<?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-2665764501777230378</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:19:14.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665764501777230378.post-8846967402587993709</id><published>2008-01-30T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:22:58.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Study Study !</title><content type='html'>'O' levels are coming this year on 20 Oct, according to the Straits Times on 28 January 2008. The papers wrote that we shouldn't be panicking for it. We should remain calm and stay focus towards our goal. Either to pass our 'O' or to ACE it. For me, I intend to ace it! &lt;div style="background:red"&gt;Only when Ive aced my 'O's, I'm only allowed to have my freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During school time, I was very focus in class, first time ever I did that since I've slacked. Usually, I always sleep in POA class, but today, everything in me changed. I sat in front of the class, analyising the whiteboard and identifying where were my mistakes. Time flew so fast today, as if I have gone through 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly, after school it was very quiet. However, today when I stayed back after school, it was different. The 4E1 students were studying among themselves and many other levels of secondary were studying too. But, in my table, it was the most noisest. Produced by who? By me of course, the creator of laughter and... NOISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did study abit, but mostly, Im distracted by talking to people and my songs. Lols, I hated distractions but it's okay. Just multi-task. I'm able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why Hubby doesn't like me calling him Hubby due to one reason, we do not need the formality. And I also don't know why he don't want me to cry just because of his words. I have too many WHYs, but my answers are never given though. He also sort of wrote a song lyric to me? Lols, his literature is good. But he's also expressing how he feels in his heart. &lt;div style="background:red"&gt;Don't think that I don't know what you're trying to do.&lt;/div&gt; Hahas, he sure have a lot of rewards from me by being..... Hehe, IT'S PERSONAL! I wonder how should I reward him. What gifts I can buy for him? Lols. There is a long list, but I wonder how am I to afford them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I still love him and be with him? The reason is simple, the cause and effect. He loves me, so I love him back(but I don't know whether I'm doing in a right or wrong manner). How he treats me is how I treat back to him. And something special.. It's up to me whether I want to give him or not. Hahas (NOT SEX LA). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He respected me though, when I've said I needed time for certain things. Haha.. I liked that. Hubby, you're not to leave me, even if the rupert is ever going to take your soul away, so you stay. Don't think of DEATH so much, neither you should think of live. You should think, how you should make your world better and include me inside. By life, or death, I belong to you. No other people can take me away, even the Death God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me, not him.. Lols. I'm trying to improve my English in any ways. Speech or writing and the way I think and express myself. Lols.. I'm now sounding like him. Never minds, my English needs to be improved so that I can tackle him! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, Ive planned out my day. Although today is tiring, I need to study too. My rest starts when I go to sleep. Hehe. My goal for 'O', all As. It's for Hubby. That's why I'm striving so hard for. If my parents object us, my VISA will overrule their objection. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-8846967402587993709?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8846967402587993709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=8846967402587993709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/8846967402587993709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/8846967402587993709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/study-study-study.html' title='Study Study Study !'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-595526380054980328</id><published>2008-01-27T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:22:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reflections</title><content type='html'>I'm still on a 'holiday' mood although there were many events happened this year. 'O' level results was released this week, Mdm Koh was giving a talk, PE lessons, Chemistry classes and her tests, the class was constantly being reprimanded by Mr Akmal, and so on. I thought it was February by then but instead, the days were slower than the teachers and me. This led me to think: 'O's is coming very soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried studying, but my mind wandered somewhere. When I was able to focus, my brother came in and disturbed me. I can tell you candidly, "HOME IS NEVER A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE IN." What I say might be the opposite of your thinking, but, for a person like me, this is what I feel. Everyone has their own story to tell, each story have the miseries and joyfulness they suffered and enjoyed. As for me, I would want freedom. I don't like to be tied down and trapped in a small box, waiting to be exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just T1 of the year. I am relaxing so much. My engine has not yet started as it has no more petrol. What am I suppose to do?! I'm beginning to be worried. I used many methods to make me study, but HUBBY seems to be my distractions. The moment I read my textbooks, I thought: Hubby, why is he this way? Plugging in my earpiece into my ear, it somehow helped me a lot but most of the songs I have were techno. I need TRANCE!!! Haiz, my computer broke down recently, I can't personalise any other computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed Ms Soh's english class. She wasn't as bad as I thought. Her vocabularies she used were profound and I kept copying them down for further usage. Lols, I sometimes even recall what were they and what were their meanings. Difficult words I have came across with while reading my textbooks. I didn't write them down, I remembered them clearly and how to write a sentence with them with the correct sentence structure and the message I'm trying to get it across. Perhaps, too many trainings by Hubby made me become cautious with my speech and sentences. I want to understand him and be able to communicate with him, cos, I'm pretty worried about him. Although I know he wont betray me or be unfaithful, I'm afraid that there would be another girl that meet his expectations. His expectation of a girlfriend is very high, which is a challenge for me. Sometimes, I just feel so helpless with him. Or even, unreasonable with him too. He untied certain knots between us, I tied them back again. I really don't know what to do anymore. There were thoughts I wanted to give him up(he deserved better). He said: I chose to be affected by you. I wondered: Why? He also once said: In order to love, he wanted to be loved first. My principle is also the same, which means to say, both of us are stagnant people. Like what our star signs say: Taurus and Virgo are very common in many areas. Our likes, our preferences in certain things are almost the same, not to mention about our interests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair seriously need colouring. I kept thinking of him and his expections and our memories with each other. It is getting grayer by day. What he asked was so simple, yet the most challenging request in life. Perhaps, I complicated many things. I should take it literally. My next goal is to: make him feel that I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt many words in the past weeks. I can list them down without refering to them and their meanings. Hahas&lt;br /&gt;Allevate-to reduce&lt;br /&gt;Decimate-to be completely destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Fauna-the animals&lt;br /&gt;Flora-the plants&lt;br /&gt;Instill-to educate&lt;br /&gt;Pulverated-to be reduced to power form&lt;br /&gt;Spatial-the size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm hoping that my days can get better. I have started many new things and erms, with the 'punishments' Mr Akmal can give, it is like a game to me. Haha. It's fun you know, but the moment you are given the penalty, you wont like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also will and want to be with Hubby no matter what happens. I also want and will to understand him better, DRILL YOU MORE!! I don't want the flame to be diminshed. There are signs that shows that, and he is working very hard to keep it going. I must not be stagnant and let him to all the work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-595526380054980328?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/595526380054980328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=595526380054980328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/595526380054980328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/595526380054980328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-reflections.html' title='My Reflections'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-572583972521178503</id><published>2008-01-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:35:04.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been so long since I've blogged. Well, 'O' level results was out yesterday and I have to congratulate those students who did well! There were people who didn't do well but no worries, YOU DID YOUR BEST AT LEAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby ahs, lols. I don't know how to say him le. Forever like that, playing his life away. He can't go to SP, too bad for him. Lols, Im so bad these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pissed me off somehow, and always after that, solutions to improve it are discussed. Haha, that's us. Lols, but somehow, I find that I don't understand him, neither do I know him. Hmms, 4 months being with each other, it's dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, my post is short nowadays. I have no time or mood to do blog. But one thing is for sure, HUBBY, NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, WE WILL STICK ON TOGETHER HAPPILY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-572583972521178503?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/572583972521178503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=572583972521178503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/572583972521178503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/572583972521178503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-its-been-so-long-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-5103757235397635974</id><published>2008-01-18T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:23:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long I didn't blog liaos.</title><content type='html'>It is just only the third week ever since the school started. I thought so many weeks had past and it was disappointing. I have no more motivation to study, although hubby kept pushing me. In class, I just sleep. And I choose homework to do. What the hell am I doing? 'O' levels is a BIG event this year and this is how I react to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english sucks like shit and the only way to improve is not being lazy. Well, I wanted to do reading and others stuffs that could improve my english but, I just didn't get the right mood to study. I'm feeling so distracted nowadays. Everyone is way above me, and I'm... right at the bottom. In chemistry, I can't get many questions right. In physics, I have forgotton almost every single things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults always say studying is easy, I should do it well. Is it really that easy? There is no such things as difficult and easy tasks in this world. It depends on our age group and intellectual level. Like now, I'm only a 16 year old girl this year. I can't possibly be handling with so much stresss (as claimed from an adult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm thinking, Life isn't something I would wish for. Death perhaps may grant my dreams. Can I just commit suicide? It will end it all. But on second thoughts, what will happen to Hubby? He loves me so much (forever teasing me), and I just do this? Haiz. If I choose death, I have to choose to let go. If I choose life, I have to bear all the sufferings. For Hubby's sake or not, that's a BIG question in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our 4 month anniversary and I ain't feeling any joyfulness for it. I don't know where I'm going to meet hubby, when I'm going to meet hubby too. Haiz, our relationship is always under constant strain and we can't expand it. We can't have so much time together, we can't really coummunicate well as he's too clever. And I'm on the verge of giving it up. What brings me back is how he loved me. He has been the one building this relationship and I'm always either breaking something apart or torturing him. I'm so not ready for a relationship, perhaps, it's time for us to end bahs? I'll tell him tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one hurting him coz, I love him so much. He should deserve a better girl than me. Hmms, something is makign me laugh. I always repeat this part. I just couldn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I end the post. I just want to cry in my room and think of nothing else. If I am still able to not give up him, then I will stay silent tomorrow. If not, I'm going to hurt him once and for all, and end it. =.(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-5103757235397635974?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5103757235397635974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=5103757235397635974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/5103757235397635974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/5103757235397635974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-long-i-didnt-blog-liaos.html' title='So long I didn&apos;t blog liaos.'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-3872669389874797663</id><published>2008-01-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:47:17.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing of BLOG</title><content type='html'>I am going to close my own blog. Cos' I have no time to update it. Perhaps after 'o' levels, I would just recreate the blog with a new template. Hubby, i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-3872669389874797663?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3872669389874797663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=3872669389874797663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/3872669389874797663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/3872669389874797663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/closing-of-blog.html' title='Closing of BLOG'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-1689885031256208852</id><published>2008-01-11T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:01:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog is rotting soon...</title><content type='html'>Sorry people. It's ben so long since I updated my blog. There were many events happening in my life but I don't wish to share. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is one highlight I would want to say. I am changing, again. I'm a violent young lady and soon, if the environment allows, I'm no longer as that anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, compromises are to be made so that the couple can stay together. No matter how much I hated it, I will still do it for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-1689885031256208852?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1689885031256208852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=1689885031256208852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/1689885031256208852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/1689885031256208852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-is-rotting-soon.html' title='Blog is rotting soon...'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-3943827215267929727</id><published>2008-01-06T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:54:17.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori - Eng Sub</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/seriesplayer_embedded2.swf?permalinkId=jigoku-shoujo-futakomori&amp;isVlog=true&amp;id=7113481&amp;player=channelembedded" allowFullScreen="true" width="540" height="438" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-3943827215267929727?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3943827215267929727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=3943827215267929727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/3943827215267929727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/3943827215267929727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/jigoku-shoujo-futakomori-eng-sub.html' title='Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori - Eng Sub'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-2117409173058869527</id><published>2008-01-06T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:18:35.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last, there is something for me to do in the weekends !</title><content type='html'>I have decided to study only in the weekdays and not for all 7 days. Last year, my results were affected just because the stress I tried to hold back erupted suddenly and made me hate studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also other reasons too. I found something I could do to relax myself. Watch Anime! I didn't know where to get the full-length anime at first but since I am good in searching things, I found many websites that allow me to watch them full length. Including other movies like Heroes, Prison Break. And more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the time, I will upload the movies. First, I will upload is Jigoku Shoujo. She's a hell girl. These are the sites I've found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stage6.com/"&gt;http://www.stage6.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidereel.com/"&gt;http://www.sidereel.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;http://www.veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yarrow.ws/"&gt;http://www.yarrow.ws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! But there are some sites that require you to download divX or veohtv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-2117409173058869527?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2117409173058869527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=2117409173058869527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/2117409173058869527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/2117409173058869527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-decided-to-study-only-in.html' title='At last, there is something for me to do in the weekends !'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-1042698129367625276</id><published>2008-01-04T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:49:37.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrites is what I describe the ppl around me..</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why people tend to be hypocrites. I know who are those people, especially in the school. Well, I have to adapt in that environment. In the society, that is bound to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just forget about that. During the recess time, there was 2 bats above Jiang Fang's and my head. It was so cute when I saw it. Really ! Hahas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee136/sweet_laddie/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked POA; but I hated myself when I forgot to bring things to school. Haiz.. I don't know why. I miss Hubby so much today. Not a single message from him. So sianz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I skipped NP today, cos' I don't feel like going. I have lost the confidence I had for that CCA ever since something struck me. I rather focus my energy on my academic studies than to waste my time on something I have no confidence for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not taken my recent pictures. Haiz.. I was even almost late for school. Damn it. But something I can rejoice for is, my result slip going to change! =] I don't understand why my conduct is fair, but all I know is I am good in class. Hahas XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, a new start. I decided not to be as what I was last semester. It really almost killed me. I also need my 'o' levels to be with Hubby. I don't want him to think of how to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sayonara ! Need to study le. Hahas!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-1042698129367625276?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1042698129367625276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=1042698129367625276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/1042698129367625276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/1042698129367625276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/ya.html' title='Hypocrites is what I describe the ppl around me..'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-3467224521999830795</id><published>2008-01-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:50:07.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't control myself today in school. I don't know why. But I feel that it's been so long since I've gone to school. Merely 2 months of holidays, so many things have changed. The guys are much more talkative than the girls. The girls are more &lt;i&gt;slow&lt;/i&gt; in their steps le. Not as rebellious as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good; 'O' levels are coming soon, so, I understand why they're like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting older day by day. And my looks are getting younger each day. Haiz.. I want to grow more matured by appearance. 16 soon, and I look like 14 year old? Walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maths class was disastrous, I went to the wrong class. And when I am in the right class, I couldn't focus. Everyone in the class were real experts. I have not reached the standard yet. I'm so scared I might lose out. Never minds. Each failure is my success. I admit, Mr Long is a better maths teacher. He was consistent in his speed of teaching and his explanations were specific and clear. I liked that. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, it as Chinese lesson. Usually, my classmates will disrupt the class and annoy the teacher or even don't do the teacher's work. But, today, everyone was doing the homework. Lols. I didn't manage to finish it too. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the English test right after the previous lesson. I couldn't focus. All my thoughts were with hubby. The things he did for me, the things he made me laughed and how he always criticise me =.= . XDD I prefer he do that. Cos' in love, everything is in the opposite. The more he love me, the more he will annoy me. The same goes for me. Hahas!~ Tickle Tickle you, hubby. The images of how we kissed kept flashing back. I don't know why. There are others, the way he bully me, the way he counsel me, the way he moves, the way he talks, the way he does things, the way he annoys me, the way.... I can go on forever, I too lovesicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smsing him during lessons. We reached to a topic whereby I have been worrying about that issue. How can we be together because both of us face restrictions? Parents, studies, sometimes I think, we are not so ready to start it. But we're in the middle of constructing this &lt;i&gt;root&lt;/i&gt; of us, we can't end it now. May hurt both of us lots. We need to have adequate communication. If we seem to like another person, must say. If anyone of us choose to leave, must say. COMMUNICATION is the key ! I will try sneak out to meet him. I want him to enjoy being loved and loving me at the same time. I don't want him to be burdened by me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I end my post here. I will upload pictures in this post soon. Got homework to do !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-3467224521999830795?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3467224521999830795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=3467224521999830795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/3467224521999830795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/3467224521999830795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-couldnt-control-myself-today-in.html' title='First day of school.'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-3579398394522161369</id><published>2008-01-02T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:37:56.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I not go to school?</title><content type='html'>I am not ready to school. It's been only 2 months of holidays and many things happen during that period of time. It scared me till I didn't wanted to talk to anyone now. Although I still talk to hubby, but how about the people I social with everyday in class or in school? I am afraid to go to school because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my 'O' level year and I am feeling this way. Sigh, a series of problems. I really don't like to be protected by my mom always. If my mom could just let go of me, I think it would be better in the ending. Less fights, less things to worry about, less things to care about either. To me, no matter what I do, I won't try to hurt myself or others. And I know I have to go home eventually. But, if the love for me is too strong and it pressurized me, I will try to escape. I really wish my mom would let me out of the house for no reason and anytime I can come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classroom is at last year 5A1 classroom. Yay!~ Lols, I am getting crazy. Well, I &lt;i&gt;pon ten&lt;/i&gt; school today. I would have nothing to do if I didn't go school so, I went to hubby as planned. Well, details of it I won't share. I don't want anyone to gossip around liaos. They are so irritating. I will tell the people I trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just knew it that Mr Bala would be my class form teacher. Well, Mdm Tay is my Chem teacher. Mr Akmal is my Physics teacher. Mr Ng is still my P.E teacher. Same goes for my Geog, Chinese and POA teacher. I though Chen Laoshi don't want to teach my class le? Hahas, she's been my chinese teacher since sec 1. Well, I am going to work hard for my chinese le. Cannot fail it de. Aiming to get all A1, except English. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Exclusive ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, you made my day so estatic and fantastic. Without any &lt;i&gt;excruciating&lt;/i&gt; pain(hehe), you made me love you so much. I can smile now, and I have grown. You were with me during my process of growing up... You told me that you don't like me, you love me. Hahas. But please, let me bully you with my small fingers and you don't tickle me so hard. Hehe. 男朋友是交来爱的、疼的，也是交来欺负的、打得。 I will never forget what we talked about. They are precious memories to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-3579398394522161369?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3579398394522161369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=3579398394522161369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/3579398394522161369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/3579398394522161369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-i-not-go-to-school.html' title='Can I not go to school?'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-5447629254581452322</id><published>2008-01-01T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:48:32.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing state of Happiness</title><content type='html'>Hubby was in M'sia since two days ago. Today, he was back in Singapore. Hahas XDD It was close to 1am in the morning when he came online. He was having this terrible mood swing I had before too. Lols, we're emo couple. Hahas. I chatted with him; although I was chatting with many people. The mood swing made him become confused, and the first thing came to my mind was: Make hubby happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to go offline so we continue out our conversation via phone. At first, he was relunctant to accept my call cos' he said that he had nothing to talk about. I was annoyed when I heard that but I ignored it. "Hubby as the priority." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to pour out during the call. He didn't wanted to, but he did did that thought and he doesn't know it. Hahas. We planned what we're going to contribute to this relationship and I'm going to fulfil his dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many questions I asked him. Lols, he was tired and I was persistent in asking him to answer my questions. Hmms, I tired out him le. So sorry! Think he will be awake after a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that I wasn't open enough with him. He's too close to me, I don't know how to tell him. Hmms, it's a danger to the relationship. What am I suppose to do!?! He's my hubby. I don't want to hurt him and what I think might either hurt him or I will feel embarassed? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to record down my red bean soup le. Really, it's damn difficult in tracking it down. Die man. Haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-5447629254581452322?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5447629254581452322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=5447629254581452322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/5447629254581452322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/5447629254581452322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/confusing-state-of-happiness.html' title='Confusing state of Happiness'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-5896498290929626315</id><published>2008-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:07:53.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !!</title><content type='html'>A new year has began for all the graduating classes. To say it in lay man's term, we need to CHIONG arhs! XDD 'O' levels are coming soon, real soon, and I doubt that anyone is prepared for it. Hahas!~ What an important event of my life, yet it's just a simple test in life - to step one step out of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet many of you guys have not finished your homework. Hahas. I'm on your shoes. New year states a brand new start, but all our history lies on this day. Lols, what a joke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I am feeling moody about. Where is Hubby today? Lols. I know he is in Malaysia but I sort of miss him so much and need him now with me. Never minds, I cannot be so selfish. Hubby, I miss you so much that anything I'm doing now never get right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my previous post, my new year resolution is to study hard for 'O'. But the truth is, I want to have self-discipline in myself first, before I do anything. Cos' I don't find myself ready for any challenges yet as I always slack. A real weakness in me that I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 2007 has been a very frustrating year to my parents, especially to my mom. She has to work for long hours and be a mother at the same time in the household. To my mom, I will do what you say; but not to my extremes that I cannot accept. I will control my mood swing. That's what Hubby always tell me, control it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts are with him. I think the root of my mood swing is him. He controls the swing. Perhaps, that's why sometimes I cry and sometimes I feel so hyper. Hmms, I need to tell him that liaos. I have identified Hubby as my Mr Right by the way. No one is going to replace him in my heart, unless it's us who decides to stay or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL READERS - HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-5896498290929626315?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5896498290929626315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=5896498290929626315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/5896498290929626315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/5896498290929626315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-5754735594948601334</id><published>2007-12-31T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:59:44.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2007 :]</title><content type='html'>The last Monday the world is going to spend in the year 2007. A brand new year awaits us to experience a new life and hope, make us have ambitions to accomplish and learn more things in life. Of course, for me, I will be preparing for my 'O' levels, an important year for me tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that 2008 is coming. It means that I am getting older. Hahas!~ More privileges will be given to me!~ Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something funny and freakish I would like share. Last night, I wasn't able to sleep well. After tossing and turning for many times, my fingers started to tap the keys of my hand phone. The receiver of the message was one of my friend, Jester. He is currently working but I don't know what he works as. He complaint to me that being older is not good after all. It is best to enjoy the days when we were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I agree. For ever age group, there are pros and cons. But as a young teen lady right now, I hate to be restricted by age. What I want and need now is a spark that can make me RACE against time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can conclude that whatever we wish for will always end with "Actually, I don't like this at all. I prefer the previous one." Lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually on this day, I will countdown for the new year. But, it seemed so weird that I have no interest in doing that anymore. Perhaps, I have sorted my priority already. All thanks to Hubby. Lols, I'm not blaming him. I'm happy with it. Hahas!~ xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution: Study and study until cannot study. Must top the 'O' level and go to my COURSE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, our one year waiting is going to be over very soon. I really need and want to be with you. Wednesday awaits a spark of flame between us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-5754735594948601334?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5754735594948601334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=5754735594948601334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/5754735594948601334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/5754735594948601334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-2007.html' title='End of 2007 :]'/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-162340330537285002</id><published>2007-12-29T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T15:10:17.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emotions that I felt today:&lt;br /&gt;Stress&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;Emo&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can feel all these feelings. They are opposites of each other. Well, my mood swing again. How can it ever be OvEr?! I want myself back, the way I was like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got to change. No suprise that I need to too. Before, no one understood me. In fact, I was like a reject though. Cos' of my craziness, guess no one accept that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just a 15 year old. My thoughts aren't a 15 year old anymore. I am no longer as naive as before. However, hahs, I am still as stubborn as before. Lols. I want things adults wants. I desire more than a teen. And I do things, hmms... it depends on my plot whether I want to act like who. I plot to get the things I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One uncle of mine, saw me as a 15 year old kid and tried talking to me as that. Well, I told him off: Stop treating me like a 15 year old okays? I am much more matured to think le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;Hubby, I'm waiting... for wednesday~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-162340330537285002?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/162340330537285002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=162340330537285002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/162340330537285002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/162340330537285002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2007/12/emotions-that-i-felt-today-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-6232713872384328849</id><published>2007-12-27T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:21:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today seemed so short. I was daydreaming, thinking of hubby. I'm so lovesicked nowadays, I don't know the reason why. All I know, I have to make hubby happy. I cannot keep giving him trouble de. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus are more emotional people. They are determined in doing stuffs and persever. They are also known to be very commited to a relationship. Once he or she is involved in one, it is hard to get into another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't mind if I give him trouble, he told me before: I can carry the burden forever. That was not what exactly what he said, but it was what he meant. I just wish that my mood swing is OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, hmms.. He was wierd abit. Well, he was in fact, damn surprising. Hahas!~ I will fulfil what you ask me to do de! HAIK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-6232713872384328849?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6232713872384328849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=6232713872384328849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/6232713872384328849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/6232713872384328849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-seemed-so-short.html' title=''/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-4333598130243875511</id><published>2007-12-26T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:12:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I couldn't sleep well, lying on the bed, fiddling with my phone. It was a while when I finally slept. I smsed Hubby, he told me many "words" that were pleasant to hear. And I found out that he finished the song two days ago. Hahas!~ I was so damn happy. Too bad, I didn't wanted him to know. Lols!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened it today and I couldn't find the right emotions to listen to it. Hmms, the song made me remember many things with him and I also noticed that he was trying to make me feel the same way he made me felt on 20 Sept 07. Cry and smile at the same time. Hmms, I'm gonna make him pay for that. Lols, but on second thoughts, I think I like that feeling. Hahas!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm lovesicked with mood swings. Aiyo, why am I so complex!?! Grr, I hated it that way. Just because my family is complex, I have to be complex. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School reopening soon and I haven't got prepared yet. All the TOA CAH SOH s I have forgotten, need to recap back liaos. Hahas!~ Hubby, I love you and miss you so much. May Gaia let us meet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wei Yang- Better quickly finish song, I want to listen!!! Lols, and tell me how much you bought that keyboard, I want to trial out first and BUY if it suits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-4333598130243875511?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4333598130243875511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=4333598130243875511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/4333598130243875511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/4333598130243875511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-night-i-couldnt-sleep-well-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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-2665764501777230378.post-729633498470557484</id><published>2007-12-25T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:44:41.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I finished my blog template once again. It gave me a sense of satisfaction, hahas. I don't know why I love to do blog templates. All I know is to decorate my stuff, customise it in my own way and style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, I hate it when people ask me for help to do their blog; it's not their design or ideas, they are all mine. Haiz, they will just gain credit from the work I did for them. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies these few days. It was EXCITING, until it was very slow in loading. Haiz. Before the internet connection was interrupted, the movie loaded only for 2 minutes and it started playing. Right now, I have to wait for 1 hour for each movie to buffer finish. Damn slow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diverting my attention to blogging, I really have nothing to post, except, keep changing the template to kill time. Lols. Anyways, there are many jobs for me to do before school reopens. The project work is not finished and I don't intend to finish it. Zzz. However, I still have to do it. No matter what! Well, it is sort of difficult (I will never forget what Hubby told me - You can do it, you just have to focus and try! Persever!!). Hahas!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have planned out what I want to do le. But, perseverance is what I am going to need. During this whole week, I am going to finish 3 things. Project work and study for a while. Hahas!~ And of course buy my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I am praying for the next day to come. I can't wait to be 21 where I am freed! The first step to freedom is when I reach 16. I can't imagine how my parents will react when they know I tell them I have a boyfriend for a year. But, I expected one reaction: WTH!?! My daughter have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you read this post, I know people will spread de. Haiz. Gossipers have nothing to do except gossiping around. Note-If you gossip mine, I'll make sure yours is being gossiped too. It's called Karma. Better watch your step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also wonder-how can the couple last for a year? That's an outsiders' view. It's okay. I know the insides well. As long as I know he is with me, then he's my Mr Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665764501777230378-729633498470557484?l=sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/feeds/729633498470557484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665764501777230378&amp;postID=729633498470557484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/729633498470557484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665764501777230378/posts/default/729633498470557484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetaddiction-xxx.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-i-finished-my-blog-template.html' title=''/><author><name>zLoveAnGeLz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337251834387193157</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>
