<?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-27996785</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:19:01.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amateur ranting of a Bitch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27996785.post-115708562311918272</id><published>2006-08-31T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:40:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have i been up to??</title><content type='html'>MIA-ing... Sorry busyy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996785-115708562311918272?l=bapestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/115708562311918272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27996785&amp;postID=115708562311918272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/115708562311918272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/115708562311918272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='What have i been up to??'/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27996785.post-115509561867415497</id><published>2006-08-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:53:38.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA fer toooo damn long....</title><content type='html'>heyhey..&lt;br /&gt;for those friends out there who's wondering whether im still alive... Im very much is... Haaas... SEE! Still breathing.:) &lt;br /&gt;Ive been so damn caught up with school/work/boyfriend/girlfriends/family... Now what i realli NEED is some alone time by the beach... Ahakz.. Like tat would ever happen... Dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;School been all busy and frustrating.. the Staff nurses aint making it easy for us rookie... urgh... Sometime they get way TOO overbearing and... they always think tat we're incompetence when the fact is we very much know lah... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend been good and a real understanding guy.. Sweet and supportive.. Din even complain that im not making time for US.. It's all good...&lt;br /&gt;Then family been good too.. although not tat close cuz everyone been busy with their own shit..&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's my girlfriends.. which i rarely SEE... Girls.. we so need to catch up like ol' time.. i miss those time.. Haiz.. but im quite busy now lah... So when we have the time aite...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... My life... a lil' complaicated...? nahh... it's just way too simple.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996785-115509561867415497?l=bapestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/115509561867415497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27996785&amp;postID=115509561867415497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/115509561867415497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/115509561867415497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/2006/08/mia-fer-toooo-damn-long.html' title='MIA fer toooo damn long....'/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27996785.post-115251338101044372</id><published>2006-07-09T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:36:21.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to let down my hair and enjoy!!! Wieee</title><content type='html'>eyy. it's been a long tym ppl. im just uuber busy with school. Now, exams are finally over and holidays are here.!! Hell yeah!! Thank god. Thot i was about to go bonkers!! Haas... Anw,.. now after the holidays i gona be attached to Tan Tock Seng Hospital near novena.. I hear from my clinical teacher, Mr De Leon(Who speaks in thick tagalog-accented-english) that there's STARBUCKS!! Wiieee... Im gonna love it there!! Haas... I'll be attached to the surgical ward for 4 weeks, then go to polyclinic fer a week and then finally back at TTSH again at the medical ward... im kinda freak out oso but the whole... Im going to enter the real world... Im gonna take care of REAL patients, with REAL body parts, with REAL feelings... urgh!! Driving me nuts thinking abt tis... Anw,.. tis holidays iim free aite.. just msg me if u wanna hang or chill aite... I'll be free**most of the time, if iim not chilling wit my baby boy**.. Holla at me aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my GIRLFRIENDS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996785-115251338101044372?l=bapestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/115251338101044372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27996785&amp;postID=115251338101044372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/115251338101044372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/115251338101044372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-to-let-down-my-hair-and-enjoy.html' title='Time to let down my hair and enjoy!!! Wieee'/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27996785.post-114996908458973091</id><published>2006-06-10T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:51:24.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey it's the weekends again yea... Updating agaain what goes on in the past few days..THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE WEEK! Ytd. Went to donate blood. Being the first timer, i was abnormally calm unlike my other two friends who went with me, Liz and Ayunie. Darn i could see their anxious and freaked out faces. It was damn funny come to think of it. Haas. Anw, they went first cuz i wanted to wait for my other fren wanda who asked tt i wait for her.. I waited for Wanda.. Still no sign of her. So i went on.. All ALONE. Everything was fine up till i sat on tt safari-bed-cum-chair.. Sorta had a premonition tt smthg bad would happen.. So i was gettin anxious... Then, came along a nurse in a blue blazer.. hu poke me up.. I was antisepted, shot with painkillers and then my left hands was inserted the draw shringe... OKAE. Everything was fine. 10 min later... FINE... 20 mins later... SHIT! the packet tt contain my blood was not increasing in volume... the blood is not flowing into IT!!*panic... They put the needle in all kinds of position up till the hole tt was being inserted the needle... was actualli "leaking of MY blood". urgh. it was icky. i meant the part when i cud see in flowing down my left arm. AND to make matter worse,.. it was PAINFUL lahh. Urgh... Then,.. they fiddle with it for awhile and concluded tt they have poke the WRONG vein lahh... Just my luck! First time and everything when wrong. Im SO gonna have a phobia... The nurse apologised profusely. I didnt screamed at her or what... Cuz i was thinking.. if i DID screamed at her or make a big fuss outta it, what if the same situation happen to me when I become a nurse... KARMA.. So i acted all nice and all... And now my left arm ish like swollen with blue-ish purple vein-like bruises popping out.. Darn. Anw,...that pretty much is the highlight of the week yea.. Haas... Others activities might not be as important as i used to think lahh... Till then... Im taking care of myself yea... Holla at me ppl when you're free aite...&lt;br /&gt;missing my girlfriends. michelle.ping.dil.min.atiqah.apit.gwen.eliza.taruna.calaine.christine.kenny(haas).moi gawd... the whole bunch lahh... Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996785-114996908458973091?l=bapestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/114996908458973091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27996785&amp;postID=114996908458973091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114996908458973091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114996908458973091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-its-weekends-again-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27996785.post-114933306209551451</id><published>2006-06-03T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T04:12:44.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it get ANY worse than THIS?!! Pluueesh!</title><content type='html'>Itz the weekend. Thank gawd. Was beginning to feel so lost. This particular week is really crappy. Everything just could not get any worse. In sch, iim bombasted by test week after week and exams are in 3 weeks time. Stress. Been mugging but i just couldn't register. Something is seriously wrong up the there (pointing to head) or i seriously need remedials. And.. ytd was like so TOTALLY horrible. Uurgh! Unimaginable. Okae. See this whole week hasn't been my best coz of a certain visitation by the red "call of nature" aka Ms Period. Been PMS-ing more than usual due to stress.. Urgh! Then, ytd ii was requested by moi classmate, Zaneta aka Zen, to acts as her model for the phase-test.. It was SO last minute. I was abt to leave for home lahh. So being the helpful arse that i am. I abide to help her. So i left moi green-polka-dotted-topshop bag(ping and dil bought it for my birthday)to my friends, Dillah and Wanda. Zen took a blardie long time to assess me in the phase-test lahh.. By the time we finish, Dillah and Wanda was nort there anymore lahh. *alarmed* So ii called Dillah up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey girl, where ya?&lt;br /&gt;Dillah: At Cafe 1. You?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just finish the phase-test. So long lohh. Eh, where's moi bag?&lt;br /&gt;Dillah: Inside locker ar.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!!!!! How to OPEN!!!? I DON'T have the keys with me! The keys are INSIDE moi bag lahh!&lt;br /&gt;Dillah: What?! Shit! How?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where's Wanda? Wanda share the same locker as me. She have the KEYS!&lt;br /&gt;Dillah: Wanda went Auntie's house. So sorry!&lt;br /&gt;-hung up sfter much frustation-&lt;br /&gt;Anw,.. this whole locker thing ended after i waited for Wanda for nearly 2hrs in front of the lockers with the company of the irritating "engineering" fans who stalked me from lvl 1 till after Wanda came..Urgh! Faggs!&lt;br /&gt;Tt's the worse of sch.. Then, came moi love life. i mean last time i was all out for "no-string-attached" relationships until i met this particular guy who sweet, witty, funny, sensitive and such a darls... He knows I nort into a serious relationship but he was okae with it.. he build repot and moi trust. So i sorta like him. So we did get comfortable with each other. And we even gt intimate.. as in doing couple-y stuff like light kisses here and there... teasing.. tickling...etc... All that CRAP... After tt, he sorta disappear.. Recently, found out some thing very disturbing. That make me feel so cheated and taken for a fool. Was he just making a fool outta me or was he just on the rebound and sees me as the girl who could help him thru it... Urgh! infuriating.. Aldou it wasn't official or anything, he and me HAS something THERE..! That what's bugging me. Urgh! Damn. Anw,.. hope everything's gonna be alright... Y'know what I need? I totalli need my girlfriends with ice-creams and lotsa tissues... AND cry moi heart out! *pout* &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of girlfriends.. All moi girlfriends have gone MIA... Miss all of you all. Now iim only close with one. That's moi dear girl, Michelle. ;) Anw,.. Thanks for the listening ears or the time you just THERE to listen to me whine and crap and all that shit.... Love ya girl! Misscha'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996785-114933306209551451?l=bapestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/114933306209551451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27996785&amp;postID=114933306209551451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114933306209551451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114933306209551451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/2006/06/could-it-get-any-worse-than-this.html' title='Could it get ANY worse than THIS?!! Pluueesh!'/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27996785.post-114839368164626757</id><published>2006-05-23T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:14:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things happen so fast these few days. Erm,.. today ii was sent for conselling AGAIN. Damn it was de second time in a month that ii got into trouble. And de trouble ii got moiself into was sho trivial yet ii still hav to go for conselling. Damn! Life certainly ish unfair when euu're a student nurse. Yeash yeash. Here's me AGAIN wallowing in self-pity and always being repititive abt being victimized. Haas well dat's me alrite... Whiny whiny ME! Erm,... Wad else happen ar? Hmm... Apparently, everytime ii wanna meet Takin, there's always something cropppin up or avoiding me from meetin him. Gawd. It's as if we were fated nort to meet or something. Uber creepy yea.. It's oredi de one millionth times we planned to meet. And yet to no avail. How crappy yea. Anw,.. he aint all dat so no worries even if ii couldnt meet him.. Sorry kin. Okie okie. Remember S*** dat BL guy? iim gettin more and more into him yea. Dats scary. Oni thing ish iim kinda afraid dat he might b a potential MAT! (A MAT ish a malay brudder hu talk and act big; as dou he owns de whole frickin werld and somewat de malay version of an "ah beng". Opposite of a MAT is a MINAH!Haas ii was a MINAH once. Can you imagined how "URGH!" ii was last tym? Anw, dats HISTORY) Ouh ouh...! Can somebody enlighten me abt de "dating game"? Erm,.. like for example, how many days should de girl wait before de guy would call to justify dat he's genuinely interested in her after he had gotten her no.? Haas... Cuz it's been a long tym ever since ii gave moi no. to a guy hus nort moi fren.. Usualli ii would have given moi no. to a fren's fren dat kinda crapp. *sigh* Enuf abt matters of de hearts. This coming friday.. iim all hyped and pumped up. iim gonna officially AUDITION for de modern dance. iim all butterflies rite now. Urgh! Nervous MAN! Hope ii cud get in. ii seriousli like dancing. it's like it hab become part of me. ii dance when ii shower. ii dance wen ii outside wib moi frens goofing around. ii dance wen ii club(*DUH). ii dance wen iim sadd. ii dance practically EVERYWHERE and whenever ii feel like it lahh. Haas. Sucha retard huh ME? ;P Anw,.. wish dis crazy yet passionate girl all de best for her audition yea cuz she gonna NEED all de luck in de werld yea. *LMAO* Ciao crazy ppl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996785-114839368164626757?l=bapestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/114839368164626757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27996785&amp;postID=114839368164626757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114839368164626757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114839368164626757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-happen-so-fast-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27996785.post-114796388511641869</id><published>2006-05-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:51:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salacious gossips of a student nurse who either complain too much or crush to lil'!</title><content type='html'>OMG!! ii didnt know NURSING could be DAMN TUFF'... Most ALL classes start at 8 in de AM and de shitty thing ish.. ii lived in Woodlands and moi college ish at de other part of the world lahh... SIMEI... thank gawd ders SOMEONE hu send me to sch by BIKE... Thanks DUDE! Anw,... ii rmbr dis particular incident where ii was denied to go to class cuz ii was 8 min late...WOW. Moi lecturer ask me to go "have-tea-and-come-back-at-ten"... And ii was exile to cafe 1 lahh wib to other latecomers... We stoned for a couple of frickin' hours lahh... Urgh! Damn it sia... Cant blame anyone but moiself for choosing tis' course yea... ii wanted tis'! ii better try to adapt to de strictness of de course lahh. *sigh* Den der's other crapp like a NURSE cant dye her hair, NURSE cant where have un-bunned, NURSE cant do dat and do dis.. iit's driving me up de wall lahh. Ouh and i'll shall sey dis vagueli though, MOI LECTURER exaggerated smthg so SMALL into smthg so uuge! Aaaaaarrrrggggghhhh! Anw, NURSING aside!! (For now ar least!) ii hav a new crush! *grins* ii never felt dis way towards a guy fer a long tym already... Cuz usualli iit'll b ONLY an infatuation on dis guy, dat guy, dis fag... list go on... But dis tym,.. iit lasted for nearly 3 weeks. WOW. ii mean ii feel de butterfly fillin' up in moi stomach everytym ii c him. ii get tongue-tied or WORST i stammered in front of him. Damn! He must have thot ii was a retard or smthg. Wait mebe he didnt even noticed ME in de first place! Everything sound and feel WAY, WAY too high school. Urgh! Can you believe it ii cudnt even plucked up de courage to talk to him. ME. CANT? Dats just wrong! iit's almost criminal! Okie okie you're wondering hu de hell ish dis guy iim crushing over. Well,..&lt;br /&gt;He's from de same college as me. but different school.. iim from School of Applied Health Sciences (AHS) and he's from School of Engineering. He's a Bridge Leader.(He does orientations and riling up of crowds aka THE RAH-RAH PEOPLE) He have tat Arabic look, tat fair, blushy skin.. Tat brown spiky hair... Does eyes... *blushed* He's cute. He's look like a teddy. So huggable! (Cuz he is one de roundish side)ii heard he is called.... S***.. Like real. iim crushin over a GUY hu ii do nort know anything abt.(nort even his name) Well, ii kinda wished i'll stop! These feelings should just stopped.  Making me feel like an immature twelve-year-old havin lusty day-dreams and horny thots on that senior hus WAY outta her league. NERD! Well, at least ii dun have horny thots abt him. Well,.. nort yet! Haas..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till ii write again.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, enjoy de long weekends ITE peeps ONLY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996785-114796388511641869?l=bapestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/114796388511641869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27996785&amp;postID=114796388511641869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114796388511641869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114796388511641869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/2006/05/salacious-gossips-of-student-nurse-who.html' title='Salacious gossips of a student nurse who either complain too much or crush to lil&apos;!'/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27996785.post-114754047638254450</id><published>2006-05-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T10:14:36.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi adventure to de realms of cheap clothes and nostalgic places. Some how THAT sounded uber WRONG!</title><content type='html'>Someone woke up at the wrong side of de bed. ii woke up uber late. itz was oredi nearli 10AM. And iim supposed to meet moi fren, Atiqah at ten lahh. Aargh! Shud have sleep earlier ytd. ii slept uber late ytd cuz ii was chatting wib dis new guy ii just gotten to know. His name ish Hilmee. Anw, thank gawd Atiqah was nort angry lahh.. Sho uber sweet and understanding*tsk tsk* of her. ii met her at MAC centre. Felt all nostalgic and all... ii furkin mish goin there. MAC centre was de place moi clique and ii goes to fills our empty stomachs after skewl. it definitely brought back memories; sweet and badd. ^^;; ii mish moi girlfrens and boifrens.*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Anw,... Atiqah and ii had one of de shortest but intense chat ever.(quality definitely beats quantity hands down) Atiqah hav changed. She used to be all quiet and somewhat timid. but now moi dear girl hab taken silat as her CCA. o.O? Since when did she became sho *woah*? But her momm was skeptical abt her being in silat so she's kinda peeved abt dat. Anw,.. wadever she choose ii'll b supporting herr aite,..! (Girl, you know ii'm here you kae!)Okae,.. after moi lil' meeting wib moi girlfren, ii went to meet moi ex-colleague aka Momm aka Soffie. We went to..*guess where* Geylang.. Soffie was moi lunch khaki. She was moi so-called office momm. She's uber caring when ii'm sick lahh. *grins* Anw, we went geylang to shop for shawls for her mom, handbags for her funky grandma and pigg out at Arnold's. ii thot at first tat it wud get awkward cuz itz been awhile since ii met her so our frequency might be a lil' off.. but wen met dat feelings of uncertainty just fades away. We hit it off straight away... We were bitching abt her boss, Mxxx, hu a hairy mistake (may dear gawd forgive Mxxx, for she had sinned), abt de new pretty, hot exec, abt how UNCLE DER bein de BUAYA dat he ish was trying to get LUCKY wit de new hot exec, abt moi situations wib Ab's bro, and blahh blahh... Being de cheeky girls dat we are. We literally scared de pants out of de couple hu ate beside us at Arnold's by bein uber horny. Okae before PERVS out der starts propositioning miee. What ii meant was.. We were horny as in we were making dirty/cheesy/lame-ass jokes abt de "DEED" and things or peeps associated wit it' and let you in on one of dose jokes,.. it involved me and FIR wib his pants down. LMAO. We went window-shoppin' at one of de biggest THIS FASHION. ii never went there. trust me ii was stunned at how uuge de frickin' place ish lahh. it's like a cheap clothes paradise. but WE didnt find anything dat was OUR cuppa tea. OMG. on de way home from geylang, ii was sorta traumatised by man-boobs. There's dis guy hu was alighting from de MRT dat was sorta squishing his chest due to de space-constraint. AND there ii saw IT.. MAN-BOOBS on dat guy. Cleavage and all... Uurgh! But thankfully.. He wasnt a worthy enuf contender to ousted ME. Queen B'. Wahhaa*evil laughter*Hmpf. Anw, de day was kinda exhausting and all.. OUH ouh...ii just rmbr. euu know wad. Takin msgs me just now to apologised for blewing ME off. Uurgh! ii dun mind ib you re-schedule or wad but in moi case, ii msg him and he just farkin' said nort to msg him cuz he's wit him GF. Fuck him. Euu cud at least say it nicely. ii'll understand, no need get all malignant. ii mean ii understand wad we hav is COMMITMENT-FREE but it's oni human to talk in a manner tat ish nort harsh lahh! What an ASS! Haas.. Bein a bitch ish nort that hard aite.*wink* Nitez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996785-114754047638254450?l=bapestar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/feeds/114754047638254450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27996785&amp;postID=114754047638254450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114754047638254450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27996785/posts/default/114754047638254450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bapestar.blogspot.com/2006/05/moi-adventure-to-de-realms-of-cheap.html' title='Moi adventure to de realms of cheap clothes and nostalgic places. Some how THAT sounded uber WRONG!'/><author><name>Bapestar*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175023048897108916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-27996785.post-114745755553870944</id><published>2006-05-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:39:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What haben to herr?</title><content type='html'>**random things* Me feeling a lil' of everything. mixed up. Everything happen so fast. Uber fast. And dunno ib I cud keep up at the rate ii'm goin. ii'm usually caught up nowadays. Stoning. In daze. Lifeless. Dull. Bored. Blurrish. Unattractively droggy. &lt;em&gt;Words that people would nort describe ME is what ii practice these days.&lt;/em&gt; mebbe b'cuz ii'm STILL soar. Soar abt moi new acceptance to moi much-overrated-and-hyped nursing course. Soar abt nort able to adapt to moi new classmates. Soar abt havin' to take S&amp;W(we hab to take THE NAPFA test*shivers*) &amp;amp; PIE(Sho terribly kiddish lahh). Soar abt a scandalous-spurr-of-the-mmt- thingy at Zouk FLMP party wita certain guy. Soar abt being fricking groped in moi sch lifts.TWICE. Soar abt losing moi best friend. Soar abt cant kick moi only poison, Smoking. Soar abt being the THIRD party. SOAR. SOAR, SOAR, SOAR... These soarness would furkin go away, thus, the indifferent ME. Mebbe cuz all happen too fast. And ii cant digest and deal in time wit all tis' crapp. Okae. okae. Stop dwelling in self-hatred and low-esteem babeh!! It's so unlike ME!...Urgh! Mebe next tym ii'll go into detail abt each and every crapp ii got moiself into... but for now,...all dis lil' bitch need ish SLEEP... been deprive of it lately ever since I started being a student nurse. 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