<?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-7289025657523608443</id><updated>2011-08-02T05:28:01.167+08:00</updated><category term='One.'/><category term='My Buttercup'/><category term='He Hit Me Hard.'/><title type='text'>Great physical beauty &amp; appeal.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-8627161051583871484</id><published>2009-12-06T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:26:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive me mother, for i have sinned. I don't dislike you, it's just that I'm more than curious to know what spark this odd nature of yours? I think you've lost it yet in the other hand your trying so hard to seal your true self within. &amp;amp; what sort of grudge do you have towards yourself? The air have shifted it's direction much drastic than i can foresee. You've sacrificed almost all your pawns yet you're still persistently holding on to your beliefs in molding the perfect child. It's not the generation gap it's just us growing up. We have our flaws but you've been anticipating to prevent anyone from realizing it. I'm happy however disappointed that you can't accept reality. Being the black sheep of the family is enough of a burden but to lie to perfection is even more shameful from what lies beneath it. To be the best is already tough &amp;amp; to prove to you I'm the best is my biggest  challenge. Well destiny is in my hands, after all I'm that ITE-educated son your truly abashed of. Period.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt; My sins can't pass the heavenly boundaries. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-8627161051583871484?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/8627161051583871484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=8627161051583871484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8627161051583871484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8627161051583871484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgive-me-mother-for-i-have-sinned.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-3276110210472254337</id><published>2009-09-15T00:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:57:44.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381376173573016530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sq59HjySC9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/TNpnDYVpftg/s320/c54080767dc8b36a.jpg" /&gt;Ok tonight I'm being uber random again. Today's topic is about boobies. I know it's sick but who cares. Your boobies are my concerns. Huh? Ok shut up Eypul. How many of you would want to enlarge your tiny prune assests? I know I won't if I had one unless you're one whore who use your big meatballs on chest to attract the opposite genders. So unnatural. Having lumps is womenly enough, I guess? As a guy I won't know how is it a burden having them but I don't understand how is it a pleasure during sex? Seeing it bounce up &amp;amp; down, sway from side-to-side. Ok wild imagination must be from all the experience. Whoops, na'ah! me + girls + bed = slumber partyy nothing fancy! Oh I've seen more than enough boobs in my life. Sharp &amp;amp; blunt nippies. Big boobs with small nippies. Small boobs with big nippies. Must be from all the sucking, guys please behave. Unless it's me cos' guy + guy = bromance. Perfectly normal. Hehs. Ok my point is having small boobs are perfectly normal. Stuffing is abnormal. Look at the brightside at least when you age your excess meat won't be as saggy &amp;amp; flabby as those with hefty hooters. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-3276110210472254337?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/3276110210472254337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=3276110210472254337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3276110210472254337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3276110210472254337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-tonight-im-being-uber-random-again.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sq59HjySC9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/TNpnDYVpftg/s72-c/c54080767dc8b36a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-7202867727909800260</id><published>2009-09-14T03:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:50:37.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sq1S92SX6eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1ZpIwhPgPKA/s1600-h/2615345623_c493b6b215%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381048352275687906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sq1S92SX6eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1ZpIwhPgPKA/s320/2615345623_c493b6b215%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's 3.30am &amp;amp; I still can't sleep. Insomnia. So today's topic is not about Ugly Betty but something close, &lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;minah-s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a.k.a girls with thick pale make-up &amp;amp; weirdly shaped eyebrows. Why in the world would you want to clean shave your eyebrows? There's this thing called threading &amp;amp; not putting a wax strip on your eyebrow. Let me guess, they are as bushy as your mum's vagina? Bleargh, plain nasty. Among the cheekies I attract at Geylang, more than half are &lt;i&gt;minah-s&lt;/i&gt;. Even if I'm purely straight, I won't go for McDonald's walking advertisors. I'm sorry God for estranging such hideous man-made eyebrows. Pink eyebrows? Sorry my mum told me not to talk to strangers especially if they "stand out" too well. Thick pale make-up? Girls, Halloween is in October &amp;amp; not the whole year. Let me guess you swiped those make-up? A simple reason why you didn't had the right tone. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-7202867727909800260?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7202867727909800260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=7202867727909800260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7202867727909800260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7202867727909800260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sq1S92SX6eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/1ZpIwhPgPKA/s72-c/2615345623_c493b6b215%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-6069711851073316589</id><published>2009-09-12T18:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:43:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I'm sure there's a handful will go like, "Finally he updated his blog!". Hahas I wasn't in the mood the whole month. I know it's lame but I'm sure everyone do the same. So today I'm going to talk about a sum of events: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;13 August 2009, MY 17th BIRTHDAY &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20 &amp;amp; 27 August 2009, Photoshoot &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;28 August 2009, Birthday Wishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;F1 Job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;17th Birthday.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380591645784835234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SquzmCBwhKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ngcQPnpXhoU/s320/6360_115235238444_785153444_2375434_1119200_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380578224651613634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SqunY0aPtcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d4VtuZoKb0s/s320/6360_115238843444_785153444_2375455_3487514_n.jpg" /&gt;Hello again fellow fans, what I can say is this year's birthday was the best after 3 years of boring stay home party. I guess 13 is an unlucky number. How can I fall seriously ill on my birthday twice? I'm jinx so stay away fellow fans or you might be caught in birthday curse cycle. Well it might be true? Was sucking tits at home to kill time, ok random. Erm so my fellow classmate had this mini surprise playground party which really had me omg-ing when a big chocolate cake with strawberry toppings arrives. Ok here comes the disgusting part. I had to fill my mucus infected nostrils with whipped cream &amp;amp; blow everything out. It brings them joy seeing how tormented I was. Actually it's quite fun, you should try it. Hahas. Was touched, seriously. &amp;amp; thanks to my bug, I wasn't able to show up for cheerleading practice. Bohoo! But they still mass message me at midnight and made a video which made my day, like totally. 2-4-6-8 who do you appreciate, ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Photo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;shoot.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380582834648917154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SqurlJ_QJKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9bUm56QlZZ0/s320/9927_131753211038_670716038_2972097_5690841_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a so-called mini makeover to have our pictures taken for attachment purposes. We had to go through a series of beauty therapy session cosisting of manicure, make-up &amp;amp; hairstyling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my group did a photoshoot prior to my project about fashion runways. So we focus on 3 different trends vintage, beach wear &amp;amp; bridal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380604824001459650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Squ_lGtcNcI/AAAAAAAAANY/CvLcy2DRZAo/s320/5610_119414834229_716489229_2412037_7838430_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380605099842633778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Squ_1KTGgDI/AAAAAAAAANg/SD-n526qb94/s320/5610_119422069229_716489229_2412214_5480183_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380606124770686002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SqvAw0c_dDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1wyJB6JF-3k/s320/5610_119422054229_716489229_2412212_2041422_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380605514489693394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SqvANS-qhNI/AAAAAAAAANw/_jQa1NDkAJE/s320/5610_119422049229_716489229_2412211_7511143_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;u&gt;Wishes.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380594924351648706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Squ2k3o_88I/AAAAAAAAANA/Mt5SsfrFe8o/s320/5935_1089976775210_1400217647_30224515_3658152_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380598389849236770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Squ5uloApSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cdt2N2jBjao/s320/4560_89930787818_649387818_1987040_231541_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SquyIxUSx-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Msaf5oTnciM/s1600-h/4560_89930787818_649387818_1987040_231541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SquxOITKeNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yMjng8q0LXA/s1600-h/5935_1089976775210_1400217647_30224515_3658152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two are the few whom are close to me. Wait, I'm close to all my girlfriends. Hahas. Hazwani bte Hamzah &amp;amp; Afa Nabilah bte Asmin both are 17 this year. May Allah shower my girls with neverending blessings. Amin. We're going to be 18 soon. One more year &amp;amp; we're legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;F1 Job&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok now I feel so honoured to be one of the many Singaporeans to lay my services as a Lift Operator. But there's a catch to it, it's not those typical service lift in hotels or flats. It's a construction lift use by all sweaty prone indians. Girl that ain't happening to me not on my turf. But I'm much more drawn to the pay, $576 for 4 days. That's something you won't get everyday. Azri right at your face! You wish you got my job right? Hahas. &amp;amp; look at the bright side, Beyonce might just take a ride on my less extravagant conveyor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-6069711851073316589?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/6069711851073316589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=6069711851073316589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6069711851073316589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6069711851073316589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-im-sure-theres-handful-will-go-like.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SquzmCBwhKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ngcQPnpXhoU/s72-c/6360_115235238444_785153444_2375434_1119200_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4466219788489958525</id><published>2009-08-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:33:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To whom it may concern:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, you're just living in your own world, hiding in that one corner thinking people will just come by and pick you up. What do you think this is, one of those bogus fairytale which always mislead children of how perfect the world is? Life has never have a happy ending. It's up to you to mould your own destiny. God have always given his creations to choose their path whether to benefit themself or vice versa but seeing you in this state, I doubt so you're going anywhere. You can cry you're heart out but does it benefit you in any way? All I see now is how tormented you are &amp;amp; all you've been doing is complaining how pathetic your life is. Well one fact, you'll never change even after all those pursuasion and all the hard work of those who pacify you. I wonder why you get never-ending attention from you're clicks. People to Earth, you're wasting you're efforts so let him be. Don't you see it, he has been the same since Day 1. Why bother? Let me suggest one thing, grab a paperbag &amp;amp; cover your face with it. That will safe you from all the humiliation you douchebag. Why lie if you know you're inviting trouble? I'm sorry to tell you I ain't falling into your pit of lies &amp;amp; twisted mind games. I'm not a kid no more. I know where I stand now &amp;amp; it's not under your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm a jerk, I know! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4466219788489958525?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4466219788489958525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4466219788489958525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4466219788489958525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4466219788489958525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-whom-it-may-concern-guess-what-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1322720924339961561</id><published>2009-08-03T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:53:34.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SnbdJGqxbtI/AAAAAAAAALg/gP4FIm35oFc/s1600-h/6360_110393033444_785153444_2305811_6538878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365719154537098962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SnbdJGqxbtI/AAAAAAAAALg/gP4FIm35oFc/s320/6360_110393033444_785153444_2305811_6538878_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ate at Mr. Prata for luch along with the rest of the class. Ate Indian food again, where's the fun to it? Hmph. Didn't enjoy it cos' my food was bland or was it my taste buds acting weird again? Didn't had the pleasure of enjoying my daily nourishments since the day I had a cut on my tongue. I need a cure. A wet kiss will do, I think? I know I'm &lt;i&gt;mentel&lt;/i&gt; or in english means cheeky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to extend my apologies to those who suffered my uncontrolable flatulence. It's not entirely my fault, I have no idea what I muched till my gases are mutated. Stink bombs! How bad is it? Imagine someone who has a cold can actually detect it. Hahas. To those who suffered a "near-death" experience in my own gas chamber a.k.a air-conditioned classroom, I see fear in your eyes as you gasped for fresh air. Hehe. My stomach continues to churn &amp;amp; "scented" gases filled the air till I got home. As I reached my doorstep, I rushed to the toilet &amp;amp; you should know what happened next. The next thing I know, I see chocolate paste floating untouched on the almost murky toilet bowl. Bleargh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1322720924339961561?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1322720924339961561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1322720924339961561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1322720924339961561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1322720924339961561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-ate-at-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SnbdJGqxbtI/AAAAAAAAALg/gP4FIm35oFc/s72-c/6360_110393033444_785153444_2305811_6538878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4039991882382057075</id><published>2009-08-01T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:08:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SnbiUYXaR9I/AAAAAAAAALw/3voYru76GbY/s1600-h/My+new+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365724845824427986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SnbiUYXaR9I/AAAAAAAAALw/3voYru76GbY/s320/My+new+color.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to Nurazyan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dearest sister who is now 21. She's like a star, shining so bright &amp;amp; high up in the sky, guiding lost ones home. She taught me the true meaning of hardhip &amp;amp; life. Was once a feral teenager but now an aspiring sister &amp;amp; a mother to one. May you lead an easy life despite troubles from your haughty husband. He can't fool my eyes, I know what you've been going through &amp;amp; I hoped you will soon realise that you're at the losing end now. You opened my eyes to not waste my almost bright future away. I won't be who I am now without your guidance. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Next up my birthday, 13 August 2009. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4039991882382057075?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4039991882382057075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4039991882382057075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4039991882382057075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4039991882382057075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SnbiUYXaR9I/AAAAAAAAALw/3voYru76GbY/s72-c/My+new+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-7936280668364410922</id><published>2009-07-26T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:08:51.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Snbs_76XhQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A4NWQMEz3s8/s1600-h/5695_112260366038_670716038_2695436_653527_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365736589216941314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Snbs_76XhQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A4NWQMEz3s8/s320/5695_112260366038_670716038_2695436_653527_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday after waiting extensively, I finally got to meet almost all dancers close-up at Youth Park for Da' Showcase 8 Competition. Theme: Walk the Runway. Which reminds me of my first hiphop competition. Haish, glorious days. Not! Hahas. I know I've been missing for quite some time because I'm into cheerleading now. I love being a flyer. I won't want to waste this chance to outshine. Can? Hehe. Anyway, I can't explained in matter of words how euphoric I'm to see you guys again. I do have people missing me but some just don't bother. Du-uh dufus! Well it's not as if I'm some kind of high-class diva everyone's awaits for at the red carpet. Went there with Rima, Khalis &amp;amp; Sufiandi. All hype up to shout &amp;amp; jump for our all-time favourite crew and we cam-whored too. They really made my day after a long mundane week of school. Even Khalis for someone whom I just knew, he's funny &amp;amp; outgoing. I stayed throughout while the rest head back, boo-hoo! After the whole event, I tagged along Andreas &amp;amp; Voguelicious to Supper Club. Obviously &lt;i&gt;kecoh lodeh mak lodeh oi&lt;/i&gt;! Hahas. It's a perfect place to hangout &amp;amp; doze off too as there's like a whole row of beds &amp;amp; big puffy pillows. Thinking of it makes me sleepy. Till here fellow readers. XoXo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-7936280668364410922?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7936280668364410922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=7936280668364410922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7936280668364410922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7936280668364410922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-after-waiting-extensively-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Snbs_76XhQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A4NWQMEz3s8/s72-c/5695_112260366038_670716038_2695436_653527_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-6311716027196106941</id><published>2009-07-22T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:35:18.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmciXnK8AwI/AAAAAAAAALY/nU2-ORPgUWo/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361291670455059202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmciXnK8AwI/AAAAAAAAALY/nU2-ORPgUWo/s320/DSC00167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear "pleasant" taggers, what do you want from me? Do I owe you a living? Reality check your too outrageous to be on my tagboard. I'm not pissed nor enraged but it's just that I'm befuddled by your comments. I mean what do you attain from this? Satisfaction? Attention? Well one thing for sure I'm not intrigued by any,in fact such comments made me more vehement. My advice, do meet up daily with your psychiatrist if your suffering from whatever mental illness. Symtoms: Low self-esteem &amp;amp; uncontrollable desire to hate-tag. Good-for-nothing wimps. How about this,why don't you people make an anti-Eypul club? That will be interesting &amp;amp; throught it,I can get to know you guys better. To Zulhilmi a.k.a Q or whatever pathetic names you call yourself, I just got to know how such of a pain in the ass you can be. If you happen to be reading this, happy reading *smirk*. Your everyone's "bestfriend" huh? Let me stick up a pole of some sort up your ass you two-faced jerk. I'm amazed by how you can gained someone's trust to it's peak &amp;amp; destroy it just like that. Well what I can see is your a wolf in a sheep's skin. A perfect disguise of yours that almost deceived me. I steal people's boyfriend? I might be a flirt but never have I done such a sin. Well maybe you did, you self-proclaimed hotshot dancer. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love entertaining my adoring "fans". Muacks! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-6311716027196106941?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/6311716027196106941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=6311716027196106941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6311716027196106941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6311716027196106941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-pleasant-taggers-what-do-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmciXnK8AwI/AAAAAAAAALY/nU2-ORPgUWo/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-6043363504873283488</id><published>2009-07-21T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:33:31.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmVKG_3Zu9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/E_SwD1VQtA8/s1600-h/green+mint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360772415537920978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmVKG_3Zu9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/E_SwD1VQtA8/s320/green+mint.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been searching for that perfect green colour and alas I got it. Green Mint. Been browsing through all kinds of shades &amp;amp; this caught my attention. I admire it because it's soft to the eyes. It has that baby-ish feel to it. Don't you think so? If you're wondering what to buy for my upcoming birthday maybe something of this colour will make my day. It's not that I'm immoral but what if you bought me something that I don't desire? Eh? &lt;i&gt;Tak tahu malu.&lt;/i&gt; Hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because of you,I'm a blunder. Twice is not enough. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-6043363504873283488?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/6043363504873283488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=6043363504873283488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6043363504873283488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6043363504873283488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-searching-for-that-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmVKG_3Zu9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/E_SwD1VQtA8/s72-c/green+mint.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-167048372456394762</id><published>2009-07-18T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:42:41.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmHkpOE8EcI/AAAAAAAAALI/zOi2Z_-r4yU/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359816428352180674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmHkpOE8EcI/AAAAAAAAALI/zOi2Z_-r4yU/s320/DSC00177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe I'm still single. I broke the record,it's almost half a year. Not that I'm rejected it's just that I'm being Mr. Picky. I'm not asking for much. I just need him to be filthy rich and good-looking. NOT! Hahahs. A decent-looking guy who is in his twenties will do. MUST be straight acting. Hahas. Anyway I like this guy in school. I'm obsessed with him. But haven't seen him lately. Only once when I was having gym class. There's more to it but no use telling you've gotta' see him up close. He's just plain adorable like SuperJnr. My nipples are hurting from all the sucking by SuperJnr. Stop it! Hahahs. Dammit,now he's hungry for more. I'll update when I got the time cos' now I have to satisfy my little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-167048372456394762?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/167048372456394762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=167048372456394762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/167048372456394762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/167048372456394762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-believe-im-still-single.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SmHkpOE8EcI/AAAAAAAAALI/zOi2Z_-r4yU/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-1313137619366535389</id><published>2009-07-10T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:12:59.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Nyah&lt;/i&gt; this is just plain pathetic. Wait a minute,are you trying to accuse me? Indra if I'm going to hate-tag you i would have put in my name clearly as EYPUL. &amp;amp; even so hate-tagging is not my hobby. In the first place why would I even be at your blog. Secondly, i don't need to be label as your friend to bitch about you. Which theory says so? &lt;i&gt;Kewat besar mane kau? &lt;/i&gt;Well even if you know who's "FIND ME",what can YOU possibly do? &amp;amp; I'm positive you know you're in my blacklist. Good for you. There's no need for me to hide my inner wrath towards you then. Despise me all you want but my enmity for you is far much more. Keep that in mind cos' nothing going to alter that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bring me down &amp;amp; I'll make sure you sink deeper.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1313137619366535389?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1313137619366535389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1313137619366535389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1313137619366535389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1313137619366535389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/07/nyah-this-is-just-plain-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-8978433328626394938</id><published>2009-07-03T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:42:47.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk29EU3UeeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zMxdeHt8G5w/s1600-h/swine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354143414031251938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk29EU3UeeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zMxdeHt8G5w/s320/swine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aan I might be your ex-boyfriend but I still care about you. Seeing you pale worries me. You better eat your daily vitamins &amp;amp; suppliments ok? I don't want to hear nonsense about you eating junk food. I'm very sure at this point of time your antibodies are still weak and your immune system are unable to defend you from H1N1. Airborne disease roaming around to strike its next victim. I always wonder why of all things,wild creatures are to be blame for such calamities. As for now thanks to some non-halal beast who exposed it to us,hahs. I support swine genocide,you're disgusting anyway. &amp;amp; I pity those 2nd/3rd year RP students who are forced to attend classes even when there are already confirmed cases in that campus. They should close down that campus for a week or two to ensure not only the safety of their students but also the nation. People to Earth,Singapore ain't big &amp;amp; disease like this can spread like wildfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Squeal like you never squeal before cos' here comes the pigbusters.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-8978433328626394938?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/8978433328626394938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=8978433328626394938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8978433328626394938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8978433328626394938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/07/aan-i-might-be-your-ex-boyfriend-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk29EU3UeeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zMxdeHt8G5w/s72-c/swine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-1760195715570686847</id><published>2009-07-02T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:32:55.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk3BFTRCT4I/AAAAAAAAALA/kgkSS5ioKBo/s1600-h/gaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354147828828622722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk3BFTRCT4I/AAAAAAAAALA/kgkSS5ioKBo/s320/gaga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guys be prepared and tame that wild beast in your pants. This picture above is what guys will go Gaga about if you know what I mean. She managed to cover her modesty thou but just with some judiciously-placed black sticky tape and a skimpy pair of knickers. I won't be surprised if she just ditched wearing clothes completely. She deserves a standing ovation for this act of hers. Not being sarcastic,she's love by yours truly. So Zaffy are you up for it? Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just dance, gonna be okay.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1760195715570686847?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1760195715570686847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1760195715570686847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1760195715570686847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1760195715570686847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/07/guys-be-prepared-and-tame-that-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk3BFTRCT4I/AAAAAAAAALA/kgkSS5ioKBo/s72-c/gaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-2197693129777981783</id><published>2009-07-01T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:16:23.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk2sAiCU5oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8whulBwC8tY/s1600-h/michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354124657149929090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk2sAiCU5oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8whulBwC8tY/s320/michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG MICHAEL IS DEAD?! Stop pretending world. I guess it's true that a star is only recognise and worship after his/her death. One example is the King of Pop himself and another Leonardo da Vinci which attracted many with his famous painting of Monalisa. Not that I'm trying to be such a loser here but suddenly everyone around the world start to buy his albums &amp;amp; talk about his glory days when actually all this while he's been discriminated. Wacko Jacko? Monkey-faced? Paedophile? Word of mouth does a lot of damage to a man's reputation. Sheesh. I'm positive that most of us are still in a state of shock since we grew up to Michael's music but what's this reaction I'm seeing? There's no need to exaggerate your emotions. Cry all you want but I'm sure you're just feeling the lost of yet another famous artist whom you don't even took notice till he's dead. As for myself I'm just going to miss his great music and killer dance moves but every man will this wretched world someday. And he's fortunate to have millions blessing him. When God loves you,he can just pull you away from those who love you most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Michael Jackson an aspiring icon in the music industry. 1958-2009. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-2197693129777981783?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/2197693129777981783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=2197693129777981783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2197693129777981783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2197693129777981783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-michael-is-dead-stop-pretending.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sk2sAiCU5oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8whulBwC8tY/s72-c/michael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-3516825264805128129</id><published>2009-06-11T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:07:21.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do you have to go on breathing down my neck? I've changed,for the better. Now I'm proud to say that I've kick my gum-sucking habits. I'm an obedient son now. Now you're just finding faults with me. So what if I didn't tag my lil' sister to buy groceries,she's independant now. If she's able to slack till wee hours what difference does it make if I tag along thinking I can safeguard her. I know I'm in ITE now but why demoralize me now when all this while you make false stories of my achievements? I'm the only child with no future and serve no purpose in my life. I've not used up all my chances yet,you're just being judgemental. Not now but in years to come. What's with grudges and plans to disown me as your son yet shower me with expensive gifts? Bribe me into liking the family again? Fat hope. Is it wrong for me not to celebrate Mother's Day or Father's Day when actually I appreciate both of you every single day. I have the rights to do so but nevertheless does it mean that I've got no sense of appreciation. I know I'm the black sheep of the family but why the joy and fun of bringing down your own flesh and blood self-esteem? You expected more from me but my morale lay low. I'm lost for words and actions. I'm too caught up with my outside life that I didn't spent quality time with any of you,is that it? I beg of you to stop your nonsense or what it may seem to you a 'reverse psychology'. I, Mohammad Syaiful Nizam, is just trying to lead a normal teenager's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-3516825264805128129?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/3516825264805128129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=3516825264805128129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3516825264805128129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3516825264805128129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-you-have-to-go-on-breathing-down.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-5400965742840338656</id><published>2009-06-08T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:18:56.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SjD1ZUNu9bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/981IIjtigic/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346042572960626098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SjD1ZUNu9bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/981IIjtigic/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to miss the dancers from Batu Pahat &amp;amp; Padang. I'm very sure we're bound to meet again in any upcoming festival, if I'm involved that is. Playing never-ending games during all those sleepless nights. ONE night to be exact,hahas. Missing the locals talents too, *jeng*jeng*jeng* the silat team. What do you expect, &lt;em&gt;abang body&lt;/em&gt; everywhere. Baby come back to me,hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;toned body + slit eyes = eye-candy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-5400965742840338656?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/5400965742840338656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=5400965742840338656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5400965742840338656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5400965742840338656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-going-to-miss-dancers-from-batu.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SjD1ZUNu9bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/981IIjtigic/s72-c/Image077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-751449683738489537</id><published>2009-06-04T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:23:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously have to cut down on my staring games with random guys. Why? I was checking out someone from my school. Big mistake. But he reacted quite ok,I think. Countless eye-contacts &amp;amp; exchanging smiles. Goodbye to Mr. I &amp;amp; say hello to Mr. H. What single people always do,hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-751449683738489537?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/751449683738489537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=751449683738489537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/751449683738489537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/751449683738489537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-seriously-have-to-cut-down-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-125408643554640559</id><published>2009-05-28T20:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:55:33.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He Hit Me Hard.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sh6Rj_kttYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/p0lD_gaRHd8/s1600-h/syiok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340866255654860162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sh6Rj_kttYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/p0lD_gaRHd8/s320/syiok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough is enough. I don't need any plastics or even better super latex to play games now. I know what I did wrong but getting even with me,I salute you for that. I DESERVE IT OK. But knowing you I didnt expect you to said all those shits. You kept that grudge. I guess entertaining me is part of your sweet revenge scheme huh? Why did you have to beat around the bush? Just tell the world how cheap I am and what kind of whore I am. So guys come get me. Fuck me hard &amp;amp; ditch me in the alley. If that satisfies you. When that happens,you will be laughing your ass off since it's just a joke to you. April Fool hunny~ Lick my asshole till next April I tell you. Explanation: I'm easily deceived by those dashing hunks out there. Stab me someone,please. If only I remained a weenie,I'm pretty sure none of this would have happen. Maybe I'm exaggerating &lt;b&gt;TOO&lt;/b&gt; much that I wanted you back &amp;amp; obviously my pleas ain't answered. Well you succeeded in faking everything suprisingly even better than me. I was gullible. Can't believe you doubted me of my status. I'm totally single. Get that? I'm giving sexual pleasures to myself. I need you but something tells me I'm playing your game now. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'M A WHORE WITH NO DIGNITY.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-125408643554640559?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/125408643554640559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=125408643554640559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/125408643554640559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/125408643554640559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/05/enough-is-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sh6Rj_kttYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/p0lD_gaRHd8/s72-c/syiok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4420751775996304186</id><published>2009-05-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:49:05.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Buttercup'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sh6GJ8rX84I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Eh-jA5ZHgzM/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340853713572983682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sh6GJ8rX84I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Eh-jA5ZHgzM/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss you. This 3 words are no words to explain my pitiful state. It's not mere words it's how I feel within me. I miss your smile. That tells how much you misses me. I miss your laughter. That tells me how comfortable you are with me. I miss your hug. That tells me how badly you don't wish to leave me. I miss your kiss. That tells how passionate you are towards me. I'm just not missing the goodbye. That goodbye which tells the world how foolish I am into thinking feelings are just mere child's play. That true love can be attained without anticipating. That true love can work without both parties. Why the guilt now? Cos' now then I realise I ain't suppose to be proud of what I did to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lay on bed with nothing but your T-shirt on. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4420751775996304186?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4420751775996304186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4420751775996304186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4420751775996304186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4420751775996304186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sh6GJ8rX84I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Eh-jA5ZHgzM/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4347441678391279824</id><published>2009-05-26T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:41:39.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should a male worry if he's more feminine at home than their female siblings? Well that's what been happening under my roof. The guys do all those house chores while the girls lay back like a goddess. Everything must meet to her commad. Your wish is so not my commad,urgh. Topsy-turvy house indeed. I'm like the Cinderella of the family. Prince charming save me from this hideous world. Hahas,lame much. Chores seems to be occupying my time when I'm at home. For those who have come to my crib,my homies should have seen how tedious their man is. Can't stand messy rooms. Oh I will Pimp Your Room if it's like some pig sty. Seriously. I think it's just my nature. In the other hand,the only thing which is more important to my younger sister is her 'can't-stop-me' trip to Lala Land. Just give her a flat ground and a well-ventilated space I assure you she can doze in a matter of minutes. I don't know what makes her so lethargic till she's apathetic enough not to take a shower. As though she's under a lazy spell. Once a day is satisfying for her. Even if she perspire and starts to feel sticky-icky. Talk about hygine. If I'm able to dip myelf all day in a water body like some imaginary mermaid,oh I would girl. Can't live without showering,4 times a day. She's in a stinky uniform group while I'm in the elegant performing arts. Peace. Psst~ She's even more brave &amp;amp; tougher than I am. Freaky much. Sister we need an attitude exchange,&lt;i&gt;pronto&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4347441678391279824?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4347441678391279824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4347441678391279824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4347441678391279824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4347441678391279824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/05/should-male-worry-if-hes-more-feminine.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-4459428473145154507</id><published>2009-05-25T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:37:23.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqC208TFZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dRufEQ1Xc7Q/s1600-h/toilet_bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339724186637243794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqC208TFZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dRufEQ1Xc7Q/s320/toilet_bowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies &amp;amp; Gentleman let me present you my latest attraction in the toilet,the never ending chocolate waterfall also comes in curry flavour. But do take note to stuff your nose with tissue cos' the looks ain't as satisfying as it smells. Guess it yet? Hahas. Diarrhea,the sickness that keeps you busy with frequent trip to the toilet or will just end up soiling your pants. Six days &amp;amp; counting. 6-7 trips to the toilet 24/7. It's either the food at my school or McDonald's but it's impossible. Both are certified food dealers or is it just my stomach? Whatever it is thank's to it I'm more cranky than usual. But the good thing is I got 4 days MC and rotting. Overdose with drugs. &amp;amp; I can't eat dairy food,how am I suppose to grow without my calcium? This short kid wants to be tall. Earth to Eypul your whole family are short genetically. Hahas. It's ok I stand out from the rest of the tall people. Rightt~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4459428473145154507?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4459428473145154507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4459428473145154507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4459428473145154507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4459428473145154507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/05/ladies-gentleman-let-me-present-you-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqC208TFZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dRufEQ1Xc7Q/s72-c/toilet_bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4800343824563386419</id><published>2009-05-18T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:09:18.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqKW540igI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sWSnJBzyWwA/s1600-h/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339732434302044674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqKW540igI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sWSnJBzyWwA/s320/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SuperJnr is my only companion for all those sleepless nights. Every sniff I take from him is restricted to retain its nostalgic moments,love. He pleads home &amp;amp; love is taken away. That cablecar ride was touching enough till I cried twice,to &amp;amp; fro. The reason why I faced the window throughout &amp;amp; also to hide my undesired flaws. Unleasing my ego self ending all ties. Engaged in a battle cry causing misunderstanding. My feelings overpowered my body. One dream haunted me. Nightmare came within your comfort &amp;amp; you claimed it won't happen. But your stereotype successfully fooled me since you know the truth . You did leave and now hating me ever since. Yesterday thou was so perfect that I can't stop smiling. You hugged me home from the movies only muttering this 4 words,"I won't leave you.". Fat hope,dreams are just dreams. But it seemed so real that I felt his presence and warmth. I guess it's just a coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4800343824563386419?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4800343824563386419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4800343824563386419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4800343824563386419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4800343824563386419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/05/superjnr-is-my-only-companion-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqKW540igI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sWSnJBzyWwA/s72-c/Image080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-2312885146082876019</id><published>2009-05-15T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:45:02.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqEms9qFfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8D7LR9zH0UY/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339726108640810482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqEms9qFfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8D7LR9zH0UY/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mind disturbed. Well some of you might think I'm exaggerating or just plain dufus but I'm just befuddled. Why am I condemned this way by you people? Indeed I ain't perfect well who is? If my words hurt you in any way then too bad I've never pointed any fingers unless he/she really upsets me. You're the one confused here. Even if you're trying to disgrace me even further go ahead for what I know you're nobody who's respected. You're that one portion of the community that have no direction in life. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FUCK HATERS.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-2312885146082876019?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/2312885146082876019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=2312885146082876019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2312885146082876019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2312885146082876019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-disturbed.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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/_hQ5clj4uP8s/ShqEms9qFfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8D7LR9zH0UY/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-5729050971369045603</id><published>2009-04-23T21:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:50:12.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SfBwr-h_xyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ia0j6pGzIno/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SfBwr-h_xyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ia0j6pGzIno/s320/mask.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327882260001572642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syaiful quit reiterating. You've used up all my chances. He's totally over you. People say that we look identical and will last long but I just prove it wrong. I turn the tables around and ended up like a prostitute switching partners as new candies pop into my life. He suffered tremendously as I enjoy every bit of my so-not sweet fantasy. He went through traumas &amp;amp; breakdowns trying to adapt to his new life but memories kept haunting you. Well karma have settled into my life now. Good luck with that yea? He loves me still,he loves me not,he loves me still &amp;amp; he loves me NOT! C'mon where's that other piece? Dammit. However I'm glad you were picked up by a group of people who cares and inspired you to move on. You became what you are now. You're not that weakling anymore and I salute you for that. &amp;amp; something you ought to know,jealousy consumed me whenever I see you having a jolly good time with other guys. Be it my friends or yours. Who am I kidding,you won't show any sign of sympathy anymore.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S: &lt;i&gt;Nugget rebus&lt;/i&gt; is still my favourite dish.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-5729050971369045603?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/5729050971369045603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=5729050971369045603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5729050971369045603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5729050971369045603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/04/syaiful-quit-reiterating.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SfBwr-h_xyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ia0j6pGzIno/s72-c/mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-5504552430101480129</id><published>2009-03-27T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:57:54.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mind is in a total mess now. I don't know why I've been thinking about death these past few days. I've been having dejavus and I'm not exaggerating. Or maybe I've dreamnt of it before and luckily escaped some trouble that I gotten myself into. It wasn't a coincidence. Been sleeping for perfectly 8 hours but my eyes are still weary. Could this be a sign? I just hope Allah will lengthen my stay on Earth. I've yet to see the wonders of it. Anyway,I had this dream that perfectly depicts the situation tonight. I'm saying no more cos' some people might think I'm being ridiculous here. If nothing happens tonight all I can say is &lt;i&gt;Syukur Alhamdullilah&lt;/i&gt;. But even so I hope my family especially my mum would forgive me of all my wrongdoing cos' I think she's more than just hurt,my friends especially those who have been backing me up in any kind of sticky situation,I would like to say thanks and whoever that I've bitch or lie to,I'm truly sorry. Well nobody's perfect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm in love with FANTASTIC CREW CHEER SQUAD.&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-5504552430101480129?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/5504552430101480129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=5504552430101480129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5504552430101480129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5504552430101480129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mind-is-in-total-mess-now.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-4294264735788024909</id><published>2009-03-26T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:14:01.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a lot to update but my my fingers are just too lazy to type. Not just that,my whole body is aching terribly from top to bottom. I need a masseu,quick. First it was my right ankle then it goes to my left arm then now my right shoulder? What's happening? And I've still have yet to go for a check-up on my left nipple. Ok this may sound weird or to some of you hilarious but there's a circular thingy growing inside. Take note I don't take hormone pills,haha. Zaf I've still have yet to show it to you but touching it is enough right? That's also the reason why people think my nipples are hard when actually they are not,haha.  And what's with people talking of the hairs on my legs? Haha. Make things clear,I only shave the lower part of the leg &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; cos' I thought nobody in the right mind would pull my pants up. Ok there's hair all over me ok? Happy? Haha. Name it it's there. But it's not bushy down there,that's for sure. Ok I'm being too open now. TET! End of session,hehe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still single f.y.i. I may seem to be flirting or vice versa but I'm just tightening the bonds between me and my friends. Nothing more. I still haven't find my Mr.Right. Ok nowadays I'm looking for tanned skin guys with normal built body who is &lt;i&gt;botak&lt;/i&gt; and pierce both ears with diamond studs. Is it too much too ask for? Almost got my hands on someone like that but somebody didn't want to give my no. to him. Dammit! I'm sure we'll meet again. Pfft~ Not until my next life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4294264735788024909?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4294264735788024909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4294264735788024909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4294264735788024909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4294264735788024909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-lot-to-update-but-my-my-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-3865531440668392812</id><published>2009-03-12T13:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:01:29.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sbij8Si6kRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_W7I-QZadyY/s1600-h/n529862431_1239733_921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sbij8Si6kRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_W7I-QZadyY/s320/n529862431_1239733_921.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312176016649261330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today the 12th of March '09,is the day my dearest Coach Tody serve the country. &lt;i&gt;Botak&lt;/i&gt; already,hahas. But why must good things end so quickly? Gosh! This is so unfair. Going to miss him,totally. I gave you my word that I'll change for the better and will not create trouble while you're gone. I'll try but you do know how stubborn I can be sometimes. I just hope things won't get out of hand when your gone. And sad news I don't think there's Wi-fi at Tekong,no facebook for you,hee. Get back to us soon,ok? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-3865531440668392812?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/3865531440668392812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=3865531440668392812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3865531440668392812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3865531440668392812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-12th-of-march-is-day-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/Sbij8Si6kRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_W7I-QZadyY/s72-c/n529862431_1239733_921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-2296473833844532710</id><published>2009-03-05T14:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:41:21.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SbCiU9jmp9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TWWGIc1wfHU/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SbCiU9jmp9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TWWGIc1wfHU/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309922441674794962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today the 5th of March '09,was suppose to be our special day our 2 months' anniversary. I know what will start to stir in my readers mind,"Come on it's just 2 months,get over it." Well to think again it is stupid but it's the only relationship that im really into. Everything came crashing down just because I was caught up with my commitments. What crap is that? I somehow treat you differently days before our breakup is because i don't wish to be discriminated again by your parents. Do you know how embarrassing is that? I'm glad that moment of disgrace happen in your house,behind close doors and in front of your siblings. If it was in the public i would never step out me the house again. Imagine someone's mum claimed that I'm such a disgrace to my family and she's ashamed of me. What right does she has,i know right. And why from the start,you didn't tell me you had someone else in mind. So it's wise of me to say your just using me? The tale of two love birds,Aan &amp;amp; Shafie. Awww How cute,NOT! Thanks for rubbing it in my face. I see the two of you are having fun seeing me emotionally depress huh? &lt;i&gt;Tolong eh,isap akunye sampai purple.&lt;/i&gt; And I was suppose to be the one going to Genting with you but I kind of disagree with you cos' I don't want you to pamper me anymore with fancy rides and gifts. Which entirely might have come from Sheila's pocket money. Oops didn't mean to spill it,heh. At least I'm not at loss. Yes now I'm single and available,I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-2296473833844532710?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/2296473833844532710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=2296473833844532710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2296473833844532710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2296473833844532710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-5th-of-february-09was-purpose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SbCiU9jmp9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TWWGIc1wfHU/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4022675378469256163</id><published>2009-02-15T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:47:53.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my reasons to ignore people like you. I hate in paticular someone who lies about their life and dragging others into it. Like in this case when was I your boyfriend? You think this little details won't get to me,I always have my sources. Clear things out with whoever you've been lying to. What are you,deprived or plain desperate? Even my obssesion for someone isn't as bad as yours. I'm sorry but let me put this in simple english,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not interested&lt;/span&gt;. Well you can say I've been plastic all this time cos' partly I am. Sometimes you're just too much boy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4022675378469256163?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4022675378469256163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4022675378469256163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4022675378469256163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4022675378469256163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-my-reasons-to-ignore-people-like.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-543664030423607875</id><published>2009-02-14T19:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:56:57.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My stand.</title><content type='html'>I'm not picking up your calls nor replying to your sms-es yet. I'm being self-centered? Yes I know,let's just say thats how things work for me on Valentine's Day. I'm actually trying to get back on anyone even if they're off from any guilt just to satisfy that deep sweet thing call revenge. In paticularly BOYS. Well I'm off to get myself a new cinnamon well that's what I want. My plans for today was foiled by that drama-mama drag queens. Oh my god! Look at those legs,toothpicks~ Typical cross-dresser,keep that flat chest pumped up with socks yeah? I've nothing against people with that general term only a handful of them only. Feel discriminated,think again. If it's not because of them,Ill be wide awake and party all night. Get myself drunk and not worry anything. And to those people who keeps butting in my life trying to look down at me,grow up and try harder. So what if I'm a YP at least I don't brag on my first time holding a bottle of liquor unlike those whimsies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're so sad,go get a happy meal.&lt;/div&gt; You're so skinny you should supersize the deal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who have been thinking how tight your bonds are and start blogging of how great it is,stop whatever you're doing. Sick of hearing your nonsense. I'm mad at you because you can't get out of your head. You think you're all that just because a few crews are backing you up here and there. Guess you're just hanging your hopes to high. When that relationship splits and people start being judgemental, you will soon realise your roots. Who you truly are? Siblings or not I'm giving my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; honest opinion. If you can't accept what I'm saying then go on make a private blog of your own and start cursing of how diminish this is. Last but not least, I'm not the best, but I'm better. Go hatetaggers! Go! Get a life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Valentine's Day. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-543664030423607875?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/543664030423607875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=543664030423607875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/543664030423607875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/543664030423607875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-stand.html' title='My stand.'/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1458117048862087024</id><published>2009-02-10T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:56:38.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand my mum. There's something called trying to hard and that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to win your heart back but it seems to be oblivious to you. Stop disgracing me and bringing down my self-esteem. I've never heard you utter the word 'thanks' whenever I help you out when your in need. Where's the sense of gratitude? I'm not asking you to recognise every deed I do but at least be grateful. I know I've been up to my old habits these days. Well you expect me to stay home, I did and you can't expect me to exhibit that goodie two-shoes attitude everytime. I've had enough. You complain to dad every titsy-bitsy detail of what I do and do not do at home. You peep through my bedroom door whenever I locked it. You knocked on the toilet door every 10mins. Where's my freedom? I need my normal life back. That one family who use to be by my side and catch me when I fall. Stop using my flaws as my weakness,I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ya Allah,bukakan lah hati ibuku."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1458117048862087024?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1458117048862087024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1458117048862087024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1458117048862087024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1458117048862087024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-understand-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1580443211936411802</id><published>2009-02-02T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:43:52.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in no mood to entertain anyone right now. I'm furious at myself. I'm all confuse right now. I felt the urge to befriend you but i think I'm being too friendly. At least what you can do is say 'Hi' or tell me your busy and not just offline. The feeling of rejection hurts me emotionally. I've been checking my msn now and then to see if your online but I'm not courageous enough to say anything when you are. I think now I'll have difficulty in communicating with you. The only thing that lingers in me of you is how funny and cheeky you are. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;you cheer me up with your smile.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1580443211936411802?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1580443211936411802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1580443211936411802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1580443211936411802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1580443211936411802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-in-any-mood-to-entertain-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-5071357330393006446</id><published>2009-02-01T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:16:17.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Hakim's crib. Still tired after that long slumber. Congratulations to Pink Dollars and Fantastic Remix in getting 1st &amp;amp; 3rd for Funkamania '09. The 2nd day of Chingay turn out to be great. All stunts were up and we got to perform at all 3 venues this time. Didn't get to bond as much as I can with the rest thou. At least I made an effort to communicate with the kids. Good things don't last long I guess. Going to miss the joy,fun and laughter. *sob*sob* I've got to train hard and get all my stunts right cos' Khai,our top flyer,starting work soon. I'm not ready to be toss yet. Oh my god,how now brown cow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-5071357330393006446?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/5071357330393006446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=5071357330393006446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5071357330393006446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5071357330393006446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-came-back-from-hakims-crib.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-6803802248429235064</id><published>2009-01-31T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:00:28.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok time to dust off those dust. Not been busy with dance lately but got myself into the cheerleading under Fantastic Crew. My body is aching right now and i hope it won't affect the REAL performance later,yesterday was just like a full dress rehearsal,PFFT~ After going all the trouble to assemble early and putting on expensive make-up they wanted to cancel 2 shows out of 3 planned. What the hell. They tried stopping us on our 3nd show after but as Fantastic-ians,hell yeah we don't care at all. The cause of it? 3-storey high floats. It's just how we appreciate and exhibit fun.  The crowd was far much more little then i expected. Typical Singaporeans will normally squeeze their way to the front to make sure they get the best view. Now i'm enthusiastic about our finale. Get ready people of all ages,we,the Fantastic Crew,are going to rock this party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;muscular aches. eye-bags. messy hair. acnes. tell me about it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-6803802248429235064?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/6803802248429235064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=6803802248429235064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6803802248429235064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6803802248429235064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-time-to-dust-off-those-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-754581109128291938</id><published>2008-11-18T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:40:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd Day at TPRAWKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was all green and hype up today but got all tired after running around in Changi Airport which we went after the Hip-Hop performance by TPDE themselves. We had a so-called Amazing Race at the whole stretch of airport and we got 5th,that's good enough. I'm really proud of my members who we're very supportive and enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back for lunch but wasn't hungry. Had a hip-hop session with TPDE as we learnt their choreography. Simple yet energetic. Again we had a dance off but these time with more new faces and my favourite b-girl,ALISHA. Did those slut dance again and Alisha did her breaking moves. Got 1st but I was just lucky. She could have won if she hadn't forgot the choreo as we're tied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dragonboat-ing with the guidance of well-built bodies guys. I had a lot of fun as we we're given special attention,we stayed in our boats throughout as they other groups had to switch. I could feel the tense in my muscle but it wasn't really my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really enjoy myself at the last activity,can't remember what was it even. I do appreciate it but I was too lethargic to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance again and ended everything with the chicky dance. Got free JUNE Teenage magazine and coffee which I thought they should have given us earlier. Now I'm just scrubing that tattoo off my face with a tip given by one of the RAWKER,thanks a lot adee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FORGET THE LYRICS. JAM &amp;amp; HOP. Not to be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-754581109128291938?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/754581109128291938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=754581109128291938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/754581109128291938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/754581109128291938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-day-at-tprawks.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-927114001061031865</id><published>2008-11-17T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:40:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st Day at TPRAWKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe it,superlative. Neverending fun throughout the hours of walking and fooling around. A pinch of love and pocket full of friendship built. Started with the registration at 8.30am and was ushered to the convention center. There I met two &lt;i&gt;kaki-gerek&lt;/i&gt; friends,Aan and Izz,and my fellow bubbly Pack Leaders,Derrick and Emeely. First off started with games to break the ice enclosed outside each of the Greenies,hahas. Aan thought I was a haughty and attention-seeking mat but those doubts we're cleared soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate McChicken for lunch and then proceed to Business School for the lecture. Like what one of the PL said lectures are such a bore and best thing is we could skip it. Wasn't really interested but my eyes we're set on a eye-candy,Kementot should know who. Lols. Everywhere I go I'll desperately search for you and I know I was being too distinct. You muffled after realising I was doing so. Its ok,its alright there's still 2 more days to get closer to you. I'm positive about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole tour we went to the Sports Hall to shake our ass off by doing the mass dance. I was partly forced up the stage went Alisha from Groovy Orange strut her stuff. Along with representatives from other groups we started the dance off. My mind was totally blank as I wasn't really prepared. Oh well I turned from that silent kid to that vogue &lt;i&gt;kewat&lt;/i&gt; dancer,hahas. I gained quite a lot of supporters enabling me to clinch the 2nd place. Alhamdulillah. I was body surf on top of my group members even before I was announced the winner. Majority now started to talk and compliment me after that unintended 'competition'. Both other group members &amp;amp; PLs even my eye-candy. I melted twice upon talking to *****. I may have brought up the group's reputation but I wasn't satisfied. In their eyes I may be flawless but in the eyes of professionals I might not even get the status of a dancer. A newbie or a dancing fool they would say. Ended the whole thing with performance by Lee and the band and typical survey. Can't wait for tomorrow's activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be added after the 3-day experience. I'll be updating so be sure to keep reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-927114001061031865?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/927114001061031865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=927114001061031865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/927114001061031865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/927114001061031865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/11/1st-day-at-tprawks.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-6559874132299806115</id><published>2008-11-08T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:12:52.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back people glee and indeed happening. O's just past in a blink of an eye and now I'm helplessly finding a damn job somewhere. Anyway this past few days I noticed girls have been fixing their eyes on me. WHAT? Do I have seaweed stuck on my teeth or something? That was my first reaction then I noticed another thing some of them started to twinkle their eyes. Ok that's weird. My point is girl's nature is to lay back and wait for their prince charming in shining armor to pick them up after a distress call. MINORITY girls nowadays are going against the force of love. Desperate? I overheard one of their conversation and I thought she is trying to convince me to get her number. &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Aku bagi report book aku dekat mak bapak aku &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;then diorang stare kat aku&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu aku tanye,kenape tak bagus?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought her marks we're awesome because she looks very intellectual but she actually got LAST in class and level. My family and I we're laughing our ass off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268746892293042306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SR5ZYi6R8II/AAAAAAAAAI0/dl6ai8GrV4k/s320/My+shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then I bought a new pair of converse shoe and a sling bag,a total of $120. A treat after escaping most of the torment at home. Graduation Night coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-6559874132299806115?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/6559874132299806115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=6559874132299806115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6559874132299806115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6559874132299806115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back-people-glee-and-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SR5ZYi6R8II/AAAAAAAAAI0/dl6ai8GrV4k/s72-c/My+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-1835856819992697347</id><published>2008-10-20T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:27:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore being an independant state requires their own manpower and money to operate the whole system. With that,the government has decided to upgrade Singapore into a new view of life by introducing the Integrated Resort,which includes theme parks and casinos,that can ultimately benefit Singapore efficently. But how will such IRs affect Singapore? Will it still cherish our values?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casinos as seen in movies and media coverage they have their PROs and CONs. You will either enjoy your life as a millionaire or suffer the consequences as a bankrupt. Basically,it will affect Singapore in three ways,economically,socially and politically. With the inflation of prices and the rise of GST,Singapores have to deal with economic problems. In a way with casinos in Singapore,more tourist will be attracted like a magnet. They squander their life savings as we enjoy a hike in our economy,thus,prices will lower down and we will have a political stability in Sinagpore. Besides tourists,such IRs attracts locals. More people will tend to ask for loans from the bank or even seek help from illegal groups also known as loan sharks to cover for their debt. This will potray a bad image of Sinagporeans as a community who are not responsible for their unreasonable actions. They will have to fight tooth and nail to survive in the economic epidemic because human unlike fairytales do not always have a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such casinos will also increase job opportunities and less people will be jobless. With an increasing population,Singapore will have to struggle to get a job as each must have a basic requirement of at least an O Level certificate to get a well-paid job of an least 1k and above. Finding a job was not as easy as the olden days,we have to work for it to earn it. It will benefit Singaporeans as we will no longer see poor beings with tattered clothes in the streets asking for alms to support themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that,from my point of view casinos are have its both good and bad points. An individual himself will decide his own fate whether he will succeed in the future or lose to others even with such upgrades to Singapore. Casinos are perfectly fine,it's just how they abuse it or put them into good use differs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1835856819992697347?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1835856819992697347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1835856819992697347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1835856819992697347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1835856819992697347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/10/singapore-being-independant-state.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-830407972111119892</id><published>2008-09-30T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:55:41.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live for what I do. I have no rules. Well maybe one. I try to remain true to my heart. Wherever it may lead me,it's always open. I live for the day,but I still have big dreams. Finally the fasting month is coming to an end but what's there to be gay about. I haven't redeemed myself yet and my family won't be perfect without the last piece of the family puzzle,my eldest sister who is now married to a very haughty husband. I wasn't overjoyed on your wedding day because I know how it will affect me. Haish,I miss those times when you will wake me up every weekend morning just to bid me farewell eventhough when you're rushing to work. I miss those times when we will wake up at 3am in the morning just to grab a bite or set the engine runnning. I miss those times when you will facinate me with stories of your dark teenage days &amp;amp; how much trouble it brought you. I miss those times when I hug and kiss you on the cheek to tell you how much I cherish you as my sister. Why must you marry at a tender age of 19 and leave all the responsilbility to your transgressor little brother. I know that this year have been a very disappointing year for everyone especially you. You weep and clear me from all complications but I shove you aside thinking that I can stand on my own two feets. May Allah show me the right path to prevent me from drifting away to the land of darkness and of no beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Selamat Hari Raya kepada semua umat&lt;br /&gt;                  Islam seluruh dunia. Ku menyusun&lt;br /&gt;                  sepuluh jari &amp;amp; memohon maaf jikalau&lt;br /&gt;                  terkasar bahasa ataupun telah&lt;br /&gt;                  menyinggung perasaan sesiapa.&lt;br /&gt;                  Maaf zahir &amp;amp; batin"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-830407972111119892?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/830407972111119892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=830407972111119892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/830407972111119892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/830407972111119892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/09/live-for-what-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-8997772445618087175</id><published>2008-09-25T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:07:51.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For that special someone whom I'm proud to call my BFF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do understand that you have your own problems to settle with but why must you spin another story to make everyone see me as the liar. To make it worse you even bold everything indicating that I'm in no complete position to reason with you. You called me your BFF but you act nothing like one. I'm not trying to bribe you to favour me with 'goodies' that I bought you. I'm just trying to show you a friendly gesture. I've never regretted spending my money just like that,pampering you indirectly. Repaying me never did come across my mind,I only want you to be truthful with me. Don't let this be an issue to corrupt our friendship. I've had enough with your self-centred attitude,thinking that everyone puts you on the limelight. Maybe that only happens when your with F.L.A.S.H. Yes I can't lie that you're Mr. Popular at school but you're obviously not Mr. Perfect. Keep your fables &amp;amp; fairytales to yourself. Why the strict curfews you've been telling me? The difficulties of you just to get back in your house? I gave you my listening ear,a piece of my mind trying to ease you. There's nothing for you to be embarrass about,it's completely conventional for us humans to make mistakes. It's the way of life and you're not spared from it as the saying goes,&lt;i&gt;"Ombak mana yang tidak ditimpa hujan"&lt;/i&gt;. I just hope during this last 6 days of the holy month you will change for the better,I don't want to lose a friend like you. I don't mind getting blame but I just want you to realise that you should also be feeling guilty. And if you're going to twist everything,I won't comment or say anything. I'll just hush myself,it's the only way for me to show that I'm dissapointed with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-8997772445618087175?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/8997772445618087175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=8997772445618087175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8997772445618087175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8997772445618087175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-that-special-someone-whom-im-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-4707106082635930740</id><published>2008-09-22T12:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:45:27.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SNcjYsUE-CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lcNbnUyIak8/s1600-h/madtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248702797842806818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SNcjYsUE-CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lcNbnUyIak8/s320/madtown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm shouting in depress. Right now,everything are pulling me down. O's are drawing near but the need to study is still not there yet. I don't think I can make it. I've got lots more to catch up on cos' 'clever' me have not been paying his fullest attention in class. So what if I enter BGSS with an aggregate score of 228 that doesn't mean that I'm like those braniacs out there willing to absorb any possible knowledge available. I'm a slow-learner. Maybe I got high IQ but my speed intake is slow. Anyway I got special attention from my teachers to be able to pass my PSLE and I didn't such attention during secondary life. Teachers usually complain about us being to dependant on them for everything. Teachers sometimes do approach me and say that I've change,not for the better but for the worse. Yes I do smoke,drink and have a criminal record but must that be the reason for them to blacklist me. By telling these stuff doesn't mean I'm proud of myself but I thought maybe there's some guardian angel out there which will show me the right path. Maybe it's just karma. I've not been complying to every rule set in my house. For not doing so,I'll be dumb for the rest of my life and have a dark future ahead of me. Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Kenet I hope you will come clean with me and the rest. What's been happening till you trio sulk all the way last night. You told me not to worry much but your sms-es doesn't really convince me that I should be undisturbed. One thing I plead of you,don't ever do undiscerning stuff that will lead you into a hell of deep shit. I've somehow lost a brother due to the same perplex action. I'm not going to take the risk and lose you. When I told you that I treat you like my own blood brother,I really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Don't worry ok Pul.&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and please study hard Pul.&lt;br /&gt;It's a must.&lt;br /&gt;Be good alright,take care ok."&lt;br /&gt;-Kenet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4707106082635930740?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4707106082635930740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4707106082635930740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4707106082635930740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4707106082635930740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-shouting-in-depression.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SNcjYsUE-CI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lcNbnUyIak8/s72-c/madtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-8234357130024721477</id><published>2008-09-21T03:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:43:31.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from 90 with my &lt;i&gt;lepak&lt;/i&gt; members. Glad to have them cos' they're quite concern of how I'm getting back. Feral yet very apprehensive. Despite the fact that they do outrageous and get violent for the slightest reason. Those soft-hearted gangsters. So the idiom don't judge a book by its cover do prove things. Tattoos,piercing,alcoholic and stuff which deteriorate the minds of others. Thanks to Oscar I got back home untouched,got a ride on his so-called bike which runs on manpower,hahas. The loose chains and spinning handle were slowing us down. He claimed that I was in fact heavy eventhough I'm petit in size. It must be the bones. He kept changing his mind about where to drop me off. Finally he chose the traffic light nearest to my house. Damn his legs must be tired. And Oscar I know you're dirty secret,hahas. I'm going to hit the showers now,feeling very lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;3am &amp;amp; lovin' it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-8234357130024721477?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/8234357130024721477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=8234357130024721477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8234357130024721477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8234357130024721477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-got-back-from-90-with-my-lepak.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-3925658847151181722</id><published>2008-09-19T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:17:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Things I would do to stop boredoom from consuming me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Sit by my bedroom window. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;#2. Stick out my head.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Look for any eye-candy.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Attract their attention.&lt;br /&gt;#5. Then pretend I did nothing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I've been doing this for about two weeks already,ruffling anyone insight. Just now was disparate. I walked aimlessly around my neighbourhood expecting to bump into any childhood friends of mine. But instead I saw an ambulance from a distance,obviously I rushed to the scence. Such a busybody,I know. Everyone was like,"Wahhh,ambulance.". Typical Singaporeans just sit back and gaze as if its some reality programme. Nothing much actually,just an old woman in a very critical condition. Hope she's ok and live up to a ripe age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-3925658847151181722?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/3925658847151181722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=3925658847151181722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3925658847151181722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3925658847151181722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-would-do-to-stop-boredoom-from.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-4336473695080551007</id><published>2008-09-18T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:25:18.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Appreciate those who make my day now and then. Those who hit my tagboard which somehow motivate me to just put my past behind me. So far everything's fine,not really admirable. Haven't feel the bond with the rest yet. Pathetic? Yes I do realise that. I'm not blaming entirely on my parents but somehow they are the one who try to pick on me and find any slight mistake to reiterate the past. I know that now as the eldest among my siblings is to show unflawed example to them but which human doesn't make any mistake. When your mad at dad for not giving you sufficent allowance you'll unleash your demon inside. You thought you've pawn me but you misconceived I'm like a dog when not given enough care I'll revolt. I'm not in any mood to love anyone right now,everyone are my adversary. I'm fine being a loner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4336473695080551007?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4336473695080551007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4336473695080551007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4336473695080551007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4336473695080551007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/09/appreciate-those-who-make-my-day-now.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-3889446140457302347</id><published>2008-09-10T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:44:33.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SNcin3pQfSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DvPRDrG-jVU/s1600-h/dozing+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248701959070842146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SNcin3pQfSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DvPRDrG-jVU/s320/dozing+off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww isn't this baby adorable? Erina Rizqa is her name and I'm his uncle alright. With Allah's blessing your safe and sound in your mother's arms. It will be very depressing for my sister if you were to be dead right now thanks to your toxic waste that you've been consuming. Alhamdullilah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-3889446140457302347?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/3889446140457302347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=3889446140457302347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3889446140457302347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3889446140457302347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/09/awww-isnt-this-baby-adorable-erina.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SNcin3pQfSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DvPRDrG-jVU/s72-c/dozing+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4046730343519063678</id><published>2008-09-01T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:33:09.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st day and still counting. Fasting month is here but still I'm heavily debt with sins. Im not prepared to go for a drastic change to please my 'reasonable' parents yet. So far things have been great here but nevertheless I shouldn't be complacent. And people said that I looked dejected,what can I say I'm the one facing such problems umpteen times. Getting sick and tired. Im think I've been shot by a tranquilliser gun been sleeping like a log since the day I came here. With the food prepared on the dining table everyday I think I'm turning as plump as my homies here. People say when you're fat,you're happy but that's not the case here I'm depressed. My challenge for this month to make sure I don't go all flabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm a feral kid.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4046730343519063678?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4046730343519063678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4046730343519063678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4046730343519063678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4046730343519063678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-and-still-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-3100445489288380694</id><published>2008-08-31T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:42:23.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back and things are getting out of hand. It got more complicated that it used to be,how dreadful. I know I've not been a good role model for my siblings but you got to understand and face the awful truth. If you think by chasing me out of the house you will attain that peace and quiet at home,you're absolutely wrong. Things will be more hectic with my sluggish siblings. What's the use of wasting my time sprucing and maintaining the cleanliness of my house if all i get is a hell of a scolding. I guess you find me such an annoyance that you treat me like your slave. You're string of insulting words doesn't have any affect on me anymore but instead I use them to convince myself that I can be Mr. Independant. My parents are idiots,it must be the generation gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;My elmo is my only salvation.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-3100445489288380694?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/3100445489288380694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=3100445489288380694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3100445489288380694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3100445489288380694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-and-things-are-getting-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1172640870135285516</id><published>2008-07-27T21:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:27:03.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SIyF5MIrU-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SvobJJEQbrg/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227700485026960354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SIyF5MIrU-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SvobJJEQbrg/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Flair'Nation last pose.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227699965162730146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SIyFa7fYsqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3YZmDXJM5yk/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Limited Edition last pose&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Kiddo and gang(Azhar,Soraya,Aini and two more I didn't get their name) at Woodlands CC around 2.25pm but the interesting part of Da Hip-Rock Affairs only was the dance which was like at the end. The rock part was so not needed cos' most of the people were hip hop fans. Too much singing and too little dancing. My ears were like screaming for help and my ear drums almost burst. Kidding,hahas. Can't bear with it anymore so we went Causeway Point to buy food then to the mangrove swamp before heading back to Woodlands CC. Came Furbee and friend around 8+. People were flowing in as soon as the dance started and the corniest thing was most of them DO NOT HAVE TICKETS. Shouldn't have bought it but nevermind its for charity anyway. Got a chance to talk to Fadzley and Luqman before their performance. Flairnation was off the hook. Limited Edition did a great job too. End around 10pm instead of 9pm then went straight home,alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1172640870135285516?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1172640870135285516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1172640870135285516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1172640870135285516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1172640870135285516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/07/flairnation-last-pose.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SIyF5MIrU-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SvobJJEQbrg/s72-c/Image032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-7958752625231404032</id><published>2008-07-23T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:15:24.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"FRIENDSTER ACCOUNT MISSING."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Was last seen on 22 July '08 at 2043.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; MACshorty&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 years and 7 month&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Details:&lt;/strong&gt; Its grey in colour with a picture of a poloraid camera as a background. Up to 700+ friends and some are still anonymous. Comments only up to 600 and viewed by more than 300 since 1/7/08. And there's 5 picture albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have seen this account elsewhere please leave a message at Pul's tagboard because he misses it badly and do not wish to make a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-7958752625231404032?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7958752625231404032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=7958752625231404032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7958752625231404032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7958752625231404032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendster-account-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-4283742426481649749</id><published>2008-07-21T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:37:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two slices of pickle put in between a bun and a beef patty hides a different yet another typical love story. He who pumps my heart with love,who knew my greatest fear,my weakness,my strength &amp;amp; my dislikes.  I just got back from McDonalds' with a Double Cheeseburger in my hands. A moment of silence brought me back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one night which left me thinking till now,how did he knew that I don't like pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kimp: "You,nak makan ape?"&lt;br /&gt;Pul: "Double Cheeseburger."&lt;br /&gt;Kimp: "Tak nak pickles kan?"&lt;br /&gt;Pul: "Macam mana you tahu?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just smile and went to buy the burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that recording be the witness of your love for me. You didn't stop saying you love me but it only lasted for 2 weeks and 1 day. Your my only ex who have ever ditched me for another,who lied to escape me and give reasons to end everything. Why that obssesion never fail to cease off my mind? Who am I to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4283742426481649749?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4283742426481649749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4283742426481649749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4283742426481649749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4283742426481649749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-slices-of-pickle-put-in-between-bun.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1154665515940321257</id><published>2008-07-18T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:54:58.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for landing me in Mars and forget to supply me oxygen. I'm suffocating and miserable here. Thats how I'm feeling at this point of time. Mister for being forgetful I'm in deep shit and I even back you up. That's your birthday gift from me. Let me be the one facing the music because you don't deserve it,at all. Let them choose my path ahead because making decision is what I'm not good at. I'm no rich guy who can get whatever I want but just a pathetic loser who thinks God is unfair. God is unfair or am I just bad at making decisions? Let them scream,shout or beat the hell out of me,I'm still defending my friend. My house,my responsibility. I should have a big red letter 'L' smacked right in the middle of my forehead because I'm a big loser to protect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Berani buat,berani tanggung."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1154665515940321257?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1154665515940321257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1154665515940321257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1154665515940321257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1154665515940321257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-for-landing-me-in-mars-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1455288219850814832</id><published>2008-07-16T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:29:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer is back in action so don't be surprise if you see me online now and then,haas. Back to basics for Pul. But one problem,I'll be glued to the computer till wee hours. Things like this always happen when major examination are just round the corner. First gum,then this,next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RAD"160708&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah shower you with his blessings. May the path of your future be bright. Hope you will accomplish what you plan on doing and never look back or should I say &lt;i&gt;jangan pandang belakang&lt;/i&gt;.  Ok lame Pul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone whom I think is a loser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Loser hello,hello.&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip,get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Loservale.&lt;br /&gt;Population 1,you.&lt;br /&gt;Call the phone nobody home.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a message after the tone.&lt;br /&gt;Beep! Waiting. Beep! Beep! Waiting.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1455288219850814832?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1455288219850814832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1455288219850814832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1455288219850814832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1455288219850814832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-computer-is-back-in-action-so-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1578108074366321698</id><published>2008-07-13T16:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:36:58.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;UPDATES&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;1.Had a conflict with Rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;This love thing I'm not sure if we're ready. I've told you once and I won't tell you twice that I don't worth someone like you. We came from two different worlds which is almost impossible to be together. I'm a JERK so get that in your head. People want long-term relationship but I want short-term. I would just leave that someone without thinking what's the reason behind it. See what I mean? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;2.Dance practice on Wednesday,Friday and supposedly Saturday.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222424376759611458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SHnHTRMY8EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M2uKQB_9I9s/s320/detonation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Detonation,my life and passion. I don't think we're prepared for the Suntec dance competition with strong opponents like Fadzley and crew and with such attitudes of our dancers we will be going nowhere. Dance from 6-11pm to the song Lollipop by Lil' Wayne and create steps for Run The Show by Kat DeLuna. Fadzley and Luqman were there too. Awesome body movements and great moves. One day Pul,one day you will just be like them. My crew are the only one who understand my complicated life they are my lifeline,my listening ear and my TRUE friends. Say what you want I dont care at all. Indeed,&lt;i&gt;aku jiwa Val&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;3.Diyana so-called birthday celebration at ECP.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You ditched us and make us wait like your dogs. Empty promises,I hate it. Its ok we still enjoyed ourselves anyway. Drank and get high. Me and Rad got all cranky. Went home about 6.30am while Val went home earlier cos' her mum was mad or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;My 16th birthday is exactly in one month time so get my presents ready,hee.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1578108074366321698?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1578108074366321698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1578108074366321698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1578108074366321698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1578108074366321698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SHnHTRMY8EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/M2uKQB_9I9s/s72-c/detonation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-6641803092929131076</id><published>2008-07-04T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:46:02.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219184440432709986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SG5EmJ080WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f2K2OIsGuuk/s320/IMG_3423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219185182028180514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SG5FRUfFrCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LvkYAr8b0rk/s320/kakak+n+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Be ourself day was a blast. Educated me turns homeless,how's that? Some said I looked like Charlie Chaplin,Oliver Twist and the least I expected most a farmer,how antiquate? But the stall handlers,my friends &amp;amp; teachers said I'm cute,hahas. Youth Day Concert was ok especially the BGSS Idol. I'm hoping that Iswandi will win. I BELIEVE I COULD FLY~ And I thought I was able to hide from Rad then came Raimi who pulled me up to the stage. &lt;i&gt;Aku ape lagi step sotong uh tapi tetap 'cute',hahas.&lt;/i&gt; Like some lost kid I hid myself at the backstage but Rad saw me. Embarrassing yet funny. Anyway we ditched the plan to go to my house to watch horror movies,haish. But I went to Bugis Junction with my family to buy me three new tops &amp;amp; one white bermudas. Im smiling alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-6641803092929131076?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/6641803092929131076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=6641803092929131076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6641803092929131076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6641803092929131076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-ourself-day-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SG5EmJ080WI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f2K2OIsGuuk/s72-c/IMG_3423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-8163941593230121799</id><published>2008-07-02T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:28:13.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was fucked by my twin,I think. There I was infront of the mirror in the toilet bare and naked when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. My clone or more should I say my twin is twice of everything I am. Attitude,behaviour and looks. Our talk leads to kissing,petting and then that sexual pleasure which I've yearning to get. Then he ran straight out of the toilet and through the main door. Night came and I saw him getting horny on my bed with a Caucasion. Sad? Obviously not because he's just being what I am right now. It seemed real but could it just be my imagination? Or is/was that a glipse of my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;F.Y.I:Rad my twin is much more hotter than that puny twin of yours,Radhia. She thinks she's hot but she's NOT. Whoops~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-8163941593230121799?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/8163941593230121799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=8163941593230121799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8163941593230121799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8163941593230121799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-fucked-by-my-twini-think.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-9082680117934641067</id><published>2008-06-30T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:37:10.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an experience at Khatib. 1st the sound system sucks then secondly the audience believe it or not were elderly &amp;amp; thirdly the taxi took my $10 away. Man I was hungry the whole day.  My body &amp;amp; legs are weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;LOVE UPDATES&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aina found Afiq;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rad found Dzul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yati with Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farah with Fuad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afa with Irfaan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for me I found none.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Take me to the streets where the streetlights shine my way out.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-9082680117934641067?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/9082680117934641067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=9082680117934641067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/9082680117934641067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/9082680117934641067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-experience-at-khatib.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-7258670134718394164</id><published>2008-06-15T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:43:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"HAPPY FATHERS' DAY KHAMIS BUANG" 150608&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213570105346734178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SFpSY1zJuGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pRIvIDCU_XE/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Your son here is unable to express his love for his dad. I just can't express it through words. Thanks for all your support,care &amp;amp; concern all these time eventhough I repay it through all the bad stuff I've done. Got myself into trouble with mum yet your there to help me out and risk your life for me. Worst still got into trouble with the law yet again your there to help me out. To me Fathers' Day is everyday and I don't need to wait till this very day to express how fortunate for me to get a dad like you. I LOVE YOU DAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-7258670134718394164?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7258670134718394164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=7258670134718394164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7258670134718394164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7258670134718394164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-khamis-buang-150608.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SFpSY1zJuGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pRIvIDCU_XE/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-1420269280780542297</id><published>2008-06-13T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:25:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILAH &amp;amp; ZU" 130608&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213567077358495554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SFpPolqf50I/AAAAAAAAAEk/n7ZeJVH6txo/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Legally 16 uh?I wish you guys all the best especially for your coming O's. Anyway Ilah had fun at your birthday bash but I was like controlled by my little brother which Han entertain almost every single second. I want to go inside Old Changi Hospital but my little brother was obviously crying,what am I thinking?The cutting of cake session and my personal favourite the SABOTAGE,hahas. To make things less troublesome we even celebrated Rahmat's birthday as well. Salt,spice &amp;amp; everything nasty. Woohoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1420269280780542297?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1420269280780542297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1420269280780542297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1420269280780542297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1420269280780542297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-ilah-zu-130608-legally.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SFpPolqf50I/AAAAAAAAAEk/n7ZeJVH6txo/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-8755053946565013439</id><published>2008-06-10T11:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:30:20.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just woke up from my beauty sleep due to my parasite little brother who annoys me every second to make sure I wake up. My eyes are killing me its red and watery. Must go to an optometrist for regular eye checks. I'm sure I'll be getting a hell of a scolding when he finds out I'm using 2 months expired contact lenses. Rad I'm going to fulfill your wish of seeing my eyes but only for today only,hahas. Go lunch first then meet me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY KHAIRUL"100608&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah shower you with his blessings. Eventhough I don't know you that well yet there's no detriment in making new friends right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210115248467693314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SE4MNs_DTwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dfAaHxplxHc/s320/headshotlores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;choreographer.dancer.dreamer.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of Luam and I want to increase my dance vocabulary through her. The first thing I do if I get to New York,I'll go to Broadway Dance Centre at 322 West 45th Street,3rd floor. Dreamnt about her being my teacher and me being her favourite student. Maybe it's a vision from the future? Anyway &lt;a href="http://www.wildchildnation.com/"&gt;http://www.wildchildnation.com/&lt;/a&gt; displays the best street line,ranging from hoodies to sweatpants. You could drool just looking at it,well not literally just exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite draining due to the vehement heat which was like burning my dainty skin. I'm no 'putera lilin',isn't it suppose to be 'puteri lilin'?hahas. The guy version uh. Yesterday not a single drop of rain felt. Sat down under a hut while the rest were busy dancing to 4 minutes. I'm outta' time and all I got is 4 minutes. Groovey. Went Pizza Hut to eat after that eventhough I didn't want to. Zul did the most zany things to convince me that I should eat. In all I ate 3 slice of pizza and one chicken soup. After that we went on talking about the most fashionable and antiquate teachers. Laugh our ass out almost every second. And Zul it's pronounce as prEma and not prIma,hahas. Come on Prema I can't believe your convetous of beauty and well-being of others. Except the fact that your small in size but very intellectual. Give a round of applause for her,woohoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-8755053946565013439?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/8755053946565013439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=8755053946565013439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8755053946565013439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8755053946565013439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-woke-up-from-my-beauty-sleep-due.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SE4MNs_DTwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dfAaHxplxHc/s72-c/headshotlores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-6146488750633769522</id><published>2008-06-07T18:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:14:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoying that luscious JACK'nJILL chips. Salsa chilli flavour keeps me grooving. Savouring every moment without knowing the danger that lies behind the benign packet. Crunchig,chomping and lastly ouch. Two metal handphone accessories in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;:Look before eating because you will never know what's in it,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks to our fast thinking just now,we don't anymore stop and wait for our judgement. We shape it. That law abiding curly whimsy almost got caught us for our purblind action. He was like a storey above us. Catch me and I'm going to grope your twisted grapes you curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me: Nak ape?(with that angelical face of mine)&lt;br /&gt;Curly: Lu lebih baik gerak dari sini sebelum aku telefon polis.&lt;br /&gt;Rad:LARI!&lt;br /&gt;Curly:Eh tak payah,tunggu situ!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chased Rad but he got away anyway. I twist my leg around to control that urgently need for the toilet. Wrong timing like seriously. If I wet my pants I'm so going to burn your hair. But I'm glad we're out of that step-busy neighbourhood and I'm still in the state of shock right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danish be prepared for the worst. I'm no cheap guy who goes around blowing dicks for money. I've done it before but I don't go to random people and say,"Can I blow you?". Get that in your head you jerk. Whoa that's just too much. Now I don't care if you're that hot stud I once had feelings for. If a game is what you want,a game you will get. Dudy don't ever think you will get away too,I'll never spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aina go get a life. I don't mind you popping into my poblems but do you even know what's happening now and then? Don't start shooting with your unlicensed mouth. If you want it to be over,I'm fine with that because there's more from where I come from. That neighbourhood kids are always waiting for me. They are much more conventional than you are.And I'll stop only when I think it's time for me. Don't make me detestate you,dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I'm a GLUE SNIFFER,so?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get a life you two-faced emo nerd.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-6146488750633769522?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/6146488750633769522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=6146488750633769522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6146488750633769522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/6146488750633769522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-to-our-fast-thinkingwe-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-937447444751907152</id><published>2008-06-05T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:29:52.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rad seriously you got me laughing all day but that prank was just too mean &amp;amp; I LIKE IT. Mr. D have fun facing your parents with that HIV positive certificate,nyahas. I should start believing in flying pigs if you say your straight. Hurt my friend and all you receive is double of everything double the irksome,double the woe. Dudy you just wait because the table will turn right back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISQA" 050608&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAKIM" 040608&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah shower you with his blessings and I'm sorry that I'm unable to celebrate with any of you. Kimp good luck for your KBC Battle whatever that is. Looking forward for my presents,2 months &amp;amp; 8 days from now(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs C. kiss my flat butt to make me pay $20 for that ugly class T-shirt,so antiquated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-937447444751907152?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/937447444751907152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=937447444751907152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/937447444751907152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/937447444751907152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/06/rad-seriously-you-got-me-laughing-all.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-25439946324119293</id><published>2008-06-03T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:36:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now you're just being a paranoid you two-faced nerd. You didn't have to went all the trouble to get back on me. Face it your just not up to my standard boy. You're just convetous aren't you? I'm sure God is fair enough and make sure you will suffer the same fate or better still slash by a 'parang' if you enjoy slashing yourself that is. All I get is rubbish from people like you just because I don't satisfy you,what shit is that? Rad soon your true love will come but this time be mentally prepared for such ordeal because out there somewhere there's someone to pauperize your life. As for me I'm back with my sweet lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S:Dudy I'm out there waiting to bust that pitiful life of yours.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-25439946324119293?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/25439946324119293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=25439946324119293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/25439946324119293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/25439946324119293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-youre-just-being-paranoid-you-two.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1058126450607618460</id><published>2008-05-29T19:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:56:42.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205761422858373426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SD6UbsrnyTI/AAAAAAAAADM/m12LibMdWJE/s320/bus_frontrt_2d_150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205764051378358626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SD6W0srnyWI/AAAAAAAAADk/fP2JEErxaaA/s320/269194846_37dd04e2b6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dream rides;Volkswagen Bus &amp;amp; Vespa. Eventhough it might look vintage,I like it because that's just me. Don't worry two years left and I'm so looking for it. Get my license and *POOF* I will be riding on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S:Im love sick,call the Love Doctor in.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1058126450607618460?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1058126450607618460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1058126450607618460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1058126450607618460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1058126450607618460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-ridesvolkswagen-bus-vespa.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SD6UbsrnyTI/AAAAAAAAADM/m12LibMdWJE/s72-c/bus_frontrt_2d_150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-5549358482338193992</id><published>2008-05-27T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:54:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1.If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;I will shove a blade up his ass.&lt;br /&gt;#2 If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Be that professional photographer for TYRA BANKS.&lt;br /&gt;#3 What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;Javanese style? Not my thing but its malay-ish.&lt;br /&gt;#4 What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Ermm,get myself a home in California.&lt;br /&gt;#5 What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Sexy lips,apple face,small eyes &amp;amp; have a sexy voice. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;#6 Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;The next day,kidding. Only death can stop me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;#8 If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Grab that him. Leave his girlfriend alone &amp;amp; lost.&lt;br /&gt;#9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;My cranky mum.&lt;br /&gt;#12 How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with Tyra Banks cause I'll be the next-top MODEL EXTRAORDINARE!&lt;br /&gt;#13 Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Not telling. Nyaha Nyahas..!&lt;br /&gt;#14 What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;He's might be in love with yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;#15 Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Single &amp;amp; rich,obviously.&lt;br /&gt;#16 What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Scratch my butt with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;#17 Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yup unless my virginity is at risk.&lt;br /&gt;#18 If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;The one I think is most suitable. Actually both uh.&lt;br /&gt;#19 What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;My one and only Lepak Crew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-5549358482338193992?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/5549358482338193992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=5549358482338193992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5549358482338193992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5549358482338193992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-7598168669416856682</id><published>2008-05-25T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:34:26.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That freedom lasted for only one day. Syaiful why are you not using your chances wisely? When actually you know that 2nd chances don't come easily. After stressing for two weeks,there I go again continue the same bloody 24 hour process. This time I really regretted what I did and I seriously hope that God will open the hearts of those who sees me in utter disappointment. Only he knows how I'm feeling right. Next time don't be too complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;F.Y.I: I'm madly in love with HAZELNUT COOKIE ICE BLEND.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-7598168669416856682?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7598168669416856682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=7598168669416856682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7598168669416856682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7598168669416856682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-freedom-lasted-for-only-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-2669834837075700271</id><published>2008-05-22T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:50:51.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free from the burden that I have from my burden list. But one dissapointing news for Rad,yours is re-scheduled to next Wednesday. Have fun waiting uh. O-level MT is in 4 days people BREAK A LEG,no seriously so you don't have to go to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207713955200032130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SEWEQCeK3YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YnOyAfmU7t8/s320/2409239224_c080f8ec48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S:Rad love Muse and that it kills him inside. Obsession for Jesse McCartney,he's so in.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-2669834837075700271?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/2669834837075700271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=2669834837075700271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2669834837075700271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2669834837075700271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-free-from-burden-that-i-have-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/SEWEQCeK3YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YnOyAfmU7t8/s72-c/2409239224_c080f8ec48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-7358037110198498250</id><published>2008-05-07T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:32:38.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puteri Gunung Ledang,a legend or a myth? Only God knows but one thing I know my friend Rad is a descendant of her. No wonder he got those animal talking abilities which you people might find weird,hahas. Everytime he switch on the song &lt;i&gt;Asmaradana&lt;/i&gt;,wind started blowing. Is it him or just luck,I wonder. But today my long lost hallucination vision came back thanks to the FIRST TO RISE. Ahmad don't you forget to buy me those chewing gums from JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm down in luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I beat up my weak sister due to her unlicensed mouth,she deserved it. Who does she think she is? I think that I'm wasting my time praying. She's just testing my patience and you guys might think I'm inhuman but I warned her before I did all this. Came my father rushing from work and I was blamed. What luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gum and me,what's the connection? Something which I'm addicted to but not to worry that addiction is almost gone. Least did I know one little problem can lead to such big consequences. My sister and brother-in-law came last Sunday as a surprise but it didn't start and end happily. Somehow got caught due to the strong smell,stupid me. Kak Gg came and I got this whole GOD DAMN lecture from her and do only thing I did was cry to cover the shame that was brought upon me. Almost got beaten up but I was lucky this time. Dear God I'm really greatful that only my phone was confiscated.  What luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that someone whom I'm always with neglected me. Once you found someone new I was not entertained and to add on you criticised me with that bubbly mouth of yours.  Did you know how I felt? You became mad at me not realising your mistakes. Don't start saying that I'm a changed person,go and look at yourself in the mirror and comment on that. It's too little too late. What luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S:Rad its not that it's hard for me to believe you anymore but that incident changed my whole perception of you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-7358037110198498250?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7358037110198498250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=7358037110198498250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7358037110198498250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7358037110198498250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/05/puteri-gunung-ledanga-legend-or-myth.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1152488146701946406</id><published>2008-05-01T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:13:12.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last I'm updating my blog,aren't you guys happy? Many things have happened for the past one month and MY BLOG ISNT'T DEAD UNLESS I SAID SO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you guys about what Rad dreamnt yesterday. Its more like a mystery that we are trying to crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;'Rad was sending Ilah home and everything was moving so slowly. Rad thought maybe they drank so it's quite normal for them to feel this way. What they heard next came to them as a surprise. Crows,at night? Its only one but you don't want to mess with it as its big. *POOF* came farah and me out of nowhere and the crow clawed its way into Ilah's thin shirt. We came to the end of a cliff,Rad,Me and Farah we're dangling off the cliff which left only Ilah and the crow on top. Farah mistook what Ilah said which was supposed to be for the crow,"LET GO". You should know what happened next. What was left behind was a letter from Rad stating,"Its either you're a great friend or you're great." Ilah was filled with grieveful tears.'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought it had something to do with our friendship ties but I wonder why Afa,Yati and Nurul wasn't in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yati dreamnt about Ilah too yesterday but ours are bullshit,hahas. Mine was about her buying a thick winter jacket at Peninsula while Yati was about her being a fat rubbish-collecter,wat the hell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations have started and so far its not ok. Language papers for the first time I was able to finish but I hope its well done. Social Studies was a complete pain in the ass as I was able to finish my SEQ and not my SBQ. Maths? Don't talk about it,more than half of the blanks not filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caning process went out unexpectedly. We thought it was on the Thursday but 'lucky' us it was held on a holy Friday. We came unprepared as the both of us were wearing very very thin boxers. I can't bear to see the extra pain Aqmal had to went through because of my foolish behaviour. The mark on our butts lasted only about a week I thing,I didn't pay much attention to it. I didn't know that some people were quite dumb to ask if its painful,obviously it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brillante 2 went out to be one of the nicest production I've went through despite some technical problems we faced. Make-ups and costumes,splendid I should say. But that day marks the end of my dancing life in Bedok Green Secondary School. I'm going to miss breathing at my juniors neck,lol. I wonder if I left a legacy at that school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;F.Y.I:If you think shaving my legs are feminine,have you ever thought of shaving that armpit of yours unless you think its masculine enough.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1152488146701946406?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1152488146701946406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1152488146701946406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1152488146701946406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1152488146701946406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-last-im-updating-my-blogarent-you.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-3609920502303252752</id><published>2008-03-31T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:37:32.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Expected to be love but it always turn sour. That happened whenever I get into a relationship. Distrust. Misunderstanding. The reasons for most breakups. Loving someone has never been easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Don't ever think that your just enjoying with yourself. After hearing your story,I will consider to be close to you. but as for now,we are still friends. I can't give fake love to you. Or love you just like that. Because I never thought of having a boyfriend because I'm really in love with another guy and that's another long story. Hope you understand. Goodnight!" &lt;i&gt;-Ruth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of it Epul,stop being penitent. Like what people usually say,no use crying over spilled milk. The song by Britney Spears called Radar just brings me ol' sweet memories of me and Kimp. Two weeks,what am I thinking. He despise me. Was it me or his egoistic nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lust for love had lead me to the exposure of pornography. That's where all the trouble started. Enjoying myself as lunch time ticked by and I didn't the trouble up ahead. It was so titillating that I didn't realise a presence near me. Behind the metal bar of the glass window pane,a teacher was seen standing with his arms folded. With an irate voice,he demanded for the phone. I then had to follow him to the principal's office to write a statement. While I was walking,everyone had a &lt;i&gt;what happen&lt;/i&gt; face pasted on them. I just shrugged to avoid any misconception. My once filthy mind was flooded with questions. How disgraceful was it to face the principal and get criticized not just because of my stupidity but also because of me being a true muslim. Pornography,what was I thinking? This is my third offence so far not just for this month but also the whole of my secondary 4 life in Bedok Green Secondary School. First stealing followed by forging and now this. My serving sentence is a trip to the hall of shame and get cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S:I'm a feral kid.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-3609920502303252752?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/3609920502303252752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=3609920502303252752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3609920502303252752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3609920502303252752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/03/expected-to-be-love-but-it-always-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-5119813167737524848</id><published>2008-03-24T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:28:26.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-esMIsKHRI/AAAAAAAAADE/W8envDGyRDE/s1600-h/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181299220804148498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-esMIsKHRI/AAAAAAAAADE/W8envDGyRDE/s320/DSC03494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I'll treasure this bond that we all have till that fateful day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-5119813167737524848?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/5119813167737524848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=5119813167737524848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5119813167737524848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5119813167737524848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-treasure-this-bond-that-we-all-have.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-esMIsKHRI/AAAAAAAAADE/W8envDGyRDE/s72-c/DSC03494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4350665699064968964</id><published>2008-03-21T23:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:26:50.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a blast today but not my back is aching. I became the baby-sitter for Yati's nephew from Bedok to Kembangan and back to Bedok. If Im not wrong his name for short is Abi. Damn cute and we got some chemistry going on,hahas. Kidding but he didn't want to let me go and started crying and all. And dear Yati forgot to take his diapers and bottle. One more thing, Yati have a new boyfriend which she kept secret all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181296545039523026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-epwYsKHNI/AAAAAAAAACk/fl7nPDyhhNs/s320/DSC03523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181298512134544642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-eri4sKHQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8qJ9QCr_ejE/s320/DSC03506.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;She's smiling from ear to ear,hahas.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was fun too. First I tied Yati to my USB cable and ask her to run around like a bitch which she is. Kidding but the tying part is real.,hahas. Ilah was willing enough to help me but I tied her too. All the way she was asking help from strangers but none bother to look but instead laugh. Aina kidnapped my earpiece,seriously. Now three things are held captive by her,firstly my pair of black skinnies,secondly my black Adidas jacket and lastly my black Sony Ericsson earpiece. I wonder when she is giving back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181297103385271522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-eqQ4sKHOI/AAAAAAAAACs/9d0YESrGy28/s320/DSC03493.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;P.S:Eiffel,Im in &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4350665699064968964?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4350665699064968964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4350665699064968964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4350665699064968964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4350665699064968964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/03/had-blast-today-but-not-my-back-is.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-epwYsKHNI/AAAAAAAAACk/fl7nPDyhhNs/s72-c/DSC03523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-1325325602637921327</id><published>2008-03-19T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:07:45.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-EP26A39kI/AAAAAAAAACM/BhDnUF5iiiA/s1600-h/1921709215_f26561c1f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179438482413057602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-EP26A39kI/AAAAAAAAACM/BhDnUF5iiiA/s320/1921709215_f26561c1f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Searching for a date to bring along to a gig at M.O.S featuring Sean Kingston. Im not really a fan of him but its M.O.S I'm looking forward to. Its on the 8 April '08 and its from 1830 - 2230. Anyone interested? And its not first come first serve basis,hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1325325602637921327?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1325325602637921327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1325325602637921327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1325325602637921327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1325325602637921327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/03/searching-for-date-to-bring-along-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-EP26A39kI/AAAAAAAAACM/BhDnUF5iiiA/s72-c/1921709215_f26561c1f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-4022213154503858090</id><published>2008-03-18T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:34:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Losing a friend is like losing a piece of a jigsaw puzzle but losing the trust of a teacher?  I can't take the pain anymore. I build it with my tears n sweat bt it crumbled down just like that. The teacher whom I respected and looked up to is now a whole different person. Or is it just me? That cold shoulder &amp;amp; dirty looks she gave me explained everything from A-Z. People now see me from a whole new perception. Everywhere I go,hurtful comments were being hurled at me as if I'm that lifeless rag doll . Sometime my friends just dissapoint me.  Just accept me for who I am will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S:I hate being vurbally bullied.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4022213154503858090?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4022213154503858090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4022213154503858090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4022213154503858090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4022213154503858090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/03/losing-friend-is-like-losing-piece-of.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-4593533231183611854</id><published>2008-03-13T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:24:29.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Current mood: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4593533231183611854?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4593533231183611854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4593533231183611854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4593533231183611854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4593533231183611854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/03/current-mood-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-2863217499287584230</id><published>2008-03-10T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:12:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Didn't go to school but went out with Rad and Yannah. Had alot of fun. First went to Bedok CC to check on Shanty. Then took bus 24 to AMK Hub,fucking hot inside and so damn slow. Yannah suggested to go there but we stayed there for about an hour then took bus 135 to East Coast Park. Yes Yannah &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;,hahas. And FYI my Syaiful Jr. still sleeping despite all the noise and all,hahas. At East Coast Park all of us started our bimbo-tic nature and also crumping all over to attract all those L.O.S.E.R.S attention. Someone claimed that he is still in Skank,PFFT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176133818611398146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R9VSSKA39gI/AAAAAAAAABs/73TJHzmKzGg/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179439573334750802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R-EQ2aA39lI/AAAAAAAAACU/Cn2uvsJr9So/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;P.S:Im &lt;b&gt;BISEXUAL&lt;/b&gt;,so?&lt;br /&gt;No comments because you STINK.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-2863217499287584230?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/2863217499287584230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=2863217499287584230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2863217499287584230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2863217499287584230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/03/didnt-go-to-school-but-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R9VSSKA39gI/AAAAAAAAABs/73TJHzmKzGg/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-7798492281877100795</id><published>2008-03-09T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:14:15.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yati so-called birthday party was damn crappy. I only had fun when we sabotaged yati at one deserted alley at Bugis. Turn my back for a moment and the next moment i heard a cracking and splashing sound. Aina smashed an egg on Yati's head while Nurul splashed Yati with a mixture of fizzy drinks,flour,egg,coco and not forgetting her own saliva. Shhh Yati know nothin about this,haha. Thank goodness she brought extra clothings and my present for her was a rag to wipe her face and all. She did appreciate it ok. People get high and stuff. Meet amir and the gang. Hangout with my dance mates for awhile. Lastly I got scolded by a bus attendant,what the fuck. I was changing my seat then the bus attendant came up to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176479086737356322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R9aMTaA39iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T3VMspb-u2g/s320/DSC03418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Believe it or not,she's not the birthday girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176480620040681010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R9aNsqA39jI/AAAAAAAAACE/tuJg_OiAtys/s320/DSC03413.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's taking the birthday thing too seriously,hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"You are not suppose to run around on the second deck. If your downstairs I don't mind. And you can't lie to me because your caught on camera.". Im obviously know that? I studied physics,gravity and stuff. Everyone was looking at me with their fucking faces. Ilah and Aina was laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At last I got my &lt;b&gt;JADE NECKLACE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-7798492281877100795?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7798492281877100795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=7798492281877100795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7798492281877100795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7798492281877100795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/03/yati-so-called-birthday-party-was-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R9aMTaA39iI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T3VMspb-u2g/s72-c/DSC03418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-3458755353456303377</id><published>2008-02-20T20:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:52:24.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok Epul stop emo-ing and start enjoying life. You don't have much time to enjoy till your O's.Today was a fun eventhough didn't get enough sleep yesterday. Chat with Zeek for awhile and he is so going to get it for lying to me and Afa about the migrating thing,haha. To think I'm that gullible to fall for that. Suprisingly Aina and Farah came today but sadly Afa came with a fucking red eye and she don't even know what cause it. What the hell?! Anwy now my juniors Raudhdah,Jannah,Aliya and Maryam know my suppose to be &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; secret. Be good little girls and don't tell anyone ok? Lol. And I &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; my POA teacher ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what I've miss since the day I started being totally depress. Last Sunday was like GAY day not that I'm against them or anything but public places are not places to show sexual affection. Hugging here,holding hands there and even wearing girl fitting clothes. What's happening to the world? Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169066566812813282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7w2p9c5x-I/AAAAAAAAABc/LqTkXVBkZvg/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Along the road of Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing,me,Aina and Afa became emcees on Chinese New Year Concert '08. Too bad Farah didnt get into it but look at the bright side you didnt stink the whole hall,haha. 3 bestfriends together? Are you serious? Everyone asked that two questions. And we did &lt;b&gt;rock&lt;/b&gt; the stage,right back at ya people. Lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169043936630130578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7wiEtc5x5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qh4rLYVDLQ8/s320/DSC00815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me in my purple &lt;i&gt;songket&lt;/i&gt; baju melayu. The Kedah boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169044598055094194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7wirNc5x7I/AAAAAAAAABE/NYHbGSAmYjs/s320/DSC00816.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aina in her pink &lt;i&gt;cheongsam&lt;/i&gt;. The Shanghai Girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169045255185090498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7wjRdc5x8I/AAAAAAAAABM/x6Q1DROTJYE/s320/DSC00814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Afa in &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; sister's &lt;i&gt;kebaya&lt;/i&gt;.The Kanpung Girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169047200805275602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7wlCtc5x9I/AAAAAAAAABU/uu5KDccYlrg/s320/DSC00813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aren't we just adorable? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S: Someone have fake boobs,lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-3458755353456303377?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/3458755353456303377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=3458755353456303377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3458755353456303377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/3458755353456303377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-epul-stop-emo-ing-and-start-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7w2p9c5x-I/AAAAAAAAABc/LqTkXVBkZvg/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-5173820592559559851</id><published>2008-02-15T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:54:26.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year valentine was the most &lt;b&gt;CRAPPY&lt;/b&gt;. Me,Aina and Shafian sat under a bridge near Sungei Api-Api. What are we doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myself&lt;/b&gt;; Thought that Kimp will appear somewhere there to cheer me up on this special day.&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aina&lt;/b&gt;; Emo-ing about Rahmat who so-called dumped her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shafian&lt;/b&gt;; Reflecting on what he did to his newly broken ex is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought making ourselves &lt;b&gt;high&lt;/b&gt; will solve all the problems but its still the same.I thought of not leaving that memorable place till he comes but who am I kidding,Kimp &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;coming&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? Epul to Earth! Epul to Earth! Stop fantasizing will ya?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-5173820592559559851?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/5173820592559559851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=5173820592559559851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5173820592559559851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5173820592559559851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-year-valentine-was-most-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-4596671305903759597</id><published>2008-02-12T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:00:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humpty dumpty sat on a wall,humpty dumpty had a &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt; fall. And that humpty dumpty is me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7W2mNc5x3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqqJbGTCOa4/s1600-h/Picture+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167236915039684466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7W2mNc5x3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqqJbGTCOa4/s320/Picture+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The arrow says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firstly&lt;/b&gt;; That love which I have been yearning all this while is unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secondly&lt;/b&gt;; That trust i gave was shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirdly&lt;/b&gt;: That sympathy in me have been consumed by hatred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im picking myself up as time goes by but the pain in my heart still remains and that scar on me serve as a reminder to be aware next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4596671305903759597?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4596671305903759597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4596671305903759597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4596671305903759597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4596671305903759597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/02/humpty-dumpty-sat-on-wallhumpty-dumpty.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R7W2mNc5x3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqqJbGTCOa4/s72-c/Picture+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-5840935304965706458</id><published>2008-02-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:04:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Consider myself lucky. Another second and that's the &lt;b&gt;END&lt;/b&gt; of me. Wat have I done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;KARMA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that what it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-5840935304965706458?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/5840935304965706458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=5840935304965706458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5840935304965706458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/5840935304965706458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/02/consider-myself-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-8439858907099262540</id><published>2008-01-28T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:57:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still in pain after 1 week of break-up,I didnt know it was this difficult to forget him. I got to move on but my instincts say &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; as if its trying to tell me something. That paricular sms he sent me shattered my heart into a million pieces yet I won't let him go. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The person I loved,held,and cared for,and were most intimate with is now nothing but a fragile set of memories that will vanish into the mist of the future. I think there will be times when my recovery will hurt. If I've ever suffered from frostbite and then come into warmer place,the first thing I experienced was pain before my normal feelings returned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye love and now im just waiting for my &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;VALENTINE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-8439858907099262540?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/8439858907099262540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=8439858907099262540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8439858907099262540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8439858907099262540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-in-pain-after-1-week-of-break-upi.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-4277547169431863253</id><published>2008-01-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:12:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to esplanade with the &lt;b&gt;SKANKS&lt;/b&gt; but Rad wasn't there to enjoy all the fun we had. He regretted not coming,lol. Val and Nurul fought then everyone mood went down. Then came tour guide Aina and Yati to the &lt;s&gt;rescue&lt;/s&gt;. Thanks babes,lol. Guess who I saw yesterday? &lt;i&gt;E-Z-A-M&lt;/i&gt;,at the cenotaph a.k.a memo. Went home about 10pm then watch Heroes till I fell asleep at 2am. Didnt get to finish watching it,haish)=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-4277547169431863253?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/4277547169431863253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=4277547169431863253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4277547169431863253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/4277547169431863253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-went-to-esplanade-with-skanks.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-1225257271156019649</id><published>2008-01-18T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:47:38.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last im back in action people. Yea ME,ok whatever Pul. Guess what people?&lt;i&gt;Qatar&lt;/i&gt; is A Ruby-ian,lol. I know,isn't it cool? Only the skanks know who it is. &lt;i&gt;Qatar&lt;/i&gt; and I looked at each other at the &lt;b&gt;same&lt;/b&gt; time. Afa don't get jealous huh,haha. I was focusing on him when I saw a red spot on his right eye,ya &lt;b&gt;on&lt;/b&gt; it. Farah asked him "Ape jadi ngan mata kau?" . He replied "Ada gaduh ah." . I was damn shocked,it was an internal bleeding. Pity him alot man,haish. And Shafian showed a picture of him after he was caned by DM. Pity him also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's my schedule for tomorrow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Around 10am&lt;/b&gt;; Go to the gym. Im so going to have a body like &lt;i&gt;Qatar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Around 1pm&lt;/b&gt;; Meet my family at town. Got a photoshoot and make-over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Around 4pm&lt;/b&gt;; Meet the skanks at esplanade if they are going that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all that,I'm going home and take a long hot bath. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last four days went out with Kimp and went to Sungai Api-Api. 2 Cs,cool yet creepy. How ironic.Did some &lt;i&gt;project&lt;/i&gt; with him,lol. The day after that meet again and did more &lt;i&gt;project&lt;/i&gt; with him,another lol. Miss my Kimp &lt;b&gt;BADLY&lt;/b&gt;,that son of a bitch (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-1225257271156019649?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/1225257271156019649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=1225257271156019649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1225257271156019649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/1225257271156019649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-last-im-back-in-action-people.html' title=''/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-8523161833761263687</id><published>2007-12-25T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:10:21.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slumber party.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday,went out with the skanks(actually just three people) to Esplanade. We wrote our so called resolution on a big white ball. The army of skanks should be proud of what we wrote on the stupid ball. Haha. We saw a bunch of low-fashion sense &lt;strong&gt;MATS&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;MINAHS&lt;/strong&gt; there,ewww. Then we saw Furbee and his friend. Furbee saw Rad but Rad instructed us to walk faster because the band wannabes already started playing their so called music. Ya right,haha. After that guess again who we saw? Two white eyeballs staring at us like we are some alien from outer space,Shaid and friend. We fetched Miss Val from her workplace. Before that we took pictures outside her workplace and her boss looks irritated but we don't give a god DAMN to him. Yea us. Rad drank e33 which smells like rotten meat and i almost puke. Val promised us that she will us at Rad's place but she didnt turn up,like always. Thanks eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147869784025442018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R3DoS0LNpuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gES41c-gHrw/s320/DSC02310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;NYDC, BABY! The chicken mushroom bake-rice is delicious.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up,El is reading a magazine and tired Rad is still in bed. He woke up at 4pm,shhhhh dont tell him. Lol. Had alot of fun tonight. And Miss Val didn't turn up and too bad you miss all the fun. Haha. Now its 7.30pm and the three of us haven't take a bath yet. No wonder Rad's house is starting to smell like a pig sty. Haha,joking babe. Are we even going out? I don't think so right,look at the time people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147876269426059010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R3DuMULNpwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ToN9D6ejulo/s320/DSC02314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-8523161833761263687?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/8523161833761263687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=8523161833761263687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8523161833761263687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/8523161833761263687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2007/12/slumber-party_25.html' title='slumber party.'/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_hQ5clj4uP8s/R3DoS0LNpuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gES41c-gHrw/s72-c/DSC02310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289025657523608443.post-2961441277771384970</id><published>2007-12-23T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:13:47.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skanks day out.</title><content type='html'>Today went out with,guess who? Rad,ilah,nurul,yati n masyemm. Jkjk. Went esplanade and rad made me,nurul n farah laugh till we got CRAMPS. Hahas. And yati fell n slide down the slope. Too bad i didnt really saw what happened. IM GOING CHANGI SOON. And what's the time now,fucking 1.10am. My mum quarrelled with my aunt and she is not in a good mood right now. End here,goodbye (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-2961441277771384970?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/2961441277771384970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=2961441277771384970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2961441277771384970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/2961441277771384970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2007/12/skanks-day-out.html' title='skanks day out.'/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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-7289025657523608443.post-7643638779924888884</id><published>2007-12-21T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:09:01.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One.'/><title type='text'>First post.</title><content type='html'>This is my first post.&lt;br /&gt;Cute, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289025657523608443-7643638779924888884?l=pulchritudivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7643638779924888884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289025657523608443&amp;postID=7643638779924888884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7643638779924888884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289025657523608443/posts/default/7643638779924888884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulchritudivity.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-post.html' title='First post.'/><author><name>PULchritude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05394484119967950059</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>
