<?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-6047339210456234678</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:36:43.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau Monde</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047339210456234678.post-914152332931817056</id><published>2007-07-06T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:03:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ai! Night shift starts tonight.  And i wonder how it would be like. And i want N72!!! Ok ok it may be an old model but its nice. It's beter than this LG chocolate im using. Aiyah! So troublesome. Chitz.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Im at home. Woke up ard 10.30 in the morning. Had that blundering headache since last night. i hated the feeling. I want N72. heex! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And school will be starting in the midst of this month. Yes! Dee's going back to school! Yayay! So many new things to do. I wonder how my classmates will be like. I wonder will the lessons and exams be tough? Will i excel? Aikz.. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I kinda not regret being a nurse in my ward. I think my ward is better then the rest. I've been deployed to 8B &amp; 8A.  8A is a nice ward. So cooling. That's becos it's air conditioned. And 8B..ai! i feel so disorganised there. But I do not know about the others though. And i've not met much of my frens ever since we ended orientation. Ai.. i miss them. And tagalog sounds so interesting. Im learning tagalog ya. OoWee! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanna go boogey woogey with you darlz!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Billy TaLeNt! They're so nicey nicey!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Erm.. I dont know what to wirte anymore. Shit. all i can think of is N72. Haiz. Dee. You just wont stop wont you? Heex!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ZangyGraphics.com/picture.php?c="quotes&amp;amp;n="59"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ZangyGraphics.com/quotes/pic16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zangygraphics.com/imgs/logo.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://zangygraphics.com/imgs/zangylogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-914152332931817056?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/914152332931817056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=914152332931817056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/914152332931817056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/914152332931817056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/07/ai-night-shift-starts-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-205798171767609420</id><published>2007-06-20T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:56:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;|| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tortured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wrapped around me is the most thinnest cord that cuts through my skin. The same cord that penetrates life into my endless soul, raptured but the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; delight of sadism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aches; head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; with thoughts. Spinning in my heavy head is a carousel that hung tiny little minude details of my unsatisfied hunger in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. I've got telescope eyes looking at me in ever direction. Human beings and non animated objects trying to drown me in the uttermost pit of being dry. ||&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so tired nowadays. I dont feel like going to work. Now i wonder whether I deserve to be a nurse or probably another professional change? Work is a craze. So political. So routined. So pain stakingly tiring. I wonder how they can work with ease. I wonder why they wont employ more nurses to help out with things. I cried most of the time. It's just so stressful. You dont know that honey. I cried silently inside my heart. That's why im so quiet nowadays. Im worried about alot of things.
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About the future;
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Studies;
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Finances;
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You dont understand how i think. Because you cant. Its so hard to explain. I cant tell you my problems because you've got bigger problems than me. Sometimes I wish i can be alone. So i wont hurt anyone; even hurt you. You're like my lover and my best friend together. So nice ya the way we were months ago? Im sorry i treated u so badly nowadays. I ignored you. I flared. Im just so emotionally, physically and mentally stressed up you know. I tried to make you all happy but i get the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the day. Im so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucked&lt;/span&gt;.
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-205798171767609420?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/205798171767609420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=205798171767609420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/205798171767609420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/205798171767609420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-tortured.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-2675199750554307520</id><published>2007-06-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:18:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my god!! &lt;/span&gt;




&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is so pathetic. It's been months ever since I posted anything on this blog. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tsk tsk! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;very Dusty..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dee blows the blog..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cough cough!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;erm..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yea.......ok... let's jus... continue. Shall we?&lt;/span&gt;
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I want to be butt naked on my bed hugging my girlfriend.


I want to eat chocolate fondue at CAROUSEL! Dip my fingers in the chocolate and lick it infront of Az.


I want to have dinner at CAROUSEL.


I want to have a purple room.


Maybe grey?



It's such a hot night I wanna take out my clothes and sleep naked tonight!!




I want to feel glamorous at CAROUSEL!




Kitchen kitchen! Why cant you be like  CAROUSEL?




In which if you still have not got to know about CAROUSEL, I've link the website. =)




&lt;a href="http://dining.royalpark.com.sg/"&gt;CaRoUsEL&lt;/a&gt;




I just GRADUATED! yayyyy! it was awesome ehk!!





No more student but a real Assistant Nurse! Eeik`! nO fun okies?! I like the scrubs ya! Makes me feel like im in GREy's Anatomy or ScrUbs!!! I love them shows!! AaARGgH!




BuT..




&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life's been awesomely confusing these few weeks. Work is now an emotional confusion going on in my head. I have "300" in my head. ( You know.. the bloody movie 300? I never watched it. But i saw the beasty trailer.. ) You know what i mean. Sometimes I wonder why i choose nursing? Have i ever thought of the shit that goes through in the prospect of a nurse? Layman people think nurses care for the sick, and clean patient's butts. Well... that's true. But we do other nice things too you know.




I am a spendaholic. I tend to spend. Aimlessly!!!! Aaargh! Giler ehkz! Naughty lah dee!!
Purr leaZe!




I dont want to marry lah. Just be lesbi and i can just drop by the sperm bank
fr a quicky and 9 months later.. POOF! weee~! Nutz. Really.






Bingz.. we are nutz aren't we? heex!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Went to have breakfast and hopped on 67 to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;geylang serai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;'s temporary market and holy batterymoni! No shops selling nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kebaya nyonya'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;s bottom. I'm like, what happened to tradition? Urgh. It was so frustrating. And i bet the heat's making Ayang's frustrated too. Erm..that's probably because i go round that place like 3 times? Well i was just making sure i didnt miss any shops that might sell that bottom! I so desperately needed it for the wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And i was realli about to cry and give up when Ayang insist on searching it at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tanjong Katong Complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;? Like i cant remember the name but what the heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And BAM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There it was! The bottom! Nicely displayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;on a mannequin (erm..how do i spell it? pronounced as manner-queen.. ) So i went to ask the lady and she said $99! 99 dollars?! just for a freaking simple-designed-fake-diamonds-with-gold-lining bottom. No way! Me and Ayang just looked at each other and walked away. The next few shops along the row was all selling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;makcik makcik'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;s dresses and stuff. And then again! I saw this nice old fashion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kebaya nyonya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; in one of the shops. And they had my size! Finally! Dragged Ayang to the shop and then tried the bottom on. It fits perfectly! And its half the price of the bottom we saw at the previous shop. How thrilling. It's like a baby's first ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;s   I   L   E   N   C   E   .   .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well yea maybe I'm so dramatic about it but still... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And then we went back home happy. Well i did. Ayang's too sleepy to say anything. But i did forget to buy food for my little hamsters. woops! keke!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All's done and i cant wait for that day i'm wearing my kebaya nyonya. Pretty pr&lt;/span&gt;etty!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-2448892651289395104?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2448892651289395104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=2448892651289395104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/2448892651289395104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/2448892651289395104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-brothers-wedding-is-in-3-days-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-7389703796379478336</id><published>2007-04-12T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:39:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;liberated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways, it's going to be one week into my current part time job, and serious - (dee whispers..) it sucks. It's beginning to really drive me nutz. Faking my hellos on the phone and having people slammed down the phone on you, saying they're not interested - in a monotonous tone - even before i could say the first few words, hearing weird people on the other end of the line..one sounded like he's fucking and the other sounds like he's in the toilet trying to squeeze his shit out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Well.. im only there for the money. I'll probably work there for a month. Then i'll enjoy the last few weeks of holiday before i start working - as what i should be - as a nurse in TTSH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd rather work as a nurse than something else. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Life's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tough. It's tougher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;getting out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of it than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;living in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-7389703796379478336?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/7389703796379478336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=7389703796379478336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/7389703796379478336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/7389703796379478336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-liberated.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-8212378091797797853</id><published>2007-04-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:40:48.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's my first day of work as a telemarketer. My god do i need a couple bottles of water or what! Picking up the phone and talking on the fone is hard work too. Fuh! But i think it's worth it. It's just for a month or two. Worked with Zahirah. Ahaks. Fun times just now. I just work for fun. Just to take off my mind on boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And guess what?! Za knows Fahmi, my neighbour. aNd Her boyfren's Shahrin. My ex-primary school friend. Who lives the block behind mine. My god. He's changed alot. Handsome now. Last time he's so chubby with bunny teeth. He's nice. I guess everyone changes when they grow up. It's been nearly 10 years now yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ayang sent me to work. Went to my house last night. Slept over then in the morning sent me to work. Hmm. I love him. Although i got emotionally disturbed in the morning. Something just pissed me off. It wasnt him. Really. I'm sorry honey. And after work i went to jurong point to send him off to work. doing night shift tonight. It was fun walking around j.p though we only have 25 minutes to spare. And its like so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm tired. Have work tmr but gotta wake up early. Wanna send my mum to the polyclinics. Think her kneecap popped out. This sounds so...sO intresting. I have got to find out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nights everybody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-8212378091797797853?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/8212378091797797853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=8212378091797797853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/8212378091797797853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/8212378091797797853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-my-first-day-of-work-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-5093233682364139427</id><published>2007-04-09T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:31:52.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;My boyfriend said i always mess up the freaking place. Tanks alot. Ruins my day! Made me feel so low self esteem. That's what everyone's making me feel. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Keep your friends close and your enemy closer. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I really am a hypocrite. Though i think others are much more of a hypocrite rather than me. They'll only get close to you to get the latest gossip and shit out of you and the net thing you know they'll tell everyone you're more secretiest secret. I so need a break! from all this shit people got me to. And sadly no one can be trusted. Even your love ones. Really.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And i know i'm like this but does he ever care? He thinks i'm the one messing the shit place up. I only place my clothes nicely on the table. Was about to place it back nicely in the wardrobe but all he said was "asal bende bende ni bersepah?" Urgh! Ruins my day! And when i said what the fuck he went all moody and doesnt want to talk to me. Hey fine! You dont want to talk to me. BE IT. Like you're the one who wants to sleep over my house. And i hate giwang songs. Really! Like he listens to giwang songs and i really have to suffer listening to those freaking giwang songs. Yuck!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel like drinking.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yea.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need a drink.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm getting myself a drink later. Thank you so much people.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And he's listening to songs that has this why am i always the one who gets this? punchline. Well if he wants a new gerllfriend then go ahead. He's mature enough. Bet the gerll whose been waiting for him ever since primary school deserves him better then me. That's wad he tinks too. I tink so too. Who cares about me right?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-5093233682364139427?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5093233682364139427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=5093233682364139427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/5093233682364139427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/5093233682364139427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-boyfriend-said-i-always-mess-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-2612632317567546291</id><published>2007-03-31T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:56:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fat and ugly is the new pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But why are we still so overly self conscious of ourselves? the way we look? Oh this dress makes me look fat. This pants make my fats seems like i have a tyre around my waist. Blah blah blah. Fats are just fats. They're love love love. You grow fat because you're happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But i guess i was happy. Now its hahaha for one second and getting into a heated arguement the next second. Saddening. And since school's over it's 2 months of boredom. I'm so bored. Bored of walking around shopping centres because i've been going to this places for like million of times. I'm bored of Bugis, LJS, Far East and also Orchard. I want someplace else. Someplace more exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i hate shopping when i'm broke. It's like asking a child to accompany the mother go toys'r'us (the biggest one at ViVo!) to just to look at it. Fuck. And i've got issues with getting irritated nowadays. I'm like a walking irritated-at-little-details bitch. And i screwed the kids up. Like they're so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And im sick of my hair. Miss perfectionist's setting in my head again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can someone tell me how to deal with my irritated feelings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess it's because of this uncle of his and other people trying to ruin our god damn perfect relationship! Like hell they are so rude! Like how would you like it if a ruin your relationship? ehat more your family. So damn irritaring. And i wish people would just mind their own fucking business. Pussies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-2612632317567546291?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2612632317567546291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=2612632317567546291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/2612632317567546291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/2612632317567546291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/03/fat-and-ugly-is-new-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-6283739279212504495</id><published>2007-03-26T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:45:18.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prom is over!!! and it's never been as fun as any prom i've ever been to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Erm. That's because I've never ever been to any prom in the first place. My Secondary school prom was cancelled. But my prom night is the best prom night ever. Well i suppose it's such a small group of people going but we really had fun after all.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My dress: Bust sexy! My make up: Moulin Rouge! And my shoe: A total leg pain ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047176317474892418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgssHqHa6oI/AAAAAAAAADw/iMldu_MLICA/s320/P3240493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My partner? Sadl he wasnt in. Cos it was a no-partner allowed prom. But he was there with me when i was preparing for prom.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of it all, i wish prom never end. I wish the gorgeousness never have to end. But as i pull out my fake lashes out i thought, "hey dee, natural beauty's better darling." Yea. It's true. No thick make up no fake lashes. Just my skin.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047208615628958354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtJfqHa6pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2tgklLi7b6U/s320/P3240514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It took along time for everyone to finish. I was bored. Totally! Cos i was the first to arrive and to do my hair and make up. Sucks. I thought getting there early was a great idea. NOT! And my feet's aching with the hard shoe i'm wearing.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047209839694637730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtKm6Ha6qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZQuYMsWHXVw/s320/P3240517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But all's worth it cos finally i get to take pictures with Sue and Abang Handsome-which-i-cant-remember-the-name. WoOhOo! Kak Sue kiter betul betul berkenan dengan Abang ni.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047210844716985010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtLhaHa6rI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kb2xMzGvvPs/s320/P3240531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at our Mr Tan Chin Chew. It's the first time i see him so smart! My god.
from Right: Short..Tall..Very TALL!!


&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047211729480248002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtMU6Ha6sI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/62F9ENYsx8c/s320/P3240529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
Look! We've got Sharon Tribs, Kak Mizah, Sue Buffay, Irena Bingz and Kak ly kiter berderet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047212566998870738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtNFqHa6tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VmHfer2Meds/s320/P3240533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
I was the extra there yes i know. But i love them too! I'm with Lyana's clinical posting friends. Aren't they pretty too?

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047212949250960098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtNb6Ha6uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_pkhS44R86w/s320/P3240535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A whole class..erm..merely the whole class..together with Mdm Liaw!! WoOhOo! She's so simply pretty.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047232130574904322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/Rgte4aHa7AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mKgynce6iQ4/s320/P3240564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
Mdm Liberty and me . She's our Class Advisor. So cutez .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047217531981065026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtRmqHa60I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UK5xDZvXChE/s320/P3240573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look at Lyana's gift! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047218708802104146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtSrKHa61I/AAAAAAAAAFY/CXAJHjFkKlw/s320/P3240600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047219980112423794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtT1KHa63I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kwj2-okLpVY/s320/P3240613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JN0504F..well..some of it.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047221620789930882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtVUqHa64I/AAAAAAAAAFw/p2aigoKGr88/s320/P3240611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
Ms Rahimah was there .

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047222999474432914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtWk6Ha65I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tE96dHHKNGw/s320/P3240624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bingz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047223626539658146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtXJaHa66I/AAAAAAAAAGA/WgJ1vKb9nJ4/s320/P3240622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tribz..

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047224927914748850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtYVKHa67I/AAAAAAAAAGI/DgJ1PgO1FWg/s320/P3240627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Buffay..
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047225915757226946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgtZOqHa68I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6PtR7Asqruk/s320/P3240625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And Kak Mizah. Of course I gotta have some closure. Pretty pretty!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think i spent too much. Really. I wish i hadnt spent too much. I hate my hair though. Hmm. Wish i had my long hair again.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047227839902575570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/Rgta-qHa69I/AAAAAAAAAGY/a5DLAl7bUtk/s320/P3240658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the end i'm just too tired from taking photos, dancing my ass off and standing in my puney shoe. Look at my shoe! Shimmery black with a velvet line and bow in the front. Pain for fashion. Ouch ! !
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047230017450994658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W94xy8rrhP0/Rgtc9aHa6-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Foh36veyUcw/s320/P3240653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But in the end i was totally exhausted. And had loads of fun!!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And people.. Me dont need no sponge no enhancement to get that kind of bust!

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&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-6283739279212504495?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6283739279212504495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=6283739279212504495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/6283739279212504495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/6283739279212504495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/03/prom-is-over-and-its-never-been-as-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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/_W94xy8rrhP0/RgssHqHa6oI/AAAAAAAAADw/iMldu_MLICA/s72-c/P3240493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047339210456234678.post-620307496555622727</id><published>2007-03-10T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:49:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so busy nowadays i dont even have time to watch tv or even read a magazine. I'll just buy them and chuck them one side until i get the time to read them. And of cos the time is..now. D'uh! Attachment ends in a weeks time. My FTT is in 3 weeks time. And I have yet to enrol and book for my practical lessons. Hmm. I just finished learning my FTT. Now im blogging and trying to get new songs. Phat.. where r u? i want you to bang in new songs for me to listen. And i'll be 19 in merely a few hours time. How fast is that? I wanna celebrate my Birthday with Azrul. We nearly.. (nearly!) did not get to spent my birthday together. But in the end he did get his off day and we're off to Malaysia to go feast hunting again! I'm a food freak i tell you. But somehow i dont feel like eating alot now.  I dont know why. I'm chubby alreadi. My clothes dont fit me no more. But I still weigh about 47kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok. Attachement is so fast. Skills are done and the book's handed up. Thankfully. I'm tearing everytime i think that the end is coming.  I'm gonna miss my friends and my lecturers. and the cafeteria food. And the fun times i had with my friends. Kenangan manis dan pahit. But seriously i cant wait to get a job. I just wanna get a job. Sent my resume to SNEC and SGH. Waiting for their reply. I'm beginning to worry. And W52B is not bad at all. The staff are gerekz and the ward setting is small but there's just things i'm not comfortable with. Like the witty Nurse Clinician. We'd call her Kak Kam. And the freaking indian cleaner who is so gatal. Yuck! And the aircon is just so cold. Yes. W52B has air condition. Isnt that good? WoohOo! But it's a very heavy ward with ICU and ICA there. Fuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm feeling sleepy nowadays. Which means my body is constantly reminding me that i dont have enough rest. And i'm getting sleepy now too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=) Happy 19th Bithday tomorrow Princess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I LoVe euu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-620307496555622727?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/620307496555622727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=620307496555622727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/620307496555622727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/620307496555622727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-busy-nowadays-i-dont-even-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-132826763135636397</id><published>2007-02-18T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:56:25.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Princess + Prom = Yayness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;**PROM** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in a month time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the same month as my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And i'm all ready for prom. I've got to know this very nice boutique in bugis street. And they have full make over packages. And it's worth it yea. It's $156 all together. I guess it's a good bargain since everyone's spending $200 and above for prom. Which is like.. whoa! And the people there reali make you so glamorous. i wanna be pretty pretty! keke! Ayang paid for my prom and stuff. And it's a blessing. But wasnt gonna make him pay for everything though. Prom is the time i wanna look perfect. And i feel sexy in my dress. My LPD. kekeke.. And the since i dont have to worry for what to wear and stuff for my prom, I'm hoping they wont cancel the prom last minute. I'll be furious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cut my hair again. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;trimmed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. Not cut. Cut they use electric shaver to cut. Trim they use scissors. Which is much better than saying cut to the uncle or auntie cutting your hair and he/she makes it worst than what it use to look like. But i guess the pretty gerl cutting my hair has all my friends staring at her. She's just.. pretty. She's got everyone(including me) mesmerised. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's CNY and i'm bored at home. Most of the shops are closed. Great. It's like dead city. Wished my friends and lecturers happy CNY. And im going to my friend's house tomorrow cos she invited me and my friends. Which is like.. yay. I dont have to feel bored at home. And now im at home bumming around and doing house chores and sleeping. I hate boring Sundays without Ayang. Augustana's Boston is nice. I like. the song. reali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've got nothing to say now. I fried my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Princess will be pretty in purple at prom.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-132826763135636397?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/132826763135636397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=132826763135636397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/132826763135636397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/132826763135636397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/02/princess-prom-yayness-prom-in-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-3720002256937333117</id><published>2007-02-05T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:31:40.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"If i can adopt you my child, i would. Because you're human being too. You need the touch of a mother. Your mother. But i'm just you're nanny for a day." -me to baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm posted in a mother and child ward now so there's newborns and mothers. But not so many of them. And what a join to have to work in the nursery on my first day. Feed beabies. And burp them. Made me so feeling feeling you know. Babies have this aura.. Like they'll bluetooth off "i'm cute. Take me home!!" signals to you and you feel so in love wth them. And makes you wanna get babies.. on impulse! Do not get babies on impulse. **Psst.. Sound's familiar? Guess what Pet Safari's punch line is..** And i nursed this baby with CVM. I wont explain. Check it out on the internet. It's a disease that's quite intresting for you to know. And poor soul. The mummy left her for adoption. And she's not been adopted ever since she was born. She cute and reddishly a good sucker (sucking the milk bottles lah.). And they're such a noisy bundle. One baby cries and there'll be others that will join in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Success and satisfaction is just plain normal. Success with satisfaction.. now that's what i'm aiming for. And there's alot of successes i've gone through in my life and there's also other sucesses i'm pursuing for that would really make me feel satisfied though i wont say it's going to keep myself occupied for long because there'll be other things i want to get my hands on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Success 1: Passing my Nursing Exams. Now it's tough in nursing. You want to earn more you gotta upgrade yourself. Just like upgrading your old GSM phone for a new 3G cool-gadgeted phone. (That's another topic i'm going to touch on.                  later lah.. Tak boleh sabar ehk?) And that means going from EN to SN to SSN to Sister. But i dont want to be a sister. I think it's not my cup of coca cola to be a Sister. I wanna be a Ward Clinical Instructor. From EN, get a  diploma and advance diploma and ta-dah! I'm fingertips away from being a Ward CI. That is another success i want to conquer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Success 2: My relationship. It's the longest most healthiest relationship i'm in. And I'm amazingly happy. And i'm proud to have him. He's been such a good provider. I wanna be together with him forever. I wanna get ourselves a Sony Ericsson k618i. Is it good? I just wanna get a new phone for him. Kecian dia pakai nokia engage because he lost the N70. kekeke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Success 3: Ayang's Success. He's switched from nursing to CISCO and he's doing well. And his pay is doing well too. Twice and even triple more than what i'll be earning as an EN but nevermind. And he's bought this digital camera with his first pay and he paid my bill. How sweet is that. And i know he works night and day, day and night, night and night..just so we can live a better life. He's respectable. lOve you hunz.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought of giving it a try to work at KKH and SGH..hoping i'll get the mother and child wards and interesting wards for the latter. More frightening is being called for their interview. Cross my fingers and hope i'm successful. Go professionally. What you reckon? Ha.Ha. What am i asking for? I'm asking myself what i think? nutz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-3720002256937333117?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/3720002256937333117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=3720002256937333117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/3720002256937333117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/3720002256937333117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-can-adopt-you-my-child-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-5754992409871323059</id><published>2007-01-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:00:55.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KKH..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's my first day at KKH and i've been given afternoon shift. How pathetic can it get? And i've gotten myself a headache. And the people there. Hmm.. Boleh tahan lah. I'll survive. But seriously. I love babies! Babies over there are so cute! But poor thing lah. There's sick. My god. I wanted to cry. I did shed a tear and two. But kept my faith high. Hope they all get well. And yes. I believe parents nowadays are more knowledgable and are more fussy. God bless them too. And i've seen toddlers having diabetes (at such a young age..sighz!) and cannulas here or there. Poor souls. Pray for them. And so work was heavy yea. Loads of hourly. Tsk. I hate hourly. Very the kanchiong ehk. Well i'm tired yea. And afternoon shift again tomorrow. God help me. And now my legs are going numb. I need his hands to massage my leg. kekeke. But he wont let me massage his legs cause he knows i'll tickle him. kekeke! And I did treasure the time we had last night. He hugged me all night. He wouldnt let go. Which is so nice and warm in such a cold night. I didnt turn on the fan. I dont even have air-con lah. And he's so warm and comfortable. Sweet lah. And he'd kiss my forehead every now and den. Such a romantique. He sent me to KKH before he went home to rest for awhile. He's got work at 6 till thr next morning. Night shift. Kecian dia ehk. But at least he's got his best friend Zarina. Lurve you. Nights my dear. Take care at work. Happy working. Smuakies!!~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enough alreadi. I'm gg to celip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-5754992409871323059?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5754992409871323059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=5754992409871323059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/5754992409871323059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/5754992409871323059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/kkh.html' title='KKH..'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-1608335630545917740</id><published>2007-01-25T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:57:21.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahhh..finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's been 10 days since i've not updated my blog. Been busy with attachment. And my com crashed. Which was desperately depressing. Lucky for my daddy. He got me a new laptop. Which is the coolest thing my dad has ever done since buying me a new printer for passing my final exams. Thanks dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And now i'm sitting down updating my blog and checking my mails. And i need nice songs again in my laptop. Gees. I need some funky music. And I have none right now. I'm tired lah basically. Been doing 4 afternoon shifts this week. My god. i need a morning badly. Afternoon on a friday? Not nice. And i've found myself to be a bitch when you're working with an SN who graduated 7 months ago but doesnt know a thing she's doing. Can someone please slap that biatch up and ask her to act like a professional staff nurse and not an NYP student? Gees. Get over your student days gerl. It's time for you to grow up alredi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm beat. Urgh! Another Afternoon tomoro. At least I've got Yoges with me. It's gg to be fun. I'll make sure i have fun tomoro. And Ayang's working night shift tonight. I only get to meet him for a while. It's realli saddening. But i'll manage. And i miss him dearly. Yes. I know i'm fat honey but so wad? You still love me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;from a depressingly married man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"If you marry a good wife you become a blessed man. If you marry the bad wife you become a philosopher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ha.ha.ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-1608335630545917740?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1608335630545917740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=1608335630545917740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1608335630545917740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1608335630545917740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-2191290705337298187</id><published>2007-01-19T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:58:38.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A week in my ward right now and i'm beggining to love it. But still. It's just a week. I've been thinking about graduation day. Depressingly Prom Night didnt even passed my mind. And I wonder what department I'll get when i become a member of the SGH family. Imagine. I wish i could. I've been so tired lately. My shoe's too tight for me and it hurts. That makes my leg more tired. And afternoon shift's a drag. Prefer morning shift. And my room's a male room. Guess males are more independent than females so &lt;em&gt;leceh&lt;/em&gt;. And i've got cute funny interesting patients. They're mostly climbers and hallucinators. What are they? IMH patients?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why is it so hard to get a nice decent black shoe up to my good sense taste? It's a so-feels-like-crying experience. Wanted to get a nice shoe cause my shoe's too tight. But i couldnt find any. My gawd. All around Bugis and Ang Mo Kio there's not a single piece that's suitable. WHat was i doing in AMK? Oh.. i was following Ayang to get his Cisco Cap from his friend. By the time i got home i just wanna plop down on my bed and just doze off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went back to school for Sim Training on thursday. And it's been a curse! I got up late. I was about to be late for Sims but i managed to get there early. Thanks to the &lt;em&gt;apek &lt;/em&gt;taxi but he burned my 8 bucks. From bedok to Simei. 8 bucks? tsk. And then the cranky discipline master blared at me for my hair and eye colour. Yea ok my bad that i'm wearing brown contact lenses. But it' natural looking you know. And my hair colour wasnt so obvious like the others and i freaking got scolded for that? What the fuck. Really blew my day. She's being a total biatch. With a capital B. I cut my hair and so short with all my hair colour gone and i clip it neatly also kena ar? And the other's with bloody obvious hair color all around their head with red lah or what ever and never get scolded? And i saw many year ones with more very the obvious hair colour and they weren't caught? Bloody hell. Darah ups eh! I was so depressed i ate half of my food. Shitty really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw a few of my classmates. And i saw alot of mats mats and minahs minahs at school. Which realli is an eye sore. Can i see some decency? Gawd. And year ones are so freaking irritating. I wanted to vomit blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then after Sims i went to meet Ayang at Bedok. It was his first day at work. And he's so hot in that uniform. Hd his POC on Tuesday. Isnt that great? kekeke. And Thursday's my baby's first dy at work. Kecian dia. And he's going to work at Tuas Checkpoint. Samer macam Zarina. And that's great. And he's got loads of friends there. That means he wont get lonely. Yay. And my gawd 2nd day of work and he's got to do night. Cool? Kecian ehk! It's like only 2nd day and he's got to do night? What?! Met Ayang at bedok. And had this massive craving for goreng pisang. Bought that while waiting for Jan. And then we went back to my house to get Ayang's driving books. He didnt attend his prac in the end. Too tired. Said he wanted to just lie down but he was drowned in a deep god knows what sleeping spell. I couldnt even wake him up. And Jan had to like go home alone. Kecian dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm beat. I need new nice songs to hear. I'm alreadi bored with the ones i'm listening to. Gawd!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of yawn. Slept so well yesterday night with him. Too well. We didnt do anything but sleep. Really. We're just too beat. Gawd. But time realli pass so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy likes blogging but hates typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-2191290705337298187?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2191290705337298187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=2191290705337298187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/2191290705337298187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/2191290705337298187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-in-my-ward-right-now-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-4482230439291079827</id><published>2007-01-15T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:14:03.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;First day at work and i'm tired. Tired of doing nothing actualli. It's our first day. Was excited. And i was the first to arrive at work. 7.10am. My uniform feels more tighter than before. A month of holiday. Tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's orientation day. Nothing to do. Had orientation by ward CI and Sister. Whoa. They're nice but the staff? Like we're invisible to them. Maybe my room staff is. They dont tell us to do this or do that. As if they dont want us to help them with ward routine. They rarely spoke to us. Wow. Is that actualli normal? At least smile or ask us questions or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Felt encouraged to work as an EN at SGH by Sister and CI of the ward but the staff of that ward really gives me the reason that if i'm in a wrong ward to work in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll definitely be downtotheearthrightly depressed. Which makes me go..shit. Sending in my resume next week to SGH. Though what if i work in a private clinic or something? Wouldnt that be fun too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First day of attachment is really a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-4482230439291079827?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4482230439291079827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=4482230439291079827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/4482230439291079827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/4482230439291079827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-at-work-and-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-9126958069142106406</id><published>2007-01-12T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T04:47:55.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the wee hours in the morning and i cant sleep.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm going to be a walking zombie tmr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com" title="'Myspace"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/57/57607df6zyow45v.gif" width="100" height="100" alt="'myspace" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-9126958069142106406?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/9126958069142106406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=9126958069142106406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/9126958069142106406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/9126958069142106406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-wee-hours-in-morning-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-7458701104175683866</id><published>2007-01-11T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:14:22.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's been such a loong time since i updated my blog.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ijust at the point of being bored that i just dont feel like blogging. Ever felt that anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br?&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lemme kick off from the last time i posted something in this blog of mine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;~Saturday~**06.01.07**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Finally I get to go out with Az and Jan. Jan brought Isma along. That's cool with me. Considering what actuali happened a few month back. And I was able to let it go. Halfway. And they werelate. Again. But i managed to keep Az occupied by watching the 2nd half of D.0.A. Az thought the actresses in that movie is hot. Hot and can kick ass. Nice. I think so too. Met Jan and Isma at bedok. Finally. Went to vivocity. And it was packed. Ate at Banquet and oh my freaking gawd i've never tasted anything like that. Perfecto! Yummy yummy! And after that we walked around vivocity. The clothes are nice. Since Jan wanted to meet his crush at Esplanade we're laughing our way there. Ahaks. And it's such a small world. Jan's crush is my Ping Yi sec friend's sister. And we were camera whoring. At least i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kekeke. =)
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&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isma wasnt having much fun though. She knows Jan's meeting the crush. But she did something awful too. But nevermind. That's another story. Another secret.
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As always. Azrul's been paying for my stuff. He's always been pampering me. Which is very awesome. He's.. so greater than great..you get what i mean? But i promised him it'll be my turn when i start work. Ok honey?
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Scored. I passed my very last exam that's for sure! Syukur Alhamdulilah! Yayay! And i scored an A for one of my subjects. This goes to Azrul and my dad. I promised them an A.
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And since tis-the-season-to-be-jolly-tralalalala!~ and 3-2-1-happy-new-year! holidays are over, kids are back to school, mothers are sighing in pure relief without noisy kids at home going "mummy mummy lets go out! mummy mummy i poop on my brother again!" and working people go back to work and O level teens waiting impatiently for their results while working and the rest sulking at home because they've not gotten any work at all. Life resumes back to normal. I realised that people are going around with a sulken face. Their face labeled &lt;em&gt;"pasrah"&lt;/em&gt;(sad). Seen those faces in buses, the mrt, on the roads, behind the reception desk.. everywhere! Ha.ha.ha. Dont they ever smile?
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The roads are jammed. Drivers are going "shit! &lt;em&gt;tersangkut&lt;/em&gt;(stuck in) jam lah!". or "shit! i need to shit! &lt;em&gt;alamak!&lt;/em&gt;(oh mother!) jam lah!" funny funny drivers nowadays.
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Of all these ever minor minor things we do and not realising that we're doing it realy makes my day. They are priceless. But in a matter of fact there's definitely a fine. For speeding. Drink driving. Singapore &lt;em&gt;where got free&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-6034618609372080677?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6034618609372080677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=6034618609372080677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/6034618609372080677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/6034618609372080677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-diana-shopaholic.html' title='I&apos;m Diana. A shopaholic.'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-2812827774058775297</id><published>2007-01-01T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:40:25.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harp-Pee Knew Ear Ivory-Body!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ehe.. &lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt; everybody!
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My new year's resolution? Be a good gerll and very patient human being.
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Well. It's 2Oo7. The year of the..erm..oink oink. And once again. People celebrated the eve by partying, drinking, going visiting their family and frenz (it's also Hari Rayer Haji), gorging on wonderful feast..All that to celebrate the end of a great year, and to start the ball rolling on the coming year..hours or minutes away. Counting to the very second of 20o6. I spent that time working on my new printer. New Year's Eve was in with Hari Rayer Haji can you believe it? And i'm not celebrating either one. Bought &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; new 3-in-1 HP printer. Ang guess what? It's white! And it's going on sale at Sim Lim Square. sO cheap this things!! But the carpark's full. Shitz. And the salesgerll..Rowena..is a phillipino. Which reminds me of Mdm Liberty. Gawd. Now doesnt that make me miss skul!! Went home and ordered Pizza cos my cousin's family dropped by my house. And i ate 5 pieces? was hungry. The kids played with the hamsters(donch worri sya..ur not one of them =) but it's still good to be young ay?). Scared my hamsterS half to death. ahaks!
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And when they've got home i started to unpack the computer. Then i had this Oh-shit! moment. I only have 2 usb ports and my d drive aint working. I borrowed Teta's mouse but it isnt working. So me and my dad drove(more like he was speeding) to Sim Lim. The minute i got there i was panicking to find an open shop. 90% of the shop is closed. Shit. So thank god there was this shop. They were about to close up actuali. eheks. Very cute. Finally my printer can work!!
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I didnt get to watch the shows i wanted. That's for sure. Well at least i get to have a new Printer! Yayay! And it's ayang's favorite color. Hows tat? Awesome lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-2812827774058775297?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/2812827774058775297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=2812827774058775297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/2812827774058775297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/2812827774058775297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2007/01/harp-pee-knew-ear-ivory-body.html' title='Harp-Pee Knew Ear Ivory-Body!'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-5841023263845538439</id><published>2006-12-28T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:51:00.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;**Ok. Batam. &lt;strong&gt;Pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;. When you're with parents! At least in my case it damn is.**
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Finally i get to post the pics. It's such a drag over there. I was raining. and the roads are wet and muddy and the "cars" and "taxis" honking to pick us up as passengers. Very the not nice. In the boat i was abit seasick. And i hate being seasick. And it was drizzling.
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How i miss Sentosa's beach.

So clean so nice.


Ahya! Dream on Diana.


Back to my story..and I and Az swam with the kids. They're so cute. Splashing water at me. Doing this doing that. Ahakz! Fun lah. And then when i had enough i went to eat! I was feeling so damn hungry. Poor thing Syasya didnt come. Or else it'll be more fun. aFter i ate i walk along the shore with Az by my side. I wonder if i hadnt met him..what life would be? Would i still be that ignorant bitch i used to be. It was nice..yea - and cold! Went to bathe and change together. Eheks. Saw this gerll whose looks like Ifa - Jan's fren - in the toilet. aNywayz.. OUr N70 got lost on that very day! Fark rite? gEez. I wonder who stole that fone?! It's a gift from ayang! I was totally devastated but what to do? wad's lost is lost. Finder's keepers. What ever lah. He was more angry and devastated then me. e kept quiet for.. lemme see.. an hour? wouldnt talk to me and stuff. Ahaks. I just kept quiet. I understooded his situation. Had to cancel the line and everything. Gees. He's one angry guy. Seram ehkz tengok. Saying that he wouldnt want to continue the cisco tests this coming weeks and he'd made up his mind. He's like.."I've made up my mind. Black is black. White is white."


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But afterwards he was alright. I brought him along with me on a walk around changi to cool himself down. I beg and cried infront of him to continue the test. And surprisingly he said fine..he'll sit for the test. ahaks. Am i the only person who can make him change his mind? ehehhehh.. But ahya! In the end there's one day of revision, only one test on wednesday and another one on friday, and other test next week. Kanchiong abis ehkz! ahaks!! I help him pack his beg, organise his clothes, polish his boots while he studied for his test. I kinda like polishing his shoes. Felt like i'm one of them or sumthing. **yea ok! dream on diana.**


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And guess what we bough the day before!


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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nicey nice nice. We went to Eastpoint to get our hamster's shampoo and padding. Went around the mall to window shop. We saw this shoe and he insisted that we buy them together. It's nice yes but i just dont like it. Then i suggested we go to Tampines - just to get away from it. But over at TM there's this pasar malam and there's shoes on sale there. We bought ours for like.. $9.90 per pair. Quite nice. He insisted to pay for the shoes. But i wanted to pay for them too. Takkan asyik2 dia jek kan? kecian dia. But he did pay for it in the end. Since it was raining heavily - we decided to go into Tampines Mall. I wanted to buy headbands. Got them at IceLemonTee. Quite a beau. It's red in color. Very the beau. I like! And then i remembered that i needed a new shoe for attachment. I've always eyed this very-chic-but-tomboyish kinda shoe from Bata since like 2 months back? Love at first sight. Ahaks! And finally! I got the chance to buy it! Ahaks! Went to have dinner at LJS again! ahaks. We're difinitely LJS freaks.



I got to spent Chistmas eve and Christmas itself with Ayang. That's nice. Ahaks. I'm the Happiest gerll in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-1150945020020869427?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1150945020020869427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=1150945020020869427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1150945020020869427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1150945020020869427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/stolen-christmas.html' title='*A Stolen Christmas*'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-1641234831744614784</id><published>2006-12-20T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:12:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's something to read on...

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&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover&lt;/strong&gt;
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You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires.&lt;br /&gt;
And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek.&lt;br /&gt;
You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is.
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&lt;strong&gt;You Are 0% Perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;
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You're definitely not a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;
You know it's important to be easy on yourself - the world is difficult enough!
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This is totally not right!!
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"So, you're a cannibal."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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scary..
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An excuse to run around like you're crazy :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattotallyuniquehalloweencostumeshouldyouwearquiz/"&gt;What Totally Unique Halloween Costume Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thats nice. I already look like chicken little.
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what the?! Ok last one..
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You only got 0/10 correct.&lt;br /&gt;
If you have a driver's license, it needs to be revoked! 
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There you have it people! Beware. Diana's driving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-1641234831744614784?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1641234831744614784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=1641234831744614784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1641234831744614784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1641234831744614784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-something-to-read-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-4389300089860429497</id><published>2006-12-20T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:31:11.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam here i come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to Batam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Half &lt;strong&gt;dreading&lt;/strong&gt; half feeling like im going to go for another &lt;em&gt;shoping spree &lt;/em&gt;and this time i'm buying loads of stuff there. But.. i'm feeling shitty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit. I'm &lt;strong&gt;leaving&lt;/strong&gt; Singapore &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; ayang. Fark it.
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"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU NOE THAT? I HATE TO BE APART FROM YOU. BUT YOU KNOW I HAVE TO GO. I WANT YOU TO BE WITH ME. FARK RITE? I LOVE YOU HONEY. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SMUAKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "
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take good care of the kids. And the kids have to take good care of the hamster. I lurve you all. Smuakz.
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I went to town just now with my dad cos he wanted to withdraw cash. And i had to wait in the car. I insisted. I sat at the driver's seat. I cant wait to get my license. Gonna drive everyone in the car crazy! Ahaks. I was day dreaming though. Chack it outz!
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Then it was to harborfront to book for the ferry and hotel. 155 buck for 3 days 2 nights per head. Quite reasonable. Going to be crashing at Novotel Hotel. And it's at the shopping district. Good. Something nice to hear. I hate ferries. They've got this certain smell. yuck! I get sea-sick most of the time. 45minutes of sea sick. Shitty. My dad just got to know where and what Vivocity is. Had to explain everything to him. Going into Vivo just now reminds me of our shopping thing we had on Sunday. Shit. I &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; him.
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I'm going to miss the hamsters. I wish i can smuggle them along with me. Put them in between my boobs or sumthing. Boobs? yea. Its in the 2nd place from the most warmest which is the pussy. You dont want them to be crawling all over your pussy doncha? Anywayz. It's Christmas season so i gave them a red sock. One of the hamsters had been hiding inside that sock ever since. I thought it had gone missing. I lurve them to pieces.
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Check out the new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;D.I.A.N.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&gt;
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I cant deny that The L Word is my kinda story.
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I can feel happy but you know i'm miserable without you.
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He's got the nicest ass! I just wanna spank that!
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Anywayz.. I miss the fun times.
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And you know what i'm thinking? Like of course ya do! My brain's saying " I miss you i miss you i miss you and i miss the ass of yours. You know i wanna spank that mampatz ass of urs? Come and lemme kiss you!" Yea ok.. now i'm thinkin' dirrty.
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Hunny.. I'm going to miss you. I'm going to send you stuff to keep you occupied while i'm away. I feel farked up. Yea. But remember! Thank god they invented autoroam. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally i stepped into Vivocity after such a long time! It's so big! And confusing ehkz people! We got out of Harborfront and the first thing i saw was Candy Empire. Sweet little puney chocalates and everything. I bought Aussie's Candy Teeth. Sure taste like toothpaste! like colgate or darlie or something. Abit of yuck but still tasty. And we're like going up every floor but we didnt manage to cover every shop. So many things to absorb over there. Bought a nice top from Forever21. It's so cheap cheap cheap all around. Sales everywhere! Oh what wonderful feeling of highness did i surely felt! And then we're like walking round and round the shops laughing to ourselves and feeling so high. And we went to the top to see the harborfront view. The cruise is so big. People gg on a cruise for holiday, honeymoon, party, &lt;em&gt;scandalous&lt;/em&gt; mistress stuff. Awesome. I wanna go on a cruise one day. Wouldnt that be something?
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One thing bothered me: Ayang's heavy &lt;strong&gt;heavy&lt;/strong&gt; beg. Kecian ehkz tengok dia cari such thing. It's all his camp stuff. I felt so bad. It's heavy i can tell you. And mcm seksa gitu ehk nak jalan jalan with the big bag. Kecian dia. Sighz.
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Ayang was such a &lt;strong&gt;darlz&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. He bought me &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. Two tops from Vivo. And then we went to bugis to eat BK. It was pouring! I was so hypo alreadi. Went shopping after that at Bugis Village. And he bought for me thights, a tube and a very nice vintage top. I saw alot of vest and shoes and begs and stuff. I wish i can spent on everything. That's just gelojoh ehkz people! So many things i bought ehkz. And the only thing he bought was a 3/4 pantz. He wanted to get this very nice denim very-the-faded jeans but there's isnt any for his size. Very shocking. Ahaks. Went back home and gave him his ver own deviliscious denim "&lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt;". Such a wonderful feeling. It's been a month ok honey!
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**Ayang takde keje.. mcm selenger gitu ehkz?**
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And so there goes. Shopping spree after exams. So fun &lt;em&gt;fun &lt;strong&gt;fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-6328603853104924940?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/6328603853104924940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=6328603853104924940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/6328603853104924940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/6328603853104924940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree!'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-1132555635410094487</id><published>2006-12-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:05:40.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are so saddening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously, I'm not in the mood for out-of-Singapore kinda holidays. I mean. I hate going overseas and never get to really enjoy it. I just got for the sake of going. So &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;ty..yea i noe. And with my dad insisting that we go to Batam. (&lt;em&gt;Batam?! yea i noe..&lt;/em&gt;) Double shitty! Its like.. what's there to shop anyway? Ok maybe.. &lt;strong&gt;just maybe&lt;/strong&gt;..I can take eating the food there. And maybe the full body massages there but shopping? Sight seeing? I dont think i'm going to get the clothes that i want of anything else! Fuck! Seriously it's so fucking saddening. I just wanna get over it and spend time shopping in Singapore.
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Seriously. I need new clothes!!!! I'm feeling so bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-1132555635410094487?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1132555635410094487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=1132555635410094487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1132555635410094487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1132555635410094487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-are-so-saddening.html' title='Holidays are so saddening.'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-5920107799156123911</id><published>2006-12-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:22:45.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit. Image disorder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously, i think i'm not going to go out of the house with my hair looking so unsuitable with what i wear. My hair's like really-look-like-a-guy-from-behind kinda hairstyle and my clothes are like gerly stuff. Urgh! So doesnt suit the style! Felt so akward juz now. Holy shit. I'm going on a wardrobe change. For awhile until my hair grows back. Shit.
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But after all that walking and swearing, i forced myself to buy a pair of jeans($49.90) and a nice yellow top ($32.90) for 83 bucks. But it doesnt hurt so much. Cos my aunt sponsored it. Ahaks! But they still make me look so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gerl gerl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. Eeeeee!
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Got home and had my 3 hamsters on top of my dressing table. and 2 of them tried to commit suicide! One fell behind the table. The other infront of the table. I was horrified! One sqeeked out. Ouch! eeeee so saddening..I had to put them back in the cage. They're so adorble and they remind me of ayang and the kids. Haiz..
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Seriously. I need some retail therapy.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-5920107799156123911?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5920107799156123911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=5920107799156123911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/5920107799156123911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/5920107799156123911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/shit-image-disorder.html' title='Shit. Image disorder!'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-4252054989216731144</id><published>2006-12-13T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:58:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24hrs after the last exam paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay! Exam's finally over.. tra la la!~
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Got home around 2 pm yesterday after PCB paper and i'm so beat! Urgh! And i was hoping that Darling could and would book out a.s.a.p. But he's got to like book out around 8pm after dinner. shitz. He had to like go home and get his stuff - and the red polo t for me to use today. Which is very sacrificially sweet ehkz? I wanna thank him for that. I appreciate it. - and come back to my house. Which was around 10 plus. So tired after that. Thank god you do not need to polish your kasut. Kalau tak i boleh polish kan ehk! ehehe!
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Finally i get to spend the weekday night with you since you've been in camp. Talking and &lt;em&gt;gurau&lt;/em&gt;ing until we're finally drifting to count-the-sheeps-land. I feel so warm last night. So nice and comfortable. I got up in the morning because i felt you hugging me from behind me. It's as if you've not been sleeping but watching me sleep. Is that true? so sweet hunny.
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Word to describe the freaking excursion: HOT!
I sweated my pants out today! Fuh! Panas ehkz! Rase rase macam tourist gitu ehk? Cuber larz! Went for the skul's cultural excursion. First stop.. &lt;strong&gt;Hajah Maimunah Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;. Ok frankly speaking. The food this round suck. It only nasi lemak? I was expecting siput sedut or ikan bakar or tahu telur ker.. Cuber lahz eh.. up standard tu sikit. And the nasi lemak was like cold and hard i can barely swallow. Urgh. Next was &lt;strong&gt;Little India&lt;/strong&gt;. So felt like going shopping but cant. Damnit! After that &lt;strong&gt;Fort Canning Park.&lt;/strong&gt; It was so hot and icky! Went up the spice garden. Cool stuff though. Ahaks. The place so nice you know! Felt as if my wedding should take place there. Ahaks. Tapi panas ehk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eee.. on 2nd thought.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;never mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-4252054989216731144?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4252054989216731144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=4252054989216731144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/4252054989216731144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/4252054989216731144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/24hrs-after-last-exam-paper.html' title='24hrs after the last exam paper'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-1241480638903641940</id><published>2006-12-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:17:38.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhs, you hurt me bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I cant believe you lied to me! You deceived me.
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Ok ok. Maybe i was too over. But hey! I'd never thought the therapies would come out for SAQ. Shitz. Totally. I worked so hard to study for BHS. Haiz. Anywayz. I'm too tired to study. Shitz. Please dear God, please make me pass PCB tmr. Please. I can reali need some help from you now.
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My hair is too short! Shitz. I look like a butch now. A butch with breast and wear make up. Let's call it butcherette. But i aint butch. Shit you apek who shaved my hair! You should have like used a scissors. Not the electric shaver. Shitz. But i still look ok. For now. I'll just have to wait till my hair grows longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-1241480638903641940?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/1241480638903641940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=1241480638903641940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1241480638903641940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/1241480638903641940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/bhs-you-hurt-me-bad.html' title='Bhs, you hurt me bad.'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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-6047339210456234678.post-4087368437861392203</id><published>2006-12-08T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:15:48.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams vs The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ohk! It's world war three in my head. The notes! they are all infront of me but.. erm.. but.. I've been watching The L Word series on youtube. Guilty pleasure. Hey! That show is awesome aites? Felt so attached to it. But i managed to study. Good. Good. Seriously!
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So lately, I've been feeling nauseatic. I feel so bluekz! Hate the feeling. I think it's because my brain's not in its equalibrium. Learnt one think though during pcb revision class. Dry carbohydrates can minimise the feeling of piuking. Ok ok only for pregnant women. And Mdm Liberty (i just had the to say dis.. God Bless America! ehekz!) said it's proven results. Seriously? It doesnt. Ok maybe it doesnt work for me.
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&lt;strong&gt;The L Word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
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One Word: Totally Lesbian!
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;erm.. ok two.
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Shane is just so hot!! yea yea!~**
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it's an awesome show. Why didnt it aired on Singapore Tv?
See.. even dis blog entry describes outragous television series more than study!~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-4087368437861392203?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/4087368437861392203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=4087368437861392203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/4087368437861392203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/4087368437861392203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/exams-vs-l-word.html' title='Exams vs The L Word'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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/_W94xy8rrhP0/RaTJ82dEN2I/AAAAAAAAABY/1zSuaxEgjEw/s72-c/3020676691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047339210456234678.post-5485598295838187542</id><published>2006-12-05T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:02:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you experienced this when sometimes you are on the phone but there’s nothing to talk about and you’re left hanging on the phone while bill goes on running? But you just couldn’t put down the phone cause one expects you to continue the conversation? Is it just plan blasé or am I just rude?

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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And have you ever noticed that time passed by so fast when you’re just enjoying in your own skin? Or when you’re just lying there by you’re loved ones side and you slept the whole time through but you’ll only realize that they’ve got to go your separate ways when both of you woke up. How sad isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes you wish you could be selfish enough to stop time or even rewind it. Just sit and stop for a moment. Let the time pass by you like running hot water in a bathtub full of red juicy rose petals and you’ll realize that it’s been months or years you’ve been going through such pure euphoric state of pure happiness. With your family. Friends. Colleagues. You’re love ones. Even your next-door neighbor. Who cares! Just let the licentious feeling engulf you.


I’ve been deluged in such a world, in such a cataclysmic world that is so me. It’s going to be a year now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047339210456234678-5485598295838187542?l=debeaumonde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/feeds/5485598295838187542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047339210456234678&amp;postID=5485598295838187542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/5485598295838187542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047339210456234678/posts/default/5485598295838187542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debeaumonde.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-you-experienced-this-when-you.html' title='She Speaks'/><author><name>Beau Monde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02585489652439388143</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>
