worth my $66. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1079889743800085508?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1079889743800085508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1079889743800085508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1079889743800085508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1079889743800085508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/07/helix-bridge-and-resort-world-are-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-798681751517541614</id><published>2010-06-22T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:32:49.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing different.</title><content type='html'>Life's unfair. I got a good life with all xcept my work is pulling me bck frm fun. But i must say tht "smtimes is better". I got obsessed over parties, in fact im presently ready for more... I might object to ppl talking about settling down that include affecting parties. Its a negative thot for me because its not parties tht affects your house... Its ur own contacts tht is. On the other hand, having an indulge on great food is indeed a fabulous start to a happy life. Every new food or recipe tried, u just felt accomplished. I remembered the first time i tasted the unagi... Theres no regrets so i thought of having my sister to try it... It was a bad idea, she said ewww before tastin it. But tht doesnt mean im taking her as one of the horrible examples. She contents her life with movies just like i do. I used to be the lamest girl just waiting for some kind ppl to post the movie at youtube... And end up forgetting to watch because the kind person post it late. And whuts worst, i dun carry a lappy... And im alwaes outside hanging out with frens just talking and smoking half a pack within 5 hours after school. N mind u, it was the same thing when it comes to meeting with my then-boyfren. Oh how boring my relationship was last tyme and i cant believe living with it for quite some time. Tell me abt it, we never get into any parties, dinners and movies... Oh! So i met my now-bf who give my relationship complete satisfaction... All girls wud love...  Because he's independent, have lots of initiative except 1% of the times he can be a pig too, oh nobody's perfect rite?... Moving on... He's generous.., veryyy frenly u dun hav to think twice including him in ur circle of frens. N yes, with him i went cinema at least 2wice a mth if not grab dvds for movie marathon, with him i dun have to be stucked eating only at coffeeshops and with him, i can party as and when. He revived my life except tht my career seemed to be taking away my nitelives. Thts just how im irritated wit my job. Its like tht book- working for u isnt working for me. Hahs. But cares whut? Im nt quittin until i get an offer. Because the gss is not over yet. I need cash to get the oh-so-worth-it products! And shopping had always make me happy. U just cant wait to use whutever u bought and that excitement is all the little thgs tht keeps my mind away frm stressin over my pathetic work roster. &amp;amp; whutever ive written above, is the basics tht helps me have a gd life... Of course im expecting more... Whuts life without getaways?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-798681751517541614?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/798681751517541614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=798681751517541614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/798681751517541614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/798681751517541614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothing-different.html' title='Nothing different.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-8567484537678280937</id><published>2010-06-07T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:36:57.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been long since I spent time with big sis. We were karaoke-ing at home when we planned to watch &lt;em&gt;killers.&lt;/em&gt; Ashton's super hot. Its a romantic comedy... so yea... ill give it a 6. =]&lt;br /&gt;Just as i realised, I think me and sis were being romantic yday- going out just the two of us watching a romantic  movie, drinking at winde connection and having our late supper. We hangout for about 2 hours + reminiscing, discussing and never to forget - gossipping.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if ure asking whuts with the 'fed up' on my facebook, its none other than my job. I had to work night shift for one pathetic month. So whrs my nitelife gone to?- in my office. lame.=[&lt;br /&gt;For sure, Im looking for better opportunities... which i have to also find time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when i said that, means I want better pay with better working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my family. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss? MISS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I miss him too. =[&lt;br /&gt;I miss picking him up frm work.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i miss nana too. Because she eksyen dowan mit me, instead went 'org kawen' with her family. duhh. So many ppl had their wedding ceremony yday... even myself. hehs. But I woke up late... teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I still remember, how almost every sunday I managed to find time to go to evry jemputan moreover helping out as kendarat. lol. gahh... actually, I miss doing tht too. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-8567484537678280937?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8567484537678280937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=8567484537678280937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8567484537678280937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8567484537678280937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-long-since-i-spent-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-714852080943955620</id><published>2010-05-24T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:46:07.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally he's officially 26. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was his bday,  baked him muffins and got him perfume. We went to catch Ip Man 2 at The Cathay... and like all of u had liked the movie, I loOooved the movie! And then just now, he brought along his bday leftover cake his mum bought for him- for us! yeyy. strawberry chocs, suweet!&lt;br /&gt;Spent time today at wdls with bf, nana and khairul(nana cuzz). Played taitee for about 4 hours non-stop. Giler. &amp;amp; whenever we lost, we blamed it on "the made-up curse" hahs!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the most irritating part of the day was when a 'lipas terbang' flew towards our seating area. duhhh. So we changed spot for another half an hour before I catch my last bus. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had alwaes been a heavenly day whenever its OFF day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-714852080943955620?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/714852080943955620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=714852080943955620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/714852080943955620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/714852080943955620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-hes-officially-26.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7408205230442541560</id><published>2010-05-20T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:18:59.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good times happened too fast....&lt;br /&gt;My graduation day had past... Im xtremely elated seeing my fellow classmates after months didnt mit up... Took uncountable pictures and reminiscing the times since we first became friends.&lt;br /&gt;The day after was a blast too...&lt;br /&gt;Went zirca and rebel with bf, bestie, her cuzz, her sis and the other frens. We only managed to get in arnd 0030hrs. All due to the fucked up phrase- 'management refuse enrty' wtf?&lt;br /&gt;I felt tht they were fucked up racist... because even we planned to open bottle inside, they still refuse us. not us exactly, but bf. But thx to this one lady who helped him get in. &amp;amp; get the party started. I was having maximum great time as it was the first time partying with bestie... and also... its been abt 5 mths since I last partied. =D&lt;br /&gt;Whiskies and vodkas accompanied us thruout the nite.... &amp;amp; we had macdonalds for breakfast. But now im freshened up... cuz im working at nite... &amp;amp; I cant wait for tomoro... bcuz its bf's bday! Haaa... his 26th bdae... yeyy ure old, boy! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7408205230442541560?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7408205230442541560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7408205230442541560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7408205230442541560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7408205230442541560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-times-happened-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7249995790381472625</id><published>2010-05-13T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:46:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Issit OK to watch iron man 2 w/o watching iron man 1...? hahs. ive done it anws. Ive watched Iron man 2! wee hee!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, I cannot stand this week.... so looking forward to next week on which ive applied 2 days leave. hahs!&lt;br /&gt;Soon its bf bday, and seems to see tht im more excited than him. Ive bought prezzies and couldnt wait to let him have it. I excitedly told him and made him curious on wht im going to give. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I cant wait to party after so long! &amp;amp; because of the long period of not partying, I got extra excited; I bought an orange top at forever 21 to wear to the party. hahs. Apart from evrithing, its gonna be the first time im partying with bestie nana! (tkmo tk jadi suda) hahahaha. kwn bertahun2 tapi tk penah party together. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, this week is no life week... its just a day of home to work to home.(xcept for yesterday and monday) - simply boring. Im going to rot from today till friday. I had met bf on monday for supper and sasha had picked me up on tuesday for supper too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;So with these lame days, I had occupied myself with dvds. Finally, Ive watched 'my name is khan'. So sad to see my shahrukh with syndromes; I cried the entire movie till im caught up with flu. Ive also watched my farid kamil in V3. Movie wasnt as impressive as I thought... however, I still enjoyed it because there's farid kamil. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im dying to watch kl drift 2....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7249995790381472625?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7249995790381472625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7249995790381472625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7249995790381472625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7249995790381472625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cannot-stand-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1410415671296465012</id><published>2010-04-26T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T03:44:17.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was very much contented on my off day, Saturdae eventho it was coming to the end of the mth when me n bf were almost cashless. We had spent 2 hours singing at a budget karaoke plc  at grandlink before meeting nana and other frens at bugis for sisha. We chilled there smoking and snacking for almost 5 hours till the place was already closing. We enjoyed our time there playing two rounds of 'game of life' and some card games. Since nana had to go, me, bf and the other guys wasted another 3 hours at al-ameen wdls. We had food and drink all thanks to nana's cousin's bestfren. I was initially embarrassed to take his offer but he insisted on treating us. Big thank you to him. It was great chilling with these young men laughing over their funny stories and playful characters.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now... Im not as happy all becauseeeee.......... im at work.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But whuttodo, no work, no money- no money, no play.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anws, just adding one random question... Have you ever been so irritated with sumone just because u cant stand his/her face? pls tell me u had... =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1410415671296465012?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1410415671296465012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1410415671296465012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1410415671296465012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1410415671296465012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-very-much-contented-on-my-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1220534524787632486</id><published>2010-04-15T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T04:04:58.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like he's ok. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent had enuff sleep.... obviously im sleepy already..... i blacked-out several times while watching raging phoenix online few minutes ago. Movie's too good to resist on sleeping. So I snacked over the midnite to keep my eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; finally I managed to put the 30 seconds ringtone back to my phone... thx to bf ku yg baik hati. If not my ringtone will always be 'marimba'. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sumhow agree with evrithing happens for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;Ive always thought about the time when I can see my close relatives again due to my busy schedule... So it happened during my visits to the hospital... one-by-one, my relative came... It really felt good. Thanks to them too for the greatest support towards my father who's extremely nervous before the operation...&lt;br /&gt;The result has been successful.... and im very much relieved especially when father waved his hand from inside. However, I havent got to see him closer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1220534524787632486?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1220534524787632486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1220534524787632486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1220534524787632486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1220534524787632486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/seems-like-hes-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-2822478423878372403</id><published>2010-04-08T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:22:25.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear god,&lt;br /&gt;pls let my dear father be ok. Please dun let him suffer in any ways.... may the operation succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the worried dotter...♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-2822478423878372403?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2822478423878372403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=2822478423878372403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2822478423878372403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2822478423878372403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-god-pls-let-my-dear-father-be-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1625463324278937366</id><published>2010-04-08T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:28:51.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive always wonder whuts fate all about...ive heard from people's facts saying its already written in ur life... Then why still lead a life? why trouble urself to go find a job... when ur fate is that ure going to be miskin forever? why find love when theres someone fated to be with you?  I havent been relying to fate... but whenever I got unfortunate myself...thn ppl will tend to say "accept the fate julie" to my face. Seriously, irritating nk mampos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ure going thru a life means ure already controlling how u want ur life to be. That means theres no fate.... its either ure lucky or unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I havent been so lucky... except the fact that im extremely contented with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;But almost everyone is believing in fate and is making me nervous to make choices in life. Kan mcm kesian if ure so smangat about ur choice all the while but fate already stated that ure not gonna make it... isnt it a waste of time? oh... is it because y we have fortune tellers around...? or is it because y ppl keep on saying life is unfair? Im not totally against fate.... just tht i desperately need someone/something to clear my curiosity and get me over these unimportant thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i post this is because i dun wanna waste my time searching or rehearsing when theres fate. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1625463324278937366?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1625463324278937366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1625463324278937366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1625463324278937366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1625463324278937366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-always-wonder-whuts-fate-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4068865556511075885</id><published>2010-04-07T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:50:40.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been quite awhile since i posted anything due to my home internet being cut off for the umpteenth time. &amp;amp; Theres loads to update....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to announce that Ive got myself an iphone... so thts y ive sent my new num to u ppl. *grin*But......... mine is ver 3.13. blearghhh. so I havent got full version games for free. damm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; another thing im happy about is my new black hair. ok theres still dark brown at some parts of my hair... but the overall is black... so i judged it as black. hahs. whutever.&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, im at work. bored. still hungry even after eating my 2nd meal of the day 10 mins ago. 2 roti prata not enuff la... &amp;amp; if ure wondering...., I havent gain weight ok. In fact, Fen(sham's friend), didnt recognise me when I bumped onto him and his gf at causeway. I took a second to say hi and he said, "eh, ako da  tak kenal ko, ko da kurus".... hw do you think i reacted? bahahah. only bf noe how happy i was thruout the day. &amp;amp; please, do not say fen was trying to be sarcastic ok. I bet he wasnt.  &amp;amp; oh... Ive watched the clash of the titans. one of the best movies ive watched. bf supposed to watch it with his bestfriend, but the showtimes wasnt good so he watched it with me the following day which got his bestfriend merajok. haha. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Im missing my tp friends now.... I cant wait for grad day on the 18th of may. because I also cant wait to hold my diploma cert. =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My job is an ass. I wanna change. But I hate interviews.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4068865556511075885?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4068865556511075885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4068865556511075885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4068865556511075885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4068865556511075885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-quite-awhile-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6980780455190467139</id><published>2010-03-16T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T03:11:05.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate waking up to work... which 90% of the sensible human beings will definitely agree with me. We only work for money.... the only thing that excite us with our job is pay day... and some mite consider off days or other common benefits their job offer.&lt;br /&gt;I hope im not talking abt me myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... It felt as if sumthing is pulling me back evrytime im stepping out to work... &amp;amp; I will start to imagine the people's faces... the ones i have to work with... omg. Will I make a mistake today? Will there be a big complain today? Am I going to have loads of complains? Shut up julie, its only ur first job.... am i still learning? or i shud hav learnt by now.... ? Or its just not for me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am still waiting.... for something I really want... so that I can be one of the other 10% of the sensible human beings.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the best for me.... im praying.... ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6980780455190467139?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6980780455190467139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6980780455190467139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6980780455190467139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6980780455190467139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-waking-up-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5713647830180552675</id><published>2010-03-15T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:52:59.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no!....economy julie merosot lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiss.... I need to really be kedekut for 2 weeks before pay day. When u have more money than u usually have.... u tend to spend more.&lt;br /&gt;For example, yesterday. Karaoke with bf n nana....&lt;br /&gt;I knew I will not have enuff to last till the end of the mth.... but still.. i insist to go for the singing session. But im not regretting abt it.... in fact I loved it! We always had fun... anywhere.... even at the lamest place. &amp;amp; I cannot help thinking abt the 'single ladies' scene at the cash studio.&lt;br /&gt;As usual if part bukan², it will always be bf. =] &amp;amp; if i know... I would have video-ed him. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes,&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry again. I didnt have proper meal. I ate 4 epok2 before work at noon... and nestum 10 mins ago...&lt;br /&gt;This is whut happens when im trying to save money.... and my mum didnt cook.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5713647830180552675?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5713647830180552675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5713647830180552675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5713647830180552675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5713647830180552675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5621307389086657753</id><published>2010-03-08T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:46:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im skipping the exhausting part of the days; Im one of the happiest girl today. All because I finally got a chance to be away with bf to KL. &amp;amp; eventhough KL is still the same, I never got sick of shopping there...&lt;br /&gt;However, we wasted time searching for that onedropperfume... the one Nas tagged about... HAHA. I almost found it... but the shop no longer carry that brand... Nevermind, I managed to buy something similar. &amp;amp; for the first time I went to Avon boutique... hahs. I've been ordering from my aunt's avon catalogue because its not available in s'pore. &amp;amp; now im in the boutique itself?! hehs &amp;amp; wait! I didnt noe bf can get excited over brooches. hahs, he got 1 for his mum. Sweet rite? hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we didnt want to exceed our budget, we cooked! We had steak and wine for dinner, maggi goreng for supper and bread, tuna and half boil eggs for breakfast. slurps. The apartment we stayed over have been very convenient. It was the same apartment I stayed over with my family last year... consists of a kitchenette, a bedroom and a living room. Despite the services, it is very near to KLCC. Supposed to be a 5 min walk... but I guided Bf on a 25 mins journey which when our mood went down. My memory sux... especially if ure asking me on directions. However, we did found out the correct route the following day.&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, cook to budget doesnt mean we dont eat in any of the restaurants in KL.&lt;br /&gt;We did tried Marybrown, A&amp;amp;W, Secret Recipe and Nandos. The secret recipe cheesecake is way cheaper than mc cafes', saycheeze and gloria jeans but its the best! &amp;amp; the extra hot chicken at nandos is superb!&lt;br /&gt;ok, enuff about food and all...&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, Im in a cab moving on a flooded road. Thank god its not that major. Tsk. &amp;amp; the cab driver actually agreed to drop us off at a closed pathway and expect us to climb the gate! hahs. But no, luckily. I mean, its raining cats and dogs..the road is flooded... do not put more pressure on us. We were not even carrying umbrellas. -.- &amp;amp; lucky us, it doesnt rain the whole time of our holiday. We managed to visit the popular malls and streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the fun we had, I didnt want to go home.... hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5621307389086657753?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5621307389086657753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5621307389086657753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5621307389086657753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5621307389086657753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-skipping-exhausting-part-of-days-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6273736336420860902</id><published>2010-02-28T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:05:42.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALAH!!!! I WANT NEW HANDPHONE!&lt;br /&gt;But all so XXXX. =[ I want sumthing that keeps me awake in a boring environment.&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, I can buy.... but.... my cash is only enuff if I buy it with plan. BUT. I want to avoid using line. Because Im happy with my Happy128. bahahaha. OR. I shud just buy it with plan??? hehehehe....its so tempting u noe....&lt;br /&gt;Iphone? Nokia X6? erk. whutelse... uhh... bf said HTC the new one also not bad....&lt;br /&gt;I WANT I WANT I WANT!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6273736336420860902?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6273736336420860902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6273736336420860902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6273736336420860902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6273736336420860902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/02/alah-i-want-new-handphone-but-all-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7642654773239753628</id><published>2010-02-26T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:04:56.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pay day has always been awesome be it alone or companied.&lt;br /&gt;I had hotcakes with bf for breakfast at civic mac and thn sent bf to work before I start my shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, I went shopping by myself. All couldnt be bothered to accompany me shop at 1pm. Some said its too early and some are working. &amp;amp; so... I headed to plaza sg for 'Cotton On Body'. lol. I dunno bout the other outlets so I stick on to plaza sg. I bought multiple underwears, a dress and window shopped for bags at the other boutiques. Im a bit fickled abt bags, so I didnt buy any. I was lucky to proceed compass pt after plaza sg. They have sales going on at the atrium. The ones I saw were kiddy palace and watsons. Ive bought a baby t-shirt and a PJ for my cousin, Md Hairi who is a few mths old. =]&lt;br /&gt;By then, Im already shagged... as I was from work which ended earlier at 7.30am. So I grabbed my neccessities at the specific stores and then head home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I havent finished shopping for the mth, hehs. More to come with bf at the later days andddd the holiday! Im so looking forward to shop more at KL on the 5th. Cant wait Cant wait Cant wait!.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7642654773239753628?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7642654773239753628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7642654773239753628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7642654773239753628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7642654773239753628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/02/pay-day-has-always-been-awesome-be-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4387704832326119062</id><published>2010-02-19T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T01:12:05.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to quit but I havent got enuff.... times are bad now... but I couldnt wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;Its ok.... ENDURE.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Anws. I cant wait for pay day.... I need to buy perfume. All my perfumes are finishing.... ALL. hahs. Ive been going window shop on perfumes with bf.... and Im stressed out finding the right perfume. I hate this one sales asst who followed me thruout the time im in her shop.... and she kept recommending me smelly perfumes which got on my nerves. She wouldnt let me browse peacefully. Im still undecided. So if anyone of u have pleasant recommendations, I would appreciate your generosity to share... =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here for now....&lt;br /&gt;Im calculating my budget.... I need to save more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4387704832326119062?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4387704832326119062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4387704832326119062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4387704832326119062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4387704832326119062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanted-to-quit-but-i-havent-got-enuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-116375665048217801</id><published>2010-02-14T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:15:06.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day and Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, Ive spent the eve watching the valentines day movie with bf and bestie. &amp;amp; then i was love sick on the day itself because he left me....................&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;to Muah(balik kampung). hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt make a big deal anyways because I myself had to work.&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout V-day, I come to realise that this year is the sweetest valentines day ever eventhough we didnt have any gifts for each other. Totally different frm those bloody valentines I dated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is the only man who calmed me down when im pressurised, the only man who know whether im faking a smile or im really smiling, &amp;amp; the only man, I need nt have to call evry minute just to ask 'where are you?'.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now im home - alone.&lt;br /&gt;Like other years, me and my family had spent CNY at the beach. Be it at east coast, pasir ris or changi. But I didnt get to join them today... because by the time I reach, I will miss all the fun. Furthermore, my siblings are not there... so I can imagine how bored I could be at some point of time.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-116375665048217801?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/116375665048217801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=116375665048217801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/116375665048217801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/116375665048217801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-and-chinese-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-438313603456558052</id><published>2010-02-09T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:59:27.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The moodswings coming again. &amp;amp; my face!!! argh... many pimples coming out... big ones- concealer couldnt hide it... =[&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to get irritated with a lot of people. I couldnt accept criticism these days because I had tht a little too much and I got emotional over it for almost 48 hours. But the best part is, nobody noes...&lt;br /&gt;So when I kept it hiding in me till today, I blasted over a small thing. &amp;amp; Bf's the victim. Until now... I am still burning in anger even when I knew its over. I am still thinking bout being vengeful.... &amp;amp; sticking on to my ego even when I knew he's sorry.&lt;br /&gt;All because im facing hard times which is just pointless to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;So id just fuck it and then tell to myself over and over again.... 'Tmr will be a better day'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-438313603456558052?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/438313603456558052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=438313603456558052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/438313603456558052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/438313603456558052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/02/moodswings-coming-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6642902048538098833</id><published>2010-02-08T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T03:04:24.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its so good to blog at home... I can type peacefully and think better of whut to include.&lt;br /&gt;If u still dun get it, my internet is back! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;Im just done with a report... work stuff... &amp;amp; ive always hated reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways....&lt;br /&gt;my day isnt so good. Have u ever felt u're having this bad feeling for no specific reason and u woke up with a heavy heart, u just wanna let ur tears out and cry....for no reason? Have u? Say yes pls. I dun want to be one of the weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;It happened earlier today before bf msged me sumthing saddening yet pitiful. I actually blamed that for the tears ive let out hours before. We used to meet up almost evriday even if it takes only a few hours. But bf had complaint bout wasting cash over cab fares.... so he decided to reduce the number of times to meet up. &amp;amp; when im working the afternoon shift week, im not able to see him.... like this week. =[ I agreed to that is because I thought its for OUR own good. Still, Im in no denial that im gonna miss him like crazy and im having doubts if I really could cope with our new routine. hahs. But I can sense how serious he is abt this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I did NOT meet him today. But i met sasha and sheila. =] They picked me up from work... went jalan kayu for supper; I had 1 and a half prata eggs. Then sent sheila home and drove me to a quiet road where I can drive! hehehee.... maklum lah havent got any luck for a license.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6642902048538098833?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6642902048538098833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6642902048538098833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6642902048538098833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6642902048538098833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-so-good-to-blog-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-8300607603025246649</id><published>2010-01-29T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:52:36.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why cant my brain work like a genius? &amp;amp; mind u...Im one of the freaks who took vitamins but as usual for most ppl, it just dont work. Im not able to think fast like the first person to lose in debates. I only know how to panic and be paranoid over little things which I wont get over it until it is solved....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I havent update abt my younger sis, she passed her TP! woohoo! 3 cheers for her... I knew u can do it.... yea, she's practically good in driving, I knew tht even before she took up her driving lessons. *wink* hehs. I remember the nite at yishun damp and jalan kayu. &amp;amp; nt forgetting the almost 360 degrees U-turn. Bahahahaah!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-8300607603025246649?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8300607603025246649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=8300607603025246649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8300607603025246649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8300607603025246649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-cant-my-brain-work-like-genius-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3224919698680906427</id><published>2010-01-20T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:35:27.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It brings me back to childhood when im saving 1-dollar a day. Hell YES, ive been saving for the past 15 days. Its like a warm-up thing as I havent been saving for years. Im aware im not in wonderland; Im in Singapore. Frankly speaking, its a country where it's a MUST to save or else... u'll die of loans. But im not dying yet because i havent got any loans to settle. Thank myself for switching from the usage of hp line to prepaid. =] &amp;amp; oh. I havent dare to use credit cards. I almost wanted one but got against it after seeing ppl having hard time paying back the credits. But I still need 1 though- for holiday purposes in future. &amp;amp; then I have to make up my own rule- 'credit cards are strictly for holiday purposes.' Ya ya...Its like as if I never go against rules. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;But the worst part is that im still living with parents and im already with financial issues. I cant imagine when i got my own house having to pay numerous bills. ok, I gotta stop thinking a little too far. I should be happy for myself now that im saving a dollar a day. hahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3224919698680906427?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3224919698680906427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3224919698680906427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3224919698680906427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3224919698680906427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-brings-me-back-to-childhood-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-8110741028046833242</id><published>2010-01-19T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T03:00:27.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its time that I have to appreciate S'pore's security system and how safe we can be in here. Im also amazed with how most s'poreans dun fall over bribes. It just fucked me up when sum ppl are just ready to receive bribes; they actually created a scene unprofessionally and then expect a lump sum. For god's sake, he's innocent with loads of witnesses and proves. Let him go....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes. Have u ever felt how ur gums are bloody itchy and irritating and u just feel like plucking ur teeth out to relieve the irritation?????&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling it now. at the back of my tooth. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;And another thing that irritates me today is a guy who uses the old technique to get to know a girl. puhleaseee. Just stop it with 'hi can we be frens? I got ur num from "some random name".'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then when rejected.... "sombongnye dia".&lt;br /&gt;Eeeew. &amp;amp; the idea of getting my num or giving my num without my permission already freaked me out. So dun bother thinking of some random names just to konon² cover ur bontot ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-8110741028046833242?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8110741028046833242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=8110741028046833242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8110741028046833242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8110741028046833242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-that-i-have-to-appreciate.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4297036060551573661</id><published>2010-01-18T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:33:32.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im broke due to Taxi fares that include midnite charges. =[&lt;br /&gt;Im bored because my internet at home is still down due to unpaid bills. =[&lt;br /&gt;I need a new phone because i cant stand the lag anymore. &amp;amp; the camera.......hais. sumtimes saved and sumtimes unreadable after taking - Inconvenient for work purposes. =[&lt;br /&gt;Im addicted to Sims 3 since bf downloaded in his iphone. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt stupid sumtimes because i cant manage my time. I miss visiting my grandma &amp;amp; having family outing consistently... but I didnt hav many off days. Ive spent my off days with bf, frens or siblings. &amp;amp; sumtimes I gave away my off day for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for bf too... because he didnt manage to save a little this mth. I hope things will get better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4297036060551573661?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4297036060551573661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4297036060551573661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4297036060551573661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4297036060551573661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-broke-due-to-taxi-fares-that-include.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-287216848124459291</id><published>2010-01-10T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:48:11.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always defined Sunday as the laziest day of the week and i brought that definition with me to work. So that explains how I am LAZY at work now. The time goes too slow and I cant stop feeling sleepy since the time i reached work till now which is an hour before im packing to get out of my office.&lt;br /&gt;But im looking forward to head bugis with bf for a lil shopping later.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; a little update about yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;Me and bf did sumthing to our hair... not anithing outstanding or weird or funny... just being vain- bf had ash hilites on his dark hair while I touched up my damaged rebonded hair. We had 3 hours of our time yesterday at the salon... before we watched the chipmunks at the 2155 show. Only weird ppl put their thumbs down on the movie.  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-287216848124459291?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/287216848124459291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=287216848124459291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/287216848124459291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/287216848124459291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-always-defined-sunday-as-laziest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-9001124229325975592</id><published>2010-01-09T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:37:15.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merajok kerana bf cancel plan gi batam nxt week? Funny but true. I mrajok for 2 hours ok. haha.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, its ok. Im counting down now to end work at 3pm....&amp;amp; then ill be meeting bf to go jalan2. yeyy. &amp;amp; I have to blog at work because my wireless at home is left unpaid. -FINAL REMINDER pls pay $301. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Im fucked up abt tht ok. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-9001124229325975592?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/9001124229325975592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=9001124229325975592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/9001124229325975592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/9001124229325975592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/merajok-kerana-bf-cancel-plan-gi-batam.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1020857940506273098</id><published>2010-01-04T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:49:16.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive watched Twilight! NOOOOOOO not New moon. The first part. hee lagging. Only because alot of people gave negative feedbacks for twilight when it first came out in the cinemas. &amp;amp; when the new moon is out, i suddenly received awesome feedbacks. no, not just the hero is good-looking. hehe. Aniways, im not always outdated; Ive watched Avatar too.... &amp;amp; mind you, i watched the 3D version. =D It was one hell of a great 2 hours 45 minutes show. But im not as avatar freak as bf; he watched the movie twice in cinema.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes... im currently cracking my head abt whut to do on a Monday nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1020857940506273098?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1020857940506273098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1020857940506273098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1020857940506273098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1020857940506273098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-watched-twilight-nooooooo-not-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7710261605369389682</id><published>2010-01-02T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:48:11.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eventhough I didnt manage to celebrate new year this year... Still...I would like to wish Happy new year to all! Hope u achieve ur resolutions and may ur life be more exciting in 2010. Thats exactly what im wishing for....&lt;br /&gt;2009 isnt bad.... in fact, great times especially with bf. Despite im financially broke.. I still manage to survive with my pathetic tuition income and school allowances. However, the end of  2009, Ive found a job that I can learn alot of things... and im still with the job. So yeap, just looking for new exciting things in 2010. =]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7710261605369389682?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7710261605369389682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7710261605369389682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7710261605369389682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7710261605369389682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/eventhough-i-didnt-manage-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1670668745656416196</id><published>2009-12-31T05:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T05:20:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahh Bf's got Iphone ady sey. LoL. but wasted 5 dollars over a pathetic apek who doesnt want to put for him the screen protector. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with bf earlier ydae.... &amp;amp; I got emotional over cheesecake. He wont let me buy it... &amp;amp; Im craving for it until now.... yeah...typical me and food.&lt;br /&gt;Im just BORED. &amp;amp; missing bf and my frens like crazy. I wont be seeing them till Saturday which is my off day. haisssssss. &amp;amp; I very much cant wait for it... because im DYING of boredom. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1670668745656416196?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1670668745656416196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1670668745656416196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1670668745656416196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1670668745656416196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/wahh-bfs-got-iphone-ady-sey.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7507412127607748937</id><published>2009-12-28T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:48:36.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant post this on facebook so im posting it here.......because we had a deal; im threatened by my bacin face snapped by him.&lt;br /&gt;I cant help it but it's only funny when the gf eksyen pengsan and the bf thought it was real and starts to panic. bahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Bf is the kind of person who's not easy to b tricked so i was like super happy when I got to trick him out of random after our supper at simpang bedok. Omg, the mushroom steak still havent digest yet....plus the twister at kfc...plus homecooked kway teow goreng. hehs. stomacheadache ar. oh.. mentioning the simpang bedok, theres this girl who tegur-ed my bf... "eh hi"(*&lt;em&gt;menyampah ako dgr suare dia&lt;/em&gt;*)ukwim. But I didnt comment anything until bf told me, "if u wanna know, that's one of the few girls he blocked and deleted on msn." wahahahahaha. I cant believe my judgments were accurate. I dun mind him having girl-friends la... but u shud heard her tegur my bf. &amp;amp; her face! yes her face~~~! u shud have seen.... its not abt how im jealous of her looks or anything abt her... in fact im happy with whut i have and to be more exact- she's fatter than me. =] ok, just soooo long since i got involved in criticising people.   &lt;br /&gt;Aniways, Im still disturbed abt working nite shift on new years eve. =[&lt;br /&gt;argh!. whuttodo.... theres good and bad la hor...&lt;br /&gt;working away the nite shift is the most relaxing part of my current working life, however, its just the most lame ever when ure at work... and most of ur frens are partying like a rockstar. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7507412127607748937?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7507412127607748937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7507412127607748937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7507412127607748937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7507412127607748937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-post-this-on-facebook-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4276885907567484615</id><published>2009-12-26T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:21:03.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year xmas will be an unforgettable nite. Partied with bf and frens at dbl0... and I can win the most irritating and troublesome drunkard for that nite. Luckily I was with 3 men &amp;amp; they really helped me get home safe. I was very very very very paisey about the 'flashing' thing. Only &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ppl will understand that part. It was freaking horrible. &amp;amp; I actually vomitted on my right leg. wtf. Even worst when bf's omnia dropped on my vomit. The touchscreen cant be use now. oops. I am really really sorry. &amp;amp; I couldnt walk, bf's fren had to carry me to the cab. The only thing in my mind that point of time is just to fucking get on my bed and sleep. But luckily I only got wasted after the club.... so it isnt that bad at a whole except we didnt get to go for our late supper after party.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt so bad bout tht.&lt;br /&gt;Later afternoon.... I realised that my bag's zip is spoilt and my new lipstick is gone. This part here, I only wished I didnt got drunk. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met bf, nana, an and boi. Finally met nana again after some time.... yeyy. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; they were planning for countdown party especially an. Sngaje. Tsk. .....SHITTY SHIT, I will be pathetically working nite shift on that day. hais. countdown at work or whut??? Zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4276885907567484615?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4276885907567484615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4276885907567484615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4276885907567484615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4276885907567484615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-year-xmas-will-be-unforgettable.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5841462218387188858</id><published>2009-12-19T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:50:13.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPthk3W6D0E/SziNS8vn_EI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LsOTRqPYTF0/s1600-h/091218_190346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420237508223433794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPthk3W6D0E/SziNS8vn_EI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LsOTRqPYTF0/s320/091218_190346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cheesecakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been eating.... andddd not forgetting the darn-good-brownie at mc cafe...slurppps....! *thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bf nih pndai lah pilih makan. hehs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, laff at me for having a lower knowledge on cooking.... bcuz i always need the recipe book when cooking. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5841462218387188858?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5841462218387188858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5841462218387188858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5841462218387188858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5841462218387188858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cheesecakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aPthk3W6D0E/SziNS8vn_EI/AAAAAAAAAM0/LsOTRqPYTF0/s72-c/091218_190346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838732326609888694.post-5100451201948635877</id><published>2009-12-17T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:48:57.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30 dollars in total, spent on cab... for 2 consecutive days. Thanks for waking up VERY late for work. But a sincere thank you to my colleague who had covered the minutes.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my leg hurts. Its tiring to walk for hours but my new shoes are killing my foot.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.......&lt;br /&gt;my bf is enjoying his road trip.... &amp;amp; i am left alone here in sg.&lt;br /&gt;But I deserve it because I desperately need a proper rest, my 8 hours of sleep and my time to update myself.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at home updating blog, manicuring my 'cacat-ed' nails. Bf and nana had laffed about it, so... yea.... Im doing sumthing abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5100451201948635877?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5100451201948635877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5100451201948635877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5100451201948635877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5100451201948635877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/30-dollars-in-total-spent-on-cab.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3742744485000367760</id><published>2009-12-14T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:05:21.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had one hell of a good good nite with bf at our secret place. Except the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paranormal activity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; suxx big time.&lt;br /&gt;We could hav watched better movies during our movie marathon....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;why cant 'torn money' be use but was given to me? oh, so im cheated? I received the torn ten dollars as my change at a minimart...but then rejected at the coffee shop opp my house when I wanted to pay for my prata.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking up my PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I cant meet bf tmr. =[&lt;br /&gt;misses* again &amp;amp; again...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3742744485000367760?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3742744485000367760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3742744485000367760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3742744485000367760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3742744485000367760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-one-hell-of-good-good-nite-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-2199481849568860204</id><published>2009-12-11T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:17:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive lost 1-kg and I bragged about it to almost evryone tht I know. =]&lt;br /&gt;Typical me the &lt;em&gt;fatty girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Im so proud of bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He passed his IPPT.&lt;/span&gt; woohoo. means no more tues, thurs and sunday training! means he wont complain abt his chin-up anddd he received the hundred bux. suke la tuhhh. hahaha. Aniwaes, told u, sometimes miracle can happen and I know u can do it &lt;em&gt;fitty boy.&lt;/em&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just cant wait for Saturday. . . . . . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-2199481849568860204?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2199481849568860204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=2199481849568860204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2199481849568860204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2199481849568860204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-lost-1-kg-and-i-bragged-about-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4814532308826375075</id><published>2009-12-10T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:33:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I WANT A LOUDER VOICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No use talking &amp;amp; talking when nobody can hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4814532308826375075?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4814532308826375075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4814532308826375075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4814532308826375075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4814532308826375075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-louder-voice-no-use-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-9137238348533383774</id><published>2009-12-03T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:14:44.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ida just left to work, sasha went shopping with my mum and im left at home with dad. Its not that I hate my dad or anything equivalent. In fact I LOVE my dad more than any men. Its just that I have no topic to joke about with him. Yea, I could win the most boring child award. Aniways, since im rotting at home already despite karaoke-ing with Ida earlier, Im going to the library before I head for my tuition. &amp;amp; I mean now! So bubbye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-9137238348533383774?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/9137238348533383774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=9137238348533383774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/9137238348533383774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/9137238348533383774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/ida-just-left-to-work-sasha-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7628291225749519977</id><published>2009-12-03T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:49:53.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just the best feeling ever when it comes to off day. I can get myself to update whuts left behind bout myself. Besides, I can just get away from the harmful people.&lt;br /&gt;Its not about bragging how nice I am, but cursing how some people can be extremely mean. &amp;amp; these are not about any specific person. Im just disgusted with people who stabbed the others at the back for their own good. Ive said this and im saying it again, "you can be bad in alot of ways, but never hurt others," In this world its not all about you...at all times, u need to understand how others are like... because some can be super sensitive and some are super open to criticism while others are in the middle. &amp;amp; sometimes u cant even judge which category u fall into. So ukwim.... However, its not easy to be good to all..bt its not difficult either.. to be good to majority.&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;Im still on holiday period at work... Especially Tues and today. =]&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im agreeing on how useless my diploma course is. or shud i say, ive chosen the wrong job.&lt;br /&gt;But its ok, like everybody said, experience matters.&lt;br /&gt;So fuck it, im already stucked with this job... &amp;amp; im already starting to learn new things and im going to continue learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im heading to the library tomorow &amp;amp; get some books to past my time. Else, if my siblings are home, id rather spend my time with them....... &lt;em&gt;I miss u gerls!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7628291225749519977?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7628291225749519977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7628291225749519977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7628291225749519977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7628291225749519977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-best-feeling-ever-when-it-comes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4031751829952535408</id><published>2009-11-29T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:05:35.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stomach will explode soon. Ive been eating ikutkan nafsu since hari raya haji. Yday was my first time at fish n co. hehs. I noe im abit lagging la... but people seemed to have broken their promises about treating me there. So, I ate with bf at dhoby ghaut outlet. From the bottom of my heart, I cant get enuff of the marvelous, juicy mussels. slurpsss! of course we also ordered the fish n chips... U shud see my tummy on sat nite. fuhh.&lt;br /&gt;Anws, bf finally bought shoes. While I accompanied him to look for his shoes, I got a crush on one of uniqlo's jacket or sweater or whutever it shud be named. I hate this part right here~~~~~ when u saw sumthing and u cant own it at the moment. Geram!&lt;br /&gt;I was home early on sat nite.... I was very very very sleepy all because I was working in the morning... off to eat till full, surveyed the newly opened mall &amp;amp; window shopping at Ion. Shagged and all, I went home walking like a drunkard forcing myself to get washed up before I sleep. *sweet dreams Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, im having stomachaches because ive been eating unhealthily for 3 consecutive days.           =[ Mind you, Ive wasted 20 minutes in the toilet not letting anything out...Tsk. I think im having constipation again. Boring~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4031751829952535408?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4031751829952535408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4031751829952535408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4031751829952535408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4031751829952535408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-stomach-will-explode-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3440707115908383957</id><published>2009-11-26T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:05:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I got 2 days off ♥. Its been awhile since I go onlyne at 2.58am.&lt;br /&gt;Well... my life is still lame. Im still broke so I havent been partying or shopping. Worst still, Im budgeting on my transportation after realising that I need to top up $10 after every 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, like any other human beings, I have dreams too. Ive always thought about upgrading myself. &amp;amp; now, I exist in a challenging job which I am still paranoid over my own performance in future. Ya Ya... Typical me, I noe.&lt;br /&gt;Anws, Im still dreaming about &lt;em&gt;getawaysss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the dreams and the lameness of my life, theres always a bright side. &amp;amp; its always &lt;em&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/em&gt; that can make ur life brighter. Ive met long lost frens and new frens along the way.... and of course the current close frens that have always been there to shower me with joy.&lt;br /&gt;That is why, no matter what u do or how great u managed urself, the people tht happen to enter ur life are those that you need to treasure most.&lt;br /&gt;Adding up, I actually bumped onto Fahmy. People, &lt;strong&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; unfriendly&lt;/strong&gt;. Just that sumtimes or rather most of the times especially when im by myself walking anywhere, I will tend to 'menonong'. So, please do not hesitate to tegur me ok? okay, back to this Fahmy, he is my neighbour to be exact but we rarely bumped onto each other. Imagine, how in the world could you lost contact with a fren who lived just under ur house?? &amp;amp; ur first conversation with ur neighbour is in a club? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, but yea...that is exactly whut happened between me n this fahmy. Aniways, I was pretty much excited when i saw him just now after almost a year. But we didnt really catch up much bout each other because we're working &amp;amp; he was saying sumthing about seeing me in the bus as well.. one example of ppl who saw me but dowan to tegur. Hahs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3440707115908383957?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3440707115908383957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3440707115908383957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3440707115908383957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3440707115908383957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-i-got-2-days-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-8919745006834832527</id><published>2009-11-22T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:16:53.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a 12 hour sleep.... Eyes so wide and comfortable enuff to blog. But my head is still heavy due to the slight fever i carried yday. Gone to bf's fren rewang yday....bcuz bf couldnt make it today. It was the most sleepiest time ever but I managed to hold on my eyes because bf and his frens were chatting up reminiscing the old times when they were still in poly. It was interesting to know how they changed and how they've not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh... before i forget, me n bf had been in a reltnship &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; for a year after crushing with each other for a few mths. Haha. He's the incredible bf &lt;em&gt;(NOT that he looked like hulk)&lt;/em&gt; but he really know how to make me smile... &amp;amp; what's more affecting is that he knows how to make me feel important in his life at the same time making his frens happy. &amp;amp; he's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; overly romantic, puhleaseee.... yucks. He's really admiring la.... Aniwaes its not like I want to exagerate about our relationship being as purfect as some fairytales, we do have small fites a number of times. &lt;br /&gt;But then again, i can never know whuts happening later, so... may god bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent told u I met my primary school bestfren, Fizah, during my orientation at the airport... &amp;amp; god noes she's one of the prettiest lady now.... &lt;em&gt;(she's not ugly last time either).&lt;/em&gt; Im really glad she remembered me....not only me, but the whole thing that happened to us during the old times. We chatted up about our other mates and I got a lot of nice-hearing news from her. Like one of our frens' in NUS now... etc. oh! &amp;amp; Fizah's mum remembered me too! =D I managed to kip in touch with her &amp;amp; im hoping to gather with the rest of our frens as well... &lt;em&gt;*misses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-8919745006834832527?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8919745006834832527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=8919745006834832527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8919745006834832527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8919745006834832527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-woke-up-from-12-hour-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3519215878931049780</id><published>2009-11-15T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:02:43.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I appreciated that im given a job, however, i must admit im lacking of sleep. I have to get use to it. Despite that, im only on training... so im still curious yet nervous to start the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;Im as paranoid as ever always stressing on the negatives.&lt;br /&gt;When I managed to calm myself down at least abit, I will start again whining abt my finance. Im worried about not having any allowances for another 2 weeks. hais.&lt;br /&gt;With regards to my tuition, great improvement for my girl! Her mum was happy and was reluctant to replace another tutor for her child. Same goes to me... because we had built the positive relations with one another, i will definitely miss her. But I havent stopped teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back on how tired I am, I still manage to save some energy to meet bf, nana, amir, lyssa and wan. After my half-day work earlier today, I met with them for our triple dinner and movie date at bugis. We watched 2012. The 'end-of-the-world' story. Some of the parts were really sad yet touching, nana caught me crying. Tsk. Anws, the movie is great including the graphics. *Thumbs up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3519215878931049780?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3519215878931049780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3519215878931049780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3519215878931049780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3519215878931049780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-appreciated-that-im-given-job-however.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6156229696087703842</id><published>2009-11-07T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:49:31.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeyy. I finally got a job... hehehe.... Thanx to Sham who recommended me.&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting this Monday, kinda nervous but excited at the same time. As usual lumrah carik keje, when u got it... other jobs that u've applied for will start to call u for interviews. wahh. bila part2 tkder keje, senyap je sumer company. Like just now, 3 companies called me for interviews. Aniways, whuts more important is that im gonna spend my wkends with bf and bestie before I get busy working... hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not to forget BIG day for ida this sunday... Im so happy for her! Congrats sister! xoxo =]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6156229696087703842?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6156229696087703842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6156229696087703842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6156229696087703842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6156229696087703842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3774953379515254733</id><published>2009-11-01T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:04:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy belated haloween!&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;I had one whole tiring day based on WALKING and dashing through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I was at town with bf surveying the costumes but it was abit too expensive. So, it was raining, we went to ion for shelter at the same time to visit bf's fren who's working at the choc store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to clarke quay at about 8 plus 9... &amp;amp; met with bf's frens. We planned to go rebel but the queue was scary. So we changed to butter factory which was unexpectedly worst. &amp;amp; then changed to social house... bf n i had planned to give up clubbing on the way there. So we had left bf's frens who were queuing. We decided to grab some drinks and sat by the river while waiting for bf's another group of frens. Yes, we're back to 'just the two of us' again. After they arrived,... Next stop, whopper bar. We had burgers n then me n bf met nazmi for awhile to take a picture with him in his costume. I swear he managed to scare the shit out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, it was already going 3am...&lt;br /&gt;We ended the day at supper club, not too long there, maybe an hour plus before we went back home. Shagged n all, I didnt want to wake up just now(sunday noon) for my kakak sdare's wedding. But I did... as Ive promised my mum. =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I like the hellboy. cool as hell. oh &amp;amp; nt forgetting the super mario. Hahs! First nmpk, without misai, 2nd tyme nmpk misai da lebat. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3774953379515254733?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3774953379515254733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3774953379515254733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3774953379515254733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3774953379515254733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-belated-haloween-hehs.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4155708352024968001</id><published>2009-10-28T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:23:19.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! Finally sampai hajatku untuk pergi morning jog. I woke up 5 plus... jog till 6 plus thn home. Boring la jog alone. Sleep, wake up to go shop and get strait times, job seek for 2 hours then sleep. Wake up, check my mail, eat, facebook, then here i am- blogginggg.&lt;br /&gt;Happening jugak ako nih pepagi bute. =]&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided to keep myself healthy. Bcoz I dun want to see my future in the hospital doing ballooning or bypasses or desperately looking for the best medicine bcuz i dun wanna undergo any operations. Feel free to say im paranoid. I dunt want to take the risk exceeding the limits of cholestrol and nicotine. Ive seen them suffer; im sad.&lt;br /&gt;Im also scared and guilty because im a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;I regret thinking tht smoking was cool initially. That it later became my bestfriend whenever I am stress, My company when I am bored and became a habit to smoke before I go to sleep. Its been at least 7 years tht I have smoked. I tried quitting but I suffered insomnia and agitation. I tried to cut down but could not resist to take a puff because the time past too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say 7 years plus is still not too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4155708352024968001?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4155708352024968001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4155708352024968001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4155708352024968001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4155708352024968001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-finally-sampai-hajatku-untuk-pergi.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-2774789844569322557</id><published>2009-10-27T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:51:04.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ako digigit semot api semalam. Swollen k. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-2774789844569322557?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2774789844569322557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=2774789844569322557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2774789844569322557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2774789844569322557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/ako-digigit-semot-api-semalam.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7698750343978174445</id><published>2009-10-27T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:55:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever u are, u might wanna read Saufi's tag correctly. He said "Life's like that", He didnt say "Org Kafir's Life like that"... Im neither angry at u calling me kafir nor agreeing with u. Because I noe myself better and who do i pray to. I know im not perfect &amp;amp; had go against my religion in alot of ways. But who are you to judge rite? If u wanna call urself the 'faithful islam', then why go around hurting others and judge a person? Why pray five times a day when ure insulting others by all means? I may not be the role model of a muslim but I do have my religion's knowledge carried with me. So please, think before u type...&lt;br /&gt;Zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7698750343978174445?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7698750343978174445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7698750343978174445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7698750343978174445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7698750343978174445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoever-u-are-u-might-wanna-read-saufis.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7656145170547889879</id><published>2009-10-26T09:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:25:15.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dengan penuh semangat, I woke up 6.15 am today to go for a morning jog sumhow to release some stress out of me and feel healthy. But unfortunate me as ever, my sport shoes went missing. So i spent my morning.......... searching the store, the shoe rack and my bedroom. I end up eating breakfast and switching on my desktop. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have never thought of spending my money on sport shoes; pls make my sport shoes appear again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit when i think of cigarette however when i feel like shit i need the cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now I couldnt get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting bored. Bored with my life. I have said tht for the umpteenth time, i know. I can be annoying to some people, but dun worry, I have my own clients to listen to my never-ending problems. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, i still believe tht a miracle WILL happen. So atleast u can now see, im not tht sad.&lt;br /&gt;Despite that im all broke, my dad's sick, my family's goin to be poor... I still stand with what i believed; a miracle will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I literally sent a job application half-way through to the employer. All because of multi tasking. Embarrassing. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...waiting for bf's morning msg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7656145170547889879?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7656145170547889879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7656145170547889879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7656145170547889879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7656145170547889879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/dengan-penuh-semangat-i-woke-up-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-8596013701950344961</id><published>2009-10-23T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:10:28.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are things getting tough for me? I only wanted 1 thing I thought it may sumhow solve almost the whole thing. But that 1 thing I wanted seemed so hard to achieve. I could not help prevent myself walking around carrying loads of burden. Overall, I am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Im feeling the individual stress-ness within my family. Seeing them stress makes me sad, seeing myself sad makes me stress. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES, I am emotionally disturbed right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-8596013701950344961?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8596013701950344961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=8596013701950344961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8596013701950344961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8596013701950344961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-are-things-getting-tough-for-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6127247694537139080</id><published>2009-10-22T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:10:39.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. Im trembling... I dunno whether to be sad or scared...&lt;br /&gt;God save me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6127247694537139080?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6127247694537139080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6127247694537139080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6127247694537139080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6127247694537139080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5553423558917792019</id><published>2009-10-21T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:34:55.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing after another....&lt;br /&gt;I was going tuition when i got a call from my mum saying tht my dad got admitted to hospital due to heart problem.... =[&lt;br /&gt;Bf had accompanied me to the hosp... A slight relieved when my dad's condition wasnt so critical.&lt;br /&gt;Praying hard for his recovery....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5553423558917792019?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5553423558917792019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5553423558917792019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5553423558917792019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5553423558917792019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-after-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3495010142267017974</id><published>2009-10-20T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:27:21.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boohOohoo...&lt;br /&gt;Im deprived.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out. out from here. out from sg. Take him with me and enjoy the breeze of other country. Damm... just hope to see more ka---chingggg in no time, so as to travel farrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me. &lt;br /&gt;Im full of craps when Im sick bored at home job seeking. Less than 5 companies replied my resume throughout the month. How pathetic is that??.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can i stop whining bout cash issues? WHEN?? when can I spend without worrying? WHEN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut it out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im taking a break now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3495010142267017974?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3495010142267017974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3495010142267017974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3495010142267017974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3495010142267017974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/boohoohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7397241086683299364</id><published>2009-10-18T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:53:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt as if He sumhow read my prayers. I do appreciate of course.... but if only these miracle could happen often. Im still jobseeking aniways. Still waiting for numerous calls by the end of this week and still sending out resumes.&lt;br /&gt;Well today, seeing both my mum and dad happy, brings me additional comfort. I had great meals earlier at home...(siput sedut maut and biggg black pepper prawns) after complaining abt boring meals my mum had cooked these days... She really valued our feedback eh? haha. Its not like we're pushing her to cook exclusive mouth watering dishes evryday... but u cant expect sardine and egg all the time too rite? hehs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im going to smoke... &amp;amp; i can predict my next destination will be -in the toilet. =]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7397241086683299364?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7397241086683299364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7397241086683299364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7397241086683299364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7397241086683299364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-felt-as-if-he-sumhow-read-my-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4733999652199570417</id><published>2009-10-18T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:09:59.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bf n I celebrated deepavali at FCP. ok, not that I wanna put it as a celebration, Im just trying to wish those who celebrated in an indirect manner. whutta? nemind im just typing shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first day of pms and I was climbing the stairs of FCP. Only ladies can imagine how I tolerated the cramp and backache. We had sushis, potato chip and green tea. We never got bored of sushi... in fact we got addicted to the tasty unagi. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the bus home because we had too much time with no money. So atleast we couldnt think of spending on anything in the bus right?. Konon2 mcm 'Time is precious but Fendy's more precious.'&lt;br /&gt;ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a great day with love. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4733999652199570417?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4733999652199570417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4733999652199570417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4733999652199570417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4733999652199570417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/bf-n-i-celebrated-deepavali-at-fcp.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3369675474830271698</id><published>2009-10-17T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:59:32.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would choose to know the truth. Although the truth &lt;strong&gt;may&lt;/strong&gt; hurt, it doesnt hurt as much as a tiny lie. So, the reason why I choose Fendy is because he havent lie. We shared the dirtiest story ever since we know each other and at some part I was disgusted, but at most part I felt special or rather important. He consistently inform me his whereabouts eventhough he noe tht my reply will most likely be a simple 'ok'. Besides, theres alot more about him that often made me smile. Dont mind me, I cant help blogging bout this guy bcuz Im still madly in love with him... &amp;amp; I love praising him here bcuz I noe he wont read my blog unless I pester him so. "Blogs are for girls..." that's whut he always said... when one of his friends (a guy) is also blogging. duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is sumpah &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt;. Im just bored because nobody's entertaining me on msn, bf's out to deepavali's bazaar(wth?),&amp;amp; I only spent time with bf earlier for a few hours and I got nothing to blog about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3369675474830271698?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3369675474830271698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3369675474830271698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3369675474830271698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3369675474830271698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-would-choose-to-know-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-368785606233240300</id><published>2009-10-16T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:28:52.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling like a failure evry single day. I didnt know life could be so challenging I always thought of giving up. Actually, its me... its just me without courage &amp;amp; me without confidence. I blamed on life being cruel, because Im only self-motivating.&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes, had fun partying with bf and his frens again yday; I fell in love with the pineapple malibu. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-368785606233240300?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/368785606233240300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=368785606233240300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/368785606233240300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/368785606233240300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-woke-up-feeling-like-failure-evry.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-2117546914885373949</id><published>2009-10-12T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:15:06.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nana and fendy were inspired by the 'center parting hairstyle of the mat malaysia' and actually couldnt stop making me as the model. bahahaha. oh, no? clown? hahs. I supposed. SUKE KAN??&lt;br /&gt;But I got to admit that I actually looked forward to see each outcomes. Eventhough all doesnt suit my face.   &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the studio was at civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the hairstyling, we shared ghost stories. Thanks to the stories, I went home with goosebumps. my darling bf just wont pickup his phone, I was pathetically looking for a 10 min companion. n he only called me back when im home safe. hehs, Its ok la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniways, alotof ppl been asking.... "da grad? beh keje mane?" VERY VERY Pressurising question. sigh. Im still considering alot of things la... &amp;amp; I havent met an opportunity that could excite me abit. It is also sad to see my income running lower. Partly due to transportation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-2117546914885373949?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2117546914885373949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=2117546914885373949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2117546914885373949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2117546914885373949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/nana-and-fendy-were-inspired-by-center.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6663640853112256250</id><published>2009-10-11T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:03:31.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could there be someting sad or negative that's goin 2 happen anytime soon? My eyes been twitching since earlier today.. Im also carrying this heavy feeling which im still figuring out whuts the matter. Im putting my fingers cross!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes, I had a good chat with Fendy's mum earlier... [thank god]. hahs. She's not as fearsome as she looked.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I just got home after jln raye with fendy and his friends. We unintentionally ended the day early and couldnt come up with any plans. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Nana's bday celebration on the 9th was awesome. We got full of seafood and not to forget the incredibly scrumptuos chocolate cake. We sabo-ed nana by forcing her to eat the cockles. YES, the mouth-watering cockles which nana regard it as one of her 'fear factor' food. whutta waste ryte? But she did ate em afterall! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u really had a great bday with me, fendy, lyssa and sasha! &amp;amp; also.... hope u like my gift for you. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to lyssa, thanks for making us drink the beers in our so damn full stomach...bahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;VERY bloated at the end of the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6663640853112256250?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6663640853112256250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6663640853112256250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6663640853112256250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6663640853112256250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/could-there-be-someting-sad-or-negative.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-164707426802566398</id><published>2009-10-07T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:53:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still cant see myself in 5 years time.... I am still confuse about whut really suits me... &amp;amp; I fear to start any line. Maybe im lacked of support?. or maybe nobody noes whut i ever wanted. I dont express much bout my ambition to people because I fear that it can never come true.... is it just me and my fear? or is anyone feeling the same way i feel....? Some who have worked with me said that Im lacked of confidence which usually brings down to fright.... even bf agreed the term...&lt;br /&gt;Or paranoid imagining abt how i succeed was only luck and that is very risky to continue succeeding? &lt;br /&gt;God! why am i so paranoid over stuffs that were impossible. &amp;amp; how can i not be more firm with myself and get whut i wanted all my life?&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised....how coward can i be...&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I should really improvise myself, make a difference and make my family proud. Even if it starts bad, I should have been prepared to endure the circumstances. Say whut u ppl hav to say. May god bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-164707426802566398?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/164707426802566398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=164707426802566398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/164707426802566398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/164707426802566398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-still-cant-see-myself-in-5-years-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3439077985950361620</id><published>2009-10-02T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:49:34.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last minute plan usually worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;Raya on thurs were supposed to be cancelled due to transportation.... Bt poor hafiz had took a day off from his work, bf was on leave, me and nazmi were already looking forward to it and saufi &amp;amp; nana were on 'sbrg' mode; thus the raya was replanned last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Although we only visited 6 houses, we were shagged travelling frm east to west with our glamorous outfits. hehs. We cant stop wasting time on phototaking....♥&lt;br /&gt;Btw, bf had met mum early noon ydae but my mum is like me, not so outspoken so she didnt talk much with bf, furthermore i dunno why she's xtremely shy with bf.&lt;br /&gt;I saw his mum too yday but thats because we visited his house so the five of us saw his mum. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Anws, referring to the previous post.... I would like to thank bf, sasha, nana, lyssa, sheila and ida for the surprises and gifts. Eventhough i meet bf almost evriday, u girls can still plan with him without me knowing a single thing. tsk tsk hebat lah korg nih...=]] Much loved!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dislike Paris Hilton&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but I cant deny her perfume has a superbly nice smell.... Bf actually bought it for me on my bday after being praised &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'the perfect gentleman'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by the sales promoter. haha! Thanks lurf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3439077985950361620?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3439077985950361620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3439077985950361620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3439077985950361620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3439077985950361620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-minute-plan-usually-worked-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-812677543716630584</id><published>2009-09-29T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:39:26.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant wait for it.... ok, for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TMRW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be more precised....&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I know there will be a surprise.... Bcuz im very impatient. But when I already knew, I will smile and smile....and smile.....&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;SMILE&lt;/strong&gt;. =]&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"u, bsk bday I tapi tetap Im still 21.", Julie said.&lt;br /&gt;"mane bley gtu.... Bsk cancel la bday present," Fendy said.&lt;br /&gt;"alah tkpe... aslkan im still 21.", Julie said.&lt;br /&gt;"gtu? i suke tau kalo my gf 22 and above.... aru mcm woman gtu," Fendy said.&lt;br /&gt;"eh? okok.... bsk i 22, yey!" Julie said.&lt;br /&gt;"nak kene puji aru mengaku eh? tsk tsk" Fendy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOMAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sey tmr. weewits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-812677543716630584?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/812677543716630584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=812677543716630584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/812677543716630584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/812677543716630584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-wait-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7990372334088496634</id><published>2009-09-27T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:54:43.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im totally disgusted with ppl who's just acting too nice with the person they had badmouthed abt...Seriously... I cannot stand it.... Pretenders.&lt;br /&gt;Besides tht, I also despise hypocrites who simply disappoint ppl; they hav potentials for disrespecting other ppl's privacy. Due to individual reasons.... however, u know it urself how imperfect ur life leads....that doesnt mean u hav to prove to others tht this perfect-looking person has its imperfects like.... bla bla bla. God, thts so kaypo and pathetic... Seriously. These might not hav happened to me.... but yea....I did see &amp;amp; hear these stories and is totally against them. Everybody has their own reasons to keep it private. Definitely rude to just embarrass the person without his/her consent to alot of ppl. Even if u're speaking the truth, so whut?? u still hurt someone's feeling which still doesnt make any good or difference... duhh. Good enuff the person trusted u with his/her personal stuffs &amp;amp; yet u took it for granted. Its so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;So better take note.... it's good to be open when listening to others' problems.... but keep it close to an outsider with regards to your personal stuffs unless u trusted him/her 101%.&lt;br /&gt;Whutever u do bad in this world, never ever hurt others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BDAY MUM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought her the metro gift voucher shared with ida.&lt;br /&gt;Look, I might hav been an ignorant daughter who does not seem to care but I havent forgot that u have been a wonderful mother who's trying real hard to keep her family's reputation good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ILY. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7990372334088496634?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7990372334088496634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7990372334088496634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7990372334088496634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7990372334088496634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-totally-disgusted-with-ppl-whos-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6032886214598745062</id><published>2009-09-26T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:08:47.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly miss my mum.(random) but seriously, i miss her. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I donno why. but life's being so unfair. Its not that we are lazy people or sumthing.... we really wanna work to earn.... &amp;amp; its not tht we hav bad intention in future, we only need money to help out others as well as being stable for ourselves. But the thing tht comes in is the thgs either not worth it or simply not for you. Again life's being unfair when u hav to live a life u dun prefer? I dunno, but its just so annoying to see other ppl succeed when u are struggling.... I mean, yea... u feel happy bout those ppl who succeed.... but whut bout urselves? third time im repeating it...life's being unfair... u felt happy for others but never for urself?&lt;br /&gt;Im confused la actually. I just donno whut i wanna do in future.... &amp;amp; its scary to imagine ure holding a meaningless cert after wasting thousands for it.&lt;br /&gt;ok. maybe im just impatient... but how can i not be when I know the solution but couldnt get to it? sucks ryte? Its more pressurising to depend on ppl.... ill keep thinking bout when can ppl depend on me... hais....&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes. All tht i typed above is fictional.... I typed evrithing tht struck my mind.  Bear with me...I just couldnt stand being pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6032886214598745062?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6032886214598745062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6032886214598745062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6032886214598745062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6032886214598745062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-suddenly-miss-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7033554272673107443</id><published>2009-09-21T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:19:34.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Full of lontong, sambal sotong, sambal goreng pengantin, ayam rendang, kuih2, krepek2, wooooooh. until now i havent let em out...standby je uh ako kentot. hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest day ever with my family.... with loads of photos taken and uploaded at Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt; Nobody's sick this tyme.... evryone's in good mood.... &amp;amp; whutss more is tht i still get duit raye from my close aunts and uncles. but whutts embarrassing was.... my ADEK sdare, she gave me duit raye too.... lol. I refused at first k ppl.... hahs. Theres 29 more days to celebrate anws.... ill update more! =]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7033554272673107443?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7033554272673107443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7033554272673107443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7033554272673107443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7033554272673107443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/full-of-lontong-sambal-sotong-sambal.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5330836308576609588</id><published>2009-09-20T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:05:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLAMAT HARI RAYA 2 ALL FELLOW MUSLIMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres anythink i did tht might hav hurt u in any ways, sorry many2 ye! =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still studying, happy collection.... &amp;amp; for the rest happy holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5330836308576609588?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5330836308576609588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5330836308576609588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5330836308576609588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5330836308576609588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/slamat-hari-raya-2-all-fellow-muslims.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3309648191308706644</id><published>2009-09-19T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:47:23.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been busy working currently and didnt have time to surf the net.... Im deadly stressed with this job... &amp;amp; is desperately looking for sumthing more stable or worth it. Ive started to dislike rich people... So whut ure rich when u dun have manners? If only I dont have to follow the customer service rule..... ukwim.&lt;br /&gt;Anws. Im looking for some courses that might be relevant to pursue... however, Im too tired to research abt those courses. Like now.... I can feel how heavy my eyes is.... &amp;amp; tht I cn sleep just in 3 seconds.... 3, 2, 1.... ZZzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3309648191308706644?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3309648191308706644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3309648191308706644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3309648191308706644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3309648191308706644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-busy-working-currently-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-3533806331484415462</id><published>2009-09-13T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:46:45.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bodoh uh nih tuisyen. I dun c any income coming in frm this house even though she didnt cheat me any money... She often postpone my lessons last minuteeeeeeeeeee. &lt;strong&gt;OFTEN&lt;/strong&gt; ok???? &lt;strong&gt;YES OFTEN HAPPEN!&lt;/strong&gt; bodoh nye mkcik. Imagine I s'pose 2 start tuition at 2.30.... She cancelled it at 1 plus..... part2 ako da mandi.... &amp;amp; halfway dressed. &amp;amp; whuts more frustrating is that, Ive already prepared the teaching materials. &amp;amp; the paper tht i wanted her to do became crumpled i tell u, as it was on hold since last last last week.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they are sickening thts y their maids had alwaes left them. hahs! They leaked out their own personal horrible experience to me. The way they expressed themselves is like as if they are expecting alot frm me... cmon la... ur child is already weak in math.... the same goes to you... ure unable to understand pri 4 problem sums??? &amp;amp; ure alwaes cancelling my lessons. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; blaming me. Im not trying to criticise or whutt lar, but how would u feel when ure completely prepared for sumthing and it was cancelled??? &amp;amp; im breaking my fast at tamp later.... U GET IT?? ako siap kul 1 lebih untuk gi buke kul 6 lebih??? Hais. with these kind of people arnd me, seriously I cant fast. However, I am still fasting now.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, ydae was a &lt;em&gt;'break record'&lt;/em&gt; for myself n bf. We were at geylang for 8 hours ok. 8 SWEATY HOURS! between 3 to 5 -we shopped our baju raye.... This yr gonna be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue da ba di da ba da....~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; thn went to &lt;em&gt;arnold&lt;/em&gt; to book for a seat of 6 for buke. The restaurant was packed; we had to wait till 7.45 for our meal. after eating, we had walked along the bazaar bcuz some of us needs to get something for home. &amp;amp; bf's other frens were coming to geylang also.... so we waited for them and thts it 11 plus, Went home.... cuz bf's catching his soccer match at 12 plus. &lt;strong&gt;VERY EXHAUSTING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-3533806331484415462?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3533806331484415462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=3533806331484415462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3533806331484415462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/3533806331484415462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/bodoh-uh-nih-tuisyen.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-4990867323520091686</id><published>2009-09-12T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:57:33.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im currently feeling stressed up, demoralised and actually ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whuts wrong with me exactly, but ive been thinking abt so many things. I havent been fasting these few days.... &amp;amp; im not hungry or couldnt stand being thirsty.... its just the ciggies that I really need... and I couldnt help it bcuz of my own situation. Im actually ashamed because I once thought abt giving up... but of course i havent... -.-&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes, sumthink actually made my day for awhile; I hav officially graduated frm tp! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-4990867323520091686?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4990867323520091686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=4990867323520091686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4990867323520091686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/4990867323520091686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-currently-feeling-stressed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5276302560031527021</id><published>2009-09-08T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:38:32.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally,&lt;br /&gt;I got a job at clarke quay...part time...as an appt. setter, the pay wise is not so bad... &amp;amp; 2mrw is my first day.Yayy. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then I will have trouble rescheduling my tuition. I got 2 candidates....and Im gonna have problem with 1 of them....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; today im fasting again.... bcuz I actually promised myself that when I got a job today... Ill continue to fast the whole day long... So I have to keep my promise right? =D&lt;br /&gt;Im overjoyed right now...., my tuition is cancelled so i can go meet bf at his workplace... =]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5276302560031527021?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5276302560031527021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5276302560031527021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5276302560031527021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5276302560031527021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-i-got-job-at-clarke-quay.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5989016487567131814</id><published>2009-09-08T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T02:25:28.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont mind buying 2 for 10 dollar bra. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Went toa payoh wit sasha n ella, my cuzzie... to buy the brassieres and some of our other necessities. Somewhr at tpy central, theres this angmoh who persuaded us to try the hair curler. Only sasha tried.... and we got amazed by the curler but still refused to buy. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then&lt;br /&gt;it was Nazmi's bday party at his house...&lt;br /&gt;Before we reached his place we (me, ct, nad, fida and rif) actually got him the topman card as his bday gift; we were sort of in an indecisive situation. We (me,ct,nad,fida and nazmi) also surprised rif a gift from diva for her belated bday. Hope both of you like em....&lt;br /&gt;anws I was darn full after eating at Nazmi's house....there were variety of delicious home-cooked food. Finger licking good, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;Poor bf who met me aft the party; he was in hunger. &amp;amp; i randomly brought him to compasspoint... when he told me he got sick of fastfood... damn, the only foodstores which were not closed yet were fastfoods. so yea, we end up going to burger king. No choice. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5989016487567131814?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5989016487567131814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5989016487567131814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5989016487567131814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5989016487567131814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-mind-buying-2-for-10-dollar-bra.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-7231621599126810790</id><published>2009-09-06T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:38:49.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; yes! I love my new hair color; Normal brown... plain? yes, I think it looks more presentable on me. However, i still envy bf's hair. Accompanied him to fareast to get his hair hi-lited at this particular salon that was having promotion. He got rusty blonde hi-lited on his hair... ♥&lt;br /&gt;Evening, we went clarke quay to chill and then went to this hindi pub, whr zack often go... We were not long there.... ,at 11pm, we went off. Not really my type of pub eventho there wasnt any customers yet when we arrived~ &amp;amp; we only go there bcuz zack had asked us along furthermore we got nutting better to do by the river. By the way, we only drank green tea there, no alcoholic drinks i swear. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-7231621599126810790?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7231621599126810790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=7231621599126810790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7231621599126810790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/7231621599126810790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-love-my-new-hair-color-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-2033405118109201274</id><published>2009-09-05T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:51:47.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt know Benjamin Button's movie is 2hours43minutes long. That long... I didnt manage to catch my last bus... so whut else, I still hav to get home ryte...? bf wont hav time to entertain me till first bus at wdls...&lt;br /&gt;Im currently dye-ing my hair for the second time after the blonde. The first tyme didnt make any diff... still blonde... so I hope this dark brown dye will work on my blonde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-2033405118109201274?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2033405118109201274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=2033405118109201274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2033405118109201274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/2033405118109201274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-didnt-know-benjamin-buttons-movie-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6935945811306307172</id><published>2009-09-03T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:45:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually lied to my parents saying that Im still having lessons in school so as to survive with the allowance from her. =X God, pls forgive me....&lt;br /&gt;Dammit was so hard to find a day job... &amp;amp; I couldnt possibly leave my tuition, their exams are coming, ill feel bad leaving them like that.&lt;br /&gt;Real stress going on...., 17 sept is coming.... last working day for my mom... &amp;amp; then... shoots. Im dead if i still havent got a job. ok, maybe half-dead sounds less exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;arghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6935945811306307172?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6935945811306307172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6935945811306307172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6935945811306307172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6935945811306307172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-actually-lied-to-my-parents-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5841325385318431778</id><published>2009-09-01T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:00:51.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I promised him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i dun do that blindly, I actually thought over it for awhile....&lt;br /&gt;its not easy to commit sumthing u havent tried, or u thought u cant. I got no choice, however, it's for my own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5841325385318431778?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5841325385318431778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5841325385318431778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5841325385318431778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5841325385318431778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-promised-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-6845099075445951954</id><published>2009-08-29T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:11:31.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Sasha (adikku tercinta),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish you the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happiest 19th birthday&lt;/span&gt;. Hope u will have an awesome day with ur loved ones... &amp;amp; may god bless you in whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Kakakmu tercinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-6845099075445951954?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6845099075445951954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=6845099075445951954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6845099075445951954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/6845099075445951954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-sasha-adikku-tercinta-i-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-8645751779030195862</id><published>2009-08-28T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:15:04.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wth! Sumpah, ako clumsy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I actually fell down the slippery stairs not far from my blk on my way home... and then i got my pants wet; the butt area of course. Whuts more paisey was the group of chinese guys near the stairs actually saw the embarrassing incident. I heard them giggle ok. I got up and tried to cover it up by taking out my phone and msg bf.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i got one anonymous call just now. ok not exactly anonymous, he told me he was adi..erk or hadi... stying yishun... arrr.... siape agaknye eh... whoever u are playing prank on me, please own up! hahs. Because he claimed to have talked to me on the fone last week as well which is sumpah not true~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-8645751779030195862?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8645751779030195862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=8645751779030195862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8645751779030195862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/8645751779030195862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/08/wth-sumpah-ako-clumsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-1100985123798473256</id><published>2009-08-27T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:11:40.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im actively job seeking rite now... haha.... nw i noe the feeling of ppl who couldnt get a job for months.... some even worse- years. Eventho im only seeking since last few weeks, I almost gave up. haha. I got more kanchong when mum gonna stop working in september.Thats real soon ok! &amp;amp; then my family income will only be enuff for half the bills and maybe food. I really hope to get a job soon so that I can help abit on the bills and be more independent. Moreover, Raya is coming...- duit bnyk mau pkai loh~&lt;br /&gt;Anws talking bout raya,&lt;br /&gt;It's the sixth day of ramadhan, and i manage to fast for 4 days so far. Im so proud of myself, that I can actually prevent myself from smokin eventhough ida had smoked and drank soft drinks in front of me. chey debah~ cool sey pada ako. Ya ya...sum ppl will say tht my puasa is invalid due to the 44 days thingy. Saya harap akan berubah tahun depan ok? &amp;amp; then sum others will say "sudahlah ko, pastu nxt year ko ckp samer lagik...da brubah aru blg k?" okokok... lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-1100985123798473256?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1100985123798473256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=1100985123798473256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1100985123798473256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/1100985123798473256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-actively-job-seeking-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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-1838732326609888694.post-5196913435320736498</id><published>2009-08-23T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:31:42.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As mentioned, I went Little India to accompany Sasha. Her eyebrow is perfect now. *Envy* The place also provides facial and hairdo... &amp;amp; as usual, it was so tempting lorrrr.... pakkal money no hap. damn. &amp;amp; then, otw to hav our meal, we saw this shop selling rejected make-up products.... as in those branded ones... Mac foundation at 28 buxx? Tempted again lor... = [&lt;br /&gt;Anws, I went to bazaar geylang, as usual... lotsa ppl... went to survey for raya clothes actually... buttt havent seen the perfect one. So of course ill be going again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1838732326609888694-5196913435320736498?l=journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5196913435320736498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1838732326609888694&amp;postID=5196913435320736498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5196913435320736498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838732326609888694/posts/default/5196913435320736498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journey-of-breakdowns.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-mentioned-i-went-little-india-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03918170538668269233</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></feed>
