<?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-5667823</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:05:14.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'M rEtArDeD..i Noe.. </title><subtitle type='html'>When i saw U,I fell in love. &amp; U smiled coz u knew..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-113474313618908991</id><published>2005-12-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:25:36.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the lightness of being....alone.'think about the good friends you have lost touch with.. do u remember when u 1st met and bonded? likelihood is u two were studying or working together. but what happened after u stopped seeing each other every day? that my dear friends is.. "proximity friendship".'i got that out of a magazine... and u thought i could write something as simple yet profound as that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/113474313618908991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/113474313618908991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113474313618908991' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-112832133995696081</id><published>2005-10-03T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:35:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how did i end up looking like the bad person here? why are we to blame?why are we unimportant?why do we keep coming 2nd place to them?why do we try to please u when all u do is side them?where are we in ur life?why am i the 1 to be blame?again..... why me?and dont say ure not blaming me.coz i know u are.again..... I was the 1 who spoilt it.I was the 1 who gave u attitude.me, me, me.....thank u. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112832133995696081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112832133995696081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112832133995696081' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-112418001616006544</id><published>2005-08-16T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:13:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to good manners and elegance.In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112418001616006544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112418001616006544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112418001616006544' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-112365049450019831</id><published>2005-08-10T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:08:14.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How You Life Your Lifehttp://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg"&gt; %20color="#000000"&gt;You tend to deprive yourself of things you crave, for your own good.You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations.You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren' &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;How'&gt;http://</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112365049450019831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112365049450019831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112365049450019831' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-112260361945903791</id><published>2005-07-29T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:20:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tell me why i love you. tell me why i find it so hard to let you go. can u please call me to remind me? can you tell me why i constantly hate you not being here?  tell me,why do you love me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112260361945903791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112260361945903791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112260361945903791' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-112234749103572069</id><published>2005-07-26T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:11:31.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly.... i realise that im way behind time. that im left out in so many people's lives... that the ppl who called me "kakak" are now so big. are now living life,their lives they fend 4 themselves. they live not knowing the danger there is out there. if they only knew.how did i get this old?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112234749103572069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112234749103572069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112234749103572069' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-112225271471605110</id><published>2005-07-25T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:24:08.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lonely, im so lonely on 25th of july im sitting here at home,alone. no one to accompany me at home... alone on my 20th birthday. this has to be a bad beginning to my next existant as a useless human being on this earth. had a bad dream to strat off with... i dreamt it was dooms day. i was walking thru a garden with houses full of cobwebs. full of dusty ppl, moving ever so slowly. then all of them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112225271471605110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112225271471605110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112225271471605110' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-112099566824367040</id><published>2005-07-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:41:08.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>old and ageingooooo....my computer works. for a while maybe. my computer is constantly on hiatus. maybe its seen too much trash on the internet....i wld not elaborate. ..ive got  better tings to talk about. me.ive come to realise that im old beyond my years. i sat wif congs along the clarke quay "longkang" talking about wat we have been thru as the fireworks go off in the background. to think i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112099566824367040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/112099566824367040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112099566824367040' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-110829025355708352</id><published>2005-02-13T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:24:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dittoi was at a wedding today... obviously none of my frens just yet. dil, bila nak kawin? kata nak kawin.kad jemputan pon tak dapat2...i was suffocating in the baju kurung i was wearing. i dont get it. why do ppl sing when they knw they croak like toads? Ali insisted that when we DO get married, he wont want a karaoke set anywhere near. but does he knw that my dad's side of the family just LOVE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/110829025355708352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/110829025355708352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110829025355708352' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-109905930142328063</id><published>2004-10-29T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:15:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>andainya aku pergi sebelom mufirst of all id like to say tanx to the ppl who dropped by my blog. i didnt knw i still attract attention after my blog has remained dormant and active like a roller coaster ride gone hay-wire. my mom forced me to copy some recipe for her from "yok buat kuih raya". and yes, i AM doing it. macam-macam org tua tu suruh aku buat."oi! kau jangan lupa salin recipe tu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109905930142328063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109905930142328063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109905930142328063' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-109781971968042238</id><published>2004-10-15T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T13:55:19.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>superwomanof god! fasting month is here. how undeniably boring.... cant eat, cant talk dirty, cant THINK dirty, cant get angry and all that comes with the idealism of a non-fasting person. yesterday, i spent my free day at sentosa trying out my new bikini. ooohhh,suddenly my babat was more than i thought. not that it mattered. we were surrounded by damn anak abu's everywhere. damn lil brats! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109781971968042238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109781971968042238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109781971968042238' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-109599286429853607</id><published>2004-09-24T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T10:27:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>welcome to my life part 2somehow a part of me does not seem to recognise happiness anymore. ppl tell me that the state im in is due to my over-active imagination. that i somehow just made it up to escape the reality of living. did i? coz if i did, then id rather indulge in it. coz there, i have the right to feel the way that i do. there, im allowed to wallow.as i floated on the seas of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109599286429853607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109599286429853607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109599286429853607' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-109599140895589989</id><published>2004-09-24T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T10:03:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to my Life...Simple PlanDo you ever feel like breaking down?Do you ever feel out of place?Like somehow you just don’t belongAnd no one understands youDo you ever wanna run away?Do you lock yourself in your room?With the radio on turned up so loudThat no one hears you screamingNo you don’t know what it’s likeWhen nothing feels alrightYou don’t know what it’s like to be like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109599140895589989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109599140895589989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109599140895589989' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-109361876231147831</id><published>2004-08-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T22:59:22.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>getting high, getting drunk and staying alive.i had a great roaring time on my grad day. i nvr knew my frens can be so good-looking. and neither did i knw that my frens are really wild beasts. hahah!after grad, me, congs, cik ina, gee, iszma &amp; chubi ikin went to Bugis. actually, me and congs have planned to get drunk and go club our grad night away. and boy did we. hahah! we headed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109361876231147831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109361876231147831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361876231147831' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-109117990214205830</id><published>2004-07-30T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T17:31:42.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it must have been love,but its over now.hello ppl, i back. well, trust me... im making my entries a monthly thing. of course, with the given condidtion that im free or my computer is ok. how have u all been? missing me i suppose...ive been so very busy. working full-time is tediously hard. everyday i wake up wishing that infernal place would just burn to ashes. i work, i work &amp; i work some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109117990214205830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/109117990214205830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109117990214205830' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108838197875863148</id><published>2004-06-28T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T08:22:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please forgive me,i cant stop loving you.im depressed. but whats new? i cant help but feel so disoriented. ive lost all bearings. im walking in the dark and im blind. ive been blind for so long so im starting to get used to the ditches i walk into and the stinky shoes from stepping onto shit. the pain of being blind..didnt know i was that "terror" at making guys walk out of my life. in one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108838197875863148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108838197875863148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108838197875863148' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108797250227370358</id><published>2004-06-23T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:35:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the silence withinhello world! its been so long sice i last typed anything out im getting so rusty at it. hehehe! i see regular bloggers all around me. sorry i dont have time to read ur blogs. busy, busy, busy. and do tag me yah? doesnt mean i dont have time to drop by i 4got you...  im just giving u time to miss me. who doesnt miss me? haha! what an "extremist" i amso wats new with me? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108797250227370358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108797250227370358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108797250227370358' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108579992842684475</id><published>2004-05-29T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T11:05:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moving on,staying alive and being youngfirst of all, i would like to say that im finally done with schl. to my fellow bloggers, im sorry if i hvnt been bugging u and reading up regularly on the latest happenings.i miss u ppl at schl. hope u ppl are ok. computer at home is running amock. so i get to use it rarely. keep tagging though. id like to hear who tags me.  but funny how i get assholes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108579992842684475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108579992842684475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108579992842684475' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108519705114356417</id><published>2004-05-22T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T11:37:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bowling balls and buayasyes, i went bowling yesterday. we had loads of fun. hahah! but we chose the freaking wrong date to do it though. a bunch of "CSI Miamis" were there. boy, did they have a feast for their old, buaya eyes. i chose to wear my sleeveless white top coz it was so damn hot. each time i bent to pick up my bowling ball, their eyes gaze to MY set of bowling balls. dah tua kutuk dan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108519705114356417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108519705114356417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108519705114356417' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108495292492652840</id><published>2004-05-19T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T15:48:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys.damn it! i tore my beautiful pink beach skirt. mcm sedih gitu dgr bunyi koyak tu. i tore it in class. it got stuck on the table and tore. sekolah mmg dah sah bwk sway! dah jambu2 niari sekali skirt nak kena koyak pulak.  sigh~well, look at my title. pretty apt aint it? heheh! i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108495292492652840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108495292492652840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108495292492652840' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108486562612398455</id><published>2004-05-18T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T15:36:18.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KartiniYou are a negotiator. You'll do anything you can to avoid open conflict so you never start quarrels. You will give in when you think it's appropriate side. You're very careful and circumspect in all matters but you won't face any problems until they actually happen. Also you're a kind and sensitive person.You are vigorous yet gentle. You appear to be mysterious to those who don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108486562612398455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108486562612398455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108486562612398455' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108486296379140917</id><published>2004-05-18T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T14:49:23.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>burning in the pits of hellits been so long since i last heard from anyone. my phone has been silent. i feel like im so detached from the real world. am i even living? i wonder if along the way i died and just didnt realise it. thats me. i could die today and would only realise it two days later. boy~ am i strangely sad or what?ive been busy with work. work is hell. yes, work equates hell. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108486296379140917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108486296379140917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108486296379140917' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108425081932531605</id><published>2004-05-11T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:58:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burn....Usher[Intro]I don't understand whySee it's burning me to hold onto thisI know this is something I gotta doBut that don't mean I want toWhat I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I justI feel like this is coming to an endAnd its better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt youI gotta let it burn[Verse 1]It's gonna burn for me to say thisBut it's comin from my heart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108425081932531605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108425081932531605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108425081932531605' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108424872186156881</id><published>2004-05-11T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:12:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now that its over for me.i dont know which is harder. to let go of something when u have had it for the longest time. or to let go of something when it has just begun. so dear bloggers, what do u think? i must say that both are equally as daunting as the other. sigh~ but thats life for you. nothing comes easy. and nothing comes without having a price to pay for it.i saw rebbecca loos on tv </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108424872186156881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108424872186156881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424872186156881' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108373847121476508</id><published>2004-05-05T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T16:37:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cramps, sotong balls &amp; the devilim having extreme cramps here. mcm nak beranak pon ada. tapi ini anak liat nak keluar. boleh mati menggeliat mcm ulat bulu aku dibuatnye. ok, moving on. my head is a mess. what else is new? im always a mess it doesnt bother anyone anymore. but im more a mess than  the usual wreck that i am.  why? i dont know. must be the fact that im depraved of chocolate in me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108373847121476508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108373847121476508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108373847121476508' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108365262384678199</id><published>2004-05-04T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:20:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leaving (Always on time part ||)... Ashanti [Bridge]If you were me what would you do always a lie,and never the truth now as for me I'm moving onYou'll always be my baby.[Chorus]Baby I just got to let you go for now,thought I could take it for a while maybe.You'll make it back around baby I just got to live my life.And now can't see me changing for a while hope I could make it back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108365262384678199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108365262384678199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108365262384678199' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108354790929836401</id><published>2004-05-03T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T10:58:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::reasons why i dont have a boyfriend::im sick of hearing reasons as to why guys wanna be with me. here are reasons why u guys should NOT be with me. i will tell u now why im currently unwanted. so... id appreciate it if people stop asking me dat fucking stupid qsn again! remember... NEVER ask me again why im single. unless u want a free blow to ur brainless head.{ive got issues, pls hand me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108354790929836401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108354790929836401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108354790929836401' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108313755120743546</id><published>2004-04-28T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T16:11:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>missing couple-ism...NOT!i see a trend. a trend where ppl tell me they miss "couple-ism". me too. why do we miss coulple-ism? let me count the ways.-missing the sweet nothingsyes, i miss that. where we promise each other forever. we say we will love for the rest of our lives. "rest of our lives" being just a month. hah! then we tell each other that our hearts beat as one. blah, blah, blah...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108313755120743546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108313755120743546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108313755120743546' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108304614816971371</id><published>2004-04-27T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T14:12:55.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:shielding OUR pain from prying eyes:.i realise something about my schoolmates. or for anyone for that matter. how we hide behind such convincing happy faces. how we deny our true feelings of sadness, deep exasperation and desperation. i could never understand how well we do it.. thats the thing that gets to me. we are such great pretenders. how did we get that way? i see my peers covering up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108304614816971371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108304614816971371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108304614816971371' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108294291875117048</id><published>2004-04-26T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T10:44:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when illusions cloud your already dillusional mindi cant believe how dillusional my ex-boyfriend can be. its pathetic. its sad too. you should have seen him waiting for me outside my workplace yesterday. ur heart would break to see this sad sight. really it would. i didnt notice him initially. my colleage, Nuh saw him. &amp; Nuh being the bloody kepoh bugger he is, tapped me &amp; said my fren was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108294291875117048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108294291875117048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108294291875117048' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108294083256750580</id><published>2004-04-26T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T08:56:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last thing you:1.said- "oops! aku lupa bwk buku kau"2.ate- hudson sweets3.watched on TV or film- hmm,i think some rerun on chn 54.listened to (music wise)- How can u mend a broken heart...Micheal Buble5.bought (clothes wise)- My black belt from Topshop6.bought (CDs wise)- Micheal Buble7.downloaded off the net ? - hmm...janet jackson's "thats the way love goes"8.played on (computer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108294083256750580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108294083256750580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108294083256750580' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108268381929321958</id><published>2004-04-23T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T10:52:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crap infused talkpeople commit suicide so they could save themselves, not others. love has never felt more ferocious until you're faced with the possibility of losing it.by the way, where has all the dustbins gone? every lrt &amp; mrt station is rid of dustbins. im sick of having to carry around my trash in my pocket &amp; bag. when i do get to a dustbin, i forgot that i have lugged all sorts of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108268381929321958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108268381929321958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268381929321958' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108253093284624296</id><published>2004-04-21T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T15:46:00.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its all about the money"This is why people abandon their dreams. This is why some of my JC friends have resorted to working odd jobs that they are over-qualified for - because they have problems. Because they lead less than picture-perfect lives. Because they are fuelled by misfortune and driven to depths of desperation. Because in dire circumstances, "wants" take a back seat to "needs". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108253093284624296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108253093284624296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108253093284624296' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108252200636364811</id><published>2004-04-21T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T14:33:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if it makes me happy,then why the hell am i so sad?i need to talk. talk to him. i need to tell him know why i let go. i just need to hear him on the other line.i need to know what he feels for me...really feel for me. his parents probably hate me. it doesnt matter what i say or do now. they hate me. why am i not surprised? i waited for his call. when i wait, he doesnt call. when i want to run</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108252200636364811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108252200636364811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252200636364811' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108244328953707220</id><published>2004-04-20T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T15:28:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>running away with the scary thoughts in my head.i think i need to take a holiday by myself &amp; simply disappear from everyone. how i wish i could do that. i hate schl. i hate work. i hate myself. i hate everyone. im so irritated with everything that is going on around me. how damn sickening life is. ok, how damn sickening i am. im sickening right? how the hell could ppl stand being with me? its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108244328953707220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108244328953707220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108244328953707220' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108217777296633265</id><published>2004-04-17T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T12:59:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you say i only hear what i want to.im broke now. bought that belt at Topshop that costs a bomb. retail therapy. the wonders of what money can do to you. yes, money. it makes the world go round. do i sound materialistic here? good. i want to sound that way. so be it. at least i dont use my bfs money. that, im proud of. im depressed. i may hv chronic depression here. i feel like i waste my life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108217777296633265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108217777296633265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108217777296633265' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108193054221674232</id><published>2004-04-14T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T16:18:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stay....Lisa Loebyou say i only hear what i want to.you say i talk so all the time so.and i thought what i felt was simple,and i thought that i don't belong,and now that i am leaving,now i know that i did something wrong 'cause i missed you.yeah, i missed you.and you say i only hear what i want to:i don't listen hard,i don't pay attention to the distance that you're runningor to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108193054221674232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108193054221674232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108193054221674232' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108192362770073579</id><published>2004-04-14T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T16:13:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:::my soulmate (part 2):::why do i call this insane person from the Bedok my soulmate? Bedok of all places?? Kat what hv u gotten urself into? there is an undeniable charm. there is also undying chemistry that both of us could never get right. we are such morons that we cant seem to express what it is we feel for each other. we cant even put into words the things we actuall feel. feeling is all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108192362770073579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108192362770073579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108192362770073579' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108184274661735164</id><published>2004-04-13T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T15:55:15.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::my soulmate::"we are more than buddies. we are above bf/gf. we do not trust each other. we screwed up every aspect of love." "so wat are we then?," i said, clearly aware that we are evasive ppl here, arguing."i dont know.do u?""yes...but im afraid to say it. i might sound like a fool if i did.""just tell me will you?" "we are soulmates."we screwed up every aspect of love. Muneer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108184274661735164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108184274661735164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108184274661735164' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108173380095694981</id><published>2004-04-12T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:39:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heroically bitchy in the face of bitterness.my romantic notions of my marrying young are now out the window. i dont want to get married. i hate the thought of swelling up to become a mom. most of all, i detest the thought of being with someone for the rest of my unnatural life. i might just get sick of that man i will call my husband. sad right? not really if u ask me. husbands do alot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108173380095694981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108173380095694981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108173380095694981' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108156378357584137</id><published>2004-04-10T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T10:25:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>free at last.this is it... ive finally moved on. no more thoughts of OD'ing. no more thoughts of him. im happy once again. thanks to a major bashing to my pocket. hahah! thoughts of him are far away now. i finally broke free from the chains that bind. wishing him "happy birthday" was the last step to my freedom. &amp; sanity. u may think im psycho. but really, that was the last he was going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108156378357584137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108156378357584137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108156378357584137' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108132577268053413</id><published>2004-04-07T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T10:06:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.....Al GreenAin't no sunshine when she's gone,it's not warm when she's away.Ain't no sunshine when she's gone,and she's always gone too longanytime she goes away.Wonder, this time where she's gone,wonder if she's gonna stayAin't no sunshine when she's gone,and this house just ain't no home,anytime she goes away.And i know,i know, i know, i know, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108132577268053413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108132577268053413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108132577268053413' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108131838433156474</id><published>2004-04-07T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T15:53:28.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:dying....the teenage drama queen way:.i was glad i get to see Nad &amp; Dill yesterday. they made me feel better about my pathetic self. i held on to each of them as if i could not let go. i was so afraid i cant get to see them again when i wake up today. i was afraid i couldnt touch them &amp; feel their chubby cheeks agaisnt mine. ive missed them so much. they cheer me up a lil with their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108131838433156474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108131838433156474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108131838433156474' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108123278744875702</id><published>2004-04-06T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:33:25.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.:my unspoken thoughts of you:.funny how i was thinking about him &amp; he suddenly appears in front of me. coincidence perhaps? fate? i was thinking about my last valentine. the presents now are in the box we bought together. the card, the little hearts he took from the mcdonald at BPP, the anklet &amp; badge he gave me. even this bread tag which he bought while we were in Sentosa are in that box. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108123278744875702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108123278744875702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123278744875702' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108112891085999007</id><published>2004-04-05T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T09:37:52.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hopeless &amp; alone stilli have no life. i just realised that as i lugged my heavy bag to schl today. no,im not going out today. im working. like a mad man, im working. why? whatever the hell for? retail therapy they say. yeah, must be that. i intent to shop till i drop. so jealous my boos get to go shopping on weekends while me...... i work. why do i work? why do i work so hard but spend all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108112891085999007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108112891085999007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108112891085999007' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108082232153937750</id><published>2004-04-01T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:29:17.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will Survive.....CakeAt first I was afraidI was petrifiedI kept thinking I could never live without youBy my sideBut then I spent so many nightsJust thinking how you've done me wrongI grew strongI learned how to get alongAnd so you're backFrom outer spaceI just walked in to find youHere without that look upon your faceI should have changed my fucking lockI would have made you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108082232153937750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108082232153937750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082232153937750' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108071931794054313</id><published>2004-03-31T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T15:51:14.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he is coming back...im so lazy to go out. its way too warm nowadays. even if i just wear  my bra when i go out, id still be sweating.  so, weather....please be nice. can u at least be windy? its too hot. pls have pity.i hate being home. no one looks for me.but when there IS someone who looks for me, its usually nothing good dat comes from their stinky mouths. lookie here &amp; u will understand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108071931794054313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108071931794054313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108071931794054313' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108062731433324959</id><published>2004-03-30T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:18:29.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your True Nature by llScorpiusllUsernameThe quality that most appeals to you:CreativityIn a survival situation, you:Fight, and enjoy itYour hidden talent is:Spiritual wisdomYour gift is:Sexual prowessIn groups, you:Feel uncomfortableYour best quality is:Your kindnessYour weakness is:Your overbearing natureCreated with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!*Hahahaha! This is funny. I dont think I fight in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108062731433324959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108062731433324959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108062731433324959' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108062714571107442</id><published>2004-03-30T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:15:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can i really survive?yesterday i watched "the practice". bobby kissed his old flame. lindsey walked in on it. lindsey confronted the other woman, sarah &amp; asked if bobby loved her. sarah didnt know. "do u love bobby?", lindsey asked. "i dont know. he just wants reassurance coz he doesnt know who he is anymore. he wants u to hold him. to love him. but u dont give that. he looks for love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108062714571107442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108062714571107442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108062714571107442' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108052304896286175</id><published>2004-03-29T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T10:41:49.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Love Situation by AmberishjewelUsername?Your Love Is...DarkDuring Lovemaking You Act...Like a cat, longing to be petYour Partner Is...Your supportYour Partner Has Said That You...Are their only loveYour Love is Summed Up In A Quote."Play is not for kids alone"Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!*My love is dark? Thats a first.Maybe it is.Not alot of ppl can handle me. Haha! My partner said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108052304896286175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108052304896286175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052304896286175' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108044096481553438</id><published>2004-03-28T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:19:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"its over, its over now......"singlehood, im back. did u miss me? i sure as hell missed u. well, im back now. how pathetic i am. he left me. not that it matters now. yes, the bitter heart has spoken. well, im ok. i think. it doesnt matter what happened. the breather thing must have done something good for him coz he didnt remember to come back. he couldnt be bothered to salvage what we had. too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108044096481553438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108044096481553438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108044096481553438' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108002309780677462</id><published>2004-03-23T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T14:27:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>needing somebody &amp; alwaysi need to find myself again. im going soul-searching. just 8 days to make me be a better person in this relationship. will i be a better person? we wont know until its the end of this mini-separation. so at this moment in time, im by myself. we have been by ourselves anyway. so,it makes no difference now. or does it? we will know by friday.ive been a very bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108002309780677462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108002309780677462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108002309780677462' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-108002085145522444</id><published>2004-03-23T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T13:49:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Miss You.....Blink 182Hello there, the angel from my nightmareThe shadow in the background of the morgueThe unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valleyWe can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find meWe'll have Halloween on ChristmasAnd in the night we'll wish this never endsWe'll wish this never ends I miss you miss youI miss you miss youWhere are you and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108002085145522444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/108002085145522444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108002085145522444' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107967351569792248</id><published>2004-03-19T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:49:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>change myself = killing myself. "there is a great change in the air. the rain ceases to fall. have i sinned enough? will the nightmare end? what if it doesnt? will i continue living this lie i have grown so accustomed to? can we move away from the pain &amp; continue living like we used to? or do i have to make drastic changes to myself? thus killing myself with the blade i intend to kill u with...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107967351569792248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107967351569792248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967351569792248' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107941101495511977</id><published>2004-03-16T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T12:41:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all my life,i prayed 4 someone like u..i dont know why i needed to blog. but i just hv to. even if its to write nonscensical tawts. i noticed my frens are caught up in their own problems.i feel their pain. Dil's mom is out on the prowl again. how scary is that? hope Dil could get thru this tough situation alive. we will pray 4 u,Dill. Nad's mom is on some strike agaisnt housework. ive had my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107941101495511977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107941101495511977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941101495511977' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107906485959056180</id><published>2004-03-12T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T12:16:37.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>will the darkness pass? as i was on my way to schl today,the skies were dark. it was cold. there was not a ray of light in sight. but as i headed further up the east-west line, the skies had this single ray of light bursting in thru the darkness.it was beautiful in its virginal existance. is it an omen of better things to come? that the darkness will soon pass? i hope it is. well, it looks like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107906485959056180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107906485959056180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906485959056180' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107892947766054380</id><published>2004-03-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:40:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the crampy nervous bum speakshe was a liberal nudist? hahaha! thats amusing. &amp; me? i was a nervous bum. how funny is that? weird. i never thought myself as highly as that friggin' stupid quiz did. hahaha! again,im being sarcastic here. apparently i hv to make it clear when im being funny, mean or sarcastic in my blogs since they seem to be doing me more harm than good.been feeling so cramped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107892947766054380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107892947766054380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892947766054380' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107890412086592015</id><published>2004-03-10T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T15:37:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Iswardi Ismail wasa Liberal Nudistin a past life.Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107890412086592015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107890412086592015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107890412086592015' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107849530734004269</id><published>2004-03-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T22:03:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kau pergi tak kembalii love watching ol' movies that came from my childhood. im such a lame fuck-ette. im watching "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" @ the moment. talking about a non-existant exciting life huh? i dont club u know. im more angelic than i make myself out to be. haha. yeah,right Kat. whatever.whats up with the ol' schl malay song u ask. i dont know....i fell in love with the song when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107849530734004269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107849530734004269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849530734004269' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107849199026445523</id><published>2004-03-05T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:08:41.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kau Pergi Jua.....Adam AhmadWajahmuSeindah serinya pelangi yang indahSeharum mawar putih segar berkembangWajahmuMengapa sering terbayang dimatakuSehingga terbawa didalam mimpikuSayangkuTahukah kau didalam hatiku iniTersimpan perasaan cinta nan suciKau bungaIngin kusuntingmu menjadi milikkuLantas kuabadikan dalam jiwakuSayangnyaHarapan yang selama ini kubawaHancur berkecai musnah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107849199026445523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107849199026445523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849199026445523' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107845858551343148</id><published>2004-03-05T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T13:21:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favorite thing about your boyfriend?:i like the way he hugs me close to his warm body. What color are his eyes?:black What color is his hair?:black with white hairs &amp; a few patches of gold(?) in them.. haha. Whats his favorite color?:black Whats his favorite movie?:he likes anything he watches with me. When your alone what do you do?:hehehe... *cheeky laugh* Whens his birthday?:10 April 1984. kan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107845858551343148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107845858551343148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845858551343148' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107845507565476199</id><published>2004-03-05T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T10:56:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kartini wasa Nervous Bumin a past life.Discover your past lives @ Quiz MeHeart of Chocolate What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107845507565476199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107845507565476199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845507565476199' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107837587207631441</id><published>2004-03-04T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:53:21.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wadi's thoughtsbie, why are so confused??? why you make it so complicating for yourself.... why do you have to write it here and not to my face... and let the whole world know... As time passes by, cracks started to appear. I was 'bout to experience one of my worse fears... There were less kisses but more painful fights, no more laughter but more sleepless nights... i'm really tired of living </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107837587207631441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107837587207631441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107837587207631441' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107836292728626251</id><published>2004-03-04T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T10:58:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>invasionhave u ever had an invasion that was so drastically uncalled for,that had no warning whatsoever, that u hardly have time to prepare urself for it? yeah.....im having one of those things now.im stuck in a rut coz i dont know what to do about it. should i open my bitching trap &amp; say that it bugs me? or should i remain dumb &amp; non-chalant about it? i know i couldnt be the latter. im too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107836292728626251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107836292728626251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836292728626251' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107830030249307189</id><published>2004-03-03T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T15:53:50.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from your beloved boyfren:you always pick the best times to drop the worst linesyou almost made me cry again this time but its another false alarmred flashing lights...well this time i'm not going to watch myself die i think i made it a game to play your gameand let myself cry...i let myself burried alive on the insideso i could shut you out and let you go for a long time...i guess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107830030249307189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107830030249307189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107830030249307189' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107811519917327833</id><published>2004-03-01T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T12:28:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty,laughter, life, magic...that's what you are allabout. You are refreshingly innocent and happywith your life of purity and play. Life's agame and it's a good one. In your eyes there'sno way to lose! You can be very mischeivous andhave been known to cause trouble, but it's allin the name of fun and not meant to really harmanyone. You like to play tricks on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107811519917327833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107811519917327833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107811519917327833' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107810488173580194</id><published>2004-03-01T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T11:27:46.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the nations worthlessbising lah si Dila tu....tak tau kape org ngah keje? mana ada masa nak update? ni lah akibat dapat kwn2 penganggur... sampaikan benda2 yang takde org heran nak dgr pon dia blh tuliskan. =)  nak aku nyanyi tak lagu "Penganggur" dari arwah Sudirman? eh...jgn ketawa k? mmg ada lagu sial tu lah!tak tau maka tak kenal.. ceh! mcm betul aje aku ni.i realised that i see so many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107810488173580194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107810488173580194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107810488173580194' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107776027432230661</id><published>2004-02-26T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T10:42:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>abandoned &amp; neglected...broken on the floori feel like ive come to my wits end. im an emotional wreck.i feel so lost. can u be the beacon that shines in my darkest hour? i dont know why i feel so abandoned, unwanted. unloved. am i supposed to feel that way? ive tried to do everything i could to make u happy. i dont know why i put in so much effort when im greeted by such non-chalantness. it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107776027432230661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107776027432230661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776027432230661' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107775719733192224</id><published>2004-02-26T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T09:01:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont Wanna Try....Frankie J[Verse 1]i can't believe u had the nerve to say the things u said they hurt so bad that they ended our relationship i can't believe it ..4 years go down the drain oh how i wish things would of happened so differently i try'd to save it so many times but you still couldn't see u kept insistin' and resistin' that u would not fall again and now u tryin' to tell me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107775719733192224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107775719733192224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107775719733192224' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107750734235935560</id><published>2004-02-23T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T11:37:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haphazard thoughts of the lazy fuck.forced to do my java here. i did some of it. ok..leisure time. "buatnye sikit tapi nak main nye lebih..."something my mom would say when i was younger &amp; i refused to do my work. oooohhh...that was ages ago. now my mom couldnt be bothered if i return home to hv dinner anymore. boy am i ravenous... my stomach is literary growling! bored as hell too. yes! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107750734235935560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107750734235935560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750734235935560' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107749806617952520</id><published>2004-02-23T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T09:04:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love. You Truly Desire Love. You long for someoneto hold you and take the pain away. You haven'tbeen in much relationships or you need to workon how to handle them. You always seem lost ina daydream about the person you care aboutmost. What Do You Truly Desire? *PICS* brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107749806617952520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107749806617952520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107749806617952520' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107725039538524661</id><published>2004-02-20T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:15:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happier nowim having my test at the moment. we are trying our best to copy. with sore muscles &amp; aching backs,me &amp; the rest of FL0207V copy as undiscreetly we could. thats ite for u. i cant be bothered so im updating my blog. the paper lay upon the table barely untouched. once i hear an answer being passed around,i will do my test. but 4 now....everyone is trying hard to "jampi" the teacher so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107725039538524661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107725039538524661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107725039538524661' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107702603998702412</id><published>2004-02-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:56:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lonliness dominates you. You can hide it well, butits there, and your friends can see it. Youconstantly feel alone, and need to do things tofill your time. Your afraid to tell peoplethis, but sooner or later it gets out in a badway, and you think you screwed up everything.And when you are in love is when you are sadthe most.  What Emotion Dominates you?  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107702603998702412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107702603998702412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702603998702412' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107702515001813942</id><published>2004-02-17T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:48:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me,myself &amp; i now.... thank u for snapping me back to reality. thank u for letting me have my cake and letting me eat it too. thank u for being there when no one else was. thank u for being the "boyfriend" i never had. maybe u were too good for me. maybe we shouldnt have met at all if i was such a pain in the neck for u. maybe i never knew how my friends actually love me more than i can ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107702515001813942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107702515001813942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702515001813942' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107689507098234359</id><published>2004-02-16T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:52:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my darling valentinei had the most wonderful valentines this year. it was my first. u might think someone as "active" as me would have bountiful dates on that special day. my fucked up life has never had me be seen with a stable bf on valentines. but thats another story for another time.we met quite early in the morning. he was so romantic. i laughed at the extra effort he took just to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107689507098234359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107689507098234359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689507098234359' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107654928706852164</id><published>2004-02-12T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:54:08.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are u really happy?"i feel so happy today.""so basically ure telling me u hvnt been happy all this time?" "dont says that! ive been happy with u. im just...happier today."in my mind... "only today ure happier?" sometimes i do wonder if ure happy with me. i just read Dill's blog. im sorry to hear about the things he said. i bow my head in pain along with urs. i hope ure ok. u know where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107654928706852164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107654928706852164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654928706852164' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107630153174680559</id><published>2004-02-09T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T12:40:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so happy together.lost in love.. i cant help but think about the ppl who are damn unhappy of our union. so be it. ive learnt to take the good along with the bad. i dont blame u for the way ure feeling."bunga bukan sekuntum",a jerk said. if that is so....why are u getting so riled up about my happiness? let us be. i dont mind ppl telling me they hate me. im sure my beau have his fair share of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107630153174680559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107630153174680559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630153174680559' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107612304399939048</id><published>2004-02-07T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:47:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ode To My "Ow"i know Congs is somewhat lonely. i must say...i feel bad that it has to happen. the unevitable fact that all of us are now attached,she is left alone. she wishes us only the best with our beaus. i understand that she is giving us time to be with our beaus. but in that behind good-natureness that she shows...she is really dying a slow death. she is missing us.  she is stretched </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107612304399939048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107612304399939048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612304399939048' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107603825884370681</id><published>2004-02-06T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T11:50:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dangerously In Love...BeyonceI love youBaby I love youYou are my lifeMy happiest moments weren't completeIf you weren't by my sideYou're my relationIn connection to the sunWith you next to meThere's no darkness I can't overcomeYou are my raindropI am the seaWith you and God, who's my sunlightI bloom and grow so beautifullyBaby, I'm so proudSo proud to be your girlYou make the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107603825884370681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107603825884370681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603825884370681' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107594293907629564</id><published>2004-02-05T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T11:22:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my other halfhehe.i just read Dil's blog. i missed u too! ure damn kepo not inquisitive. inquisitive konon.... haha! ngarut seh! dahlah perasan dia dpt bird flu. kau ni gila agaknye. nanti kita jumpa besok k? wardi wants to see u boos too. nad..suka benar aku panggil kau tua. maklomlah...each hari raya mesti kena tanya bub psle results. hahah! yes..those lame stories keep me smiling each time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107594293907629564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107594293907629564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594293907629564' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107581451138108988</id><published>2004-02-03T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:23:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally..i went on a soul reviving crash course. im ok now. i feel free. im happier too. i dont remember feeling this...elated. im going to be ok i guess. must be the fact that im actually moving on frm my depression. dont ask about hari raya haji. it was awful. know i know why i should NEVER marry into some guy's family. let him marry into mine. am i making sense? no? good... that means im ok </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107581451138108988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107581451138108988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107581451138108988' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107534068237531208</id><published>2004-01-29T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:44:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodbye katso,uve heard of my definite infidelity to my "clear" record of "things not to do" over at Embassy. actually......it was damn horrific. it was boring &amp; lame. full of munjens. not that i mind. the 1st hour had us pretty much watered down with nothing to do but drink &amp; talk. Congs got drunk. she kept screaming. it was pretty much of a torture 4 me then everyone else. BCOZ I WAS THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107534068237531208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107534068237531208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107534068237531208' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107508092608683489</id><published>2004-01-26T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T12:23:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the bad,the sad &amp; the ever so restlessi know im a selfish friend. i admit it. im not afraid to. but i cant help it sometimes. a leo will always be self-centered. the world revolves around us. that i believe is what every leo's lil dream is. but i secretly know it does. hehe! but then u hv to take off ur hats to us (or anything that is keeping us naked bodies apart..)..we do make ur lives </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107508092608683489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107508092608683489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508092608683489' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107447569096445241</id><published>2004-01-19T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T15:28:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are u that somebody? tell me ure that somebody..i want a boyfriend. ok,i sound desperate. let me rephrase that..  i NEED a boyfriend. didnt help huh? haha! yeah, i know.i had a long weekend to think about what i could write about. and i decided to write what i want in a boyfren.perfect? he doesnt hv to be perfect. im not. he doesnt hv to hv exceptionally gd looks. as long as he is pleasant to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107447569096445241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107447569096445241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447569096445241' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107422817348138081</id><published>2004-01-16T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T12:44:14.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont Speak...No DoubtYou and me We used to be together Everyday together always I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believeThis could be the end It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real Well I don't want to know Don't speak I know just what you're sayingSo please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't speak I know what you're thinking I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107422817348138081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107422817348138081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422817348138081' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107422439112006847</id><published>2004-01-16T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T11:44:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What attracts people to you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107422439112006847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107422439112006847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422439112006847' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107412996821699884</id><published>2004-01-15T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T10:32:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anak Metropolitan....Rowdy Girls style!caution! explicit content. pls keep underage minors away from my blog.. NOW! or ppl who hate this kind of things..i cant believe that ppl hate me. not that im surprised of course. but im shocked at the extreme childishness sluts can go to. che! nak step advice aku konon... who needs the fucking advicing now,u cheap black skank? oh come on, cant u handle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107412996821699884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107412996821699884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412996821699884' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107387710161027718</id><published>2004-01-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T11:12:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthday BearYou are the partier of the bunch! No matter what's going on, you can find a reason to throw a big bash. You're extremely outgoing and love to show others how to have a good time.Take the Which Care Bear Are You? Quiz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107387710161027718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107387710161027718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387710161027718' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107387135085840024</id><published>2004-01-12T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T11:03:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>suddenly there seems nothing more mundane than to breathe. i feel like running away. i need to. oh no! here i go again... running away when i see trouble. when i feel my heart starts to grow attached to someone im not supposed to. its better that i do. so that i cant hv my heart wrenched out like a butcher gutting carcasses. vivid description? yes it is.. but that is exactly how i feel. ive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107387135085840024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107387135085840024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387135085840024' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107352473077622726</id><published>2004-01-08T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T09:36:03.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHUT UP....IM SICK OF HEARING UR VOICE!i cant stand u telling me u love me. dont lie. for god's freaking sake...dont lie. its not as if i couldnt tell the difference between sweet,empty promises &amp; real, endearing love. there is no love anymore. why cant u just love me without expecting much in return? hv u never heard of real love? the kind of love that comes from nothing but just feeling this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107352473077622726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107352473077622726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107352473077622726' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107352325547582074</id><published>2004-01-08T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T09:08:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Youre the Fire Fairy&gt; You love fire of course! Youburn everthing you see, but youre very cheerfuland easy going. Now please vote for me even ifits a 1!!! Please!! Which Beautiful Amy Brown Fairy Are You?  (with pretty pics) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107352325547582074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107352325547582074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107352325547582074' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107326919878843084</id><published>2004-01-05T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T10:21:09.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's My Life..No DoubtIt's funny how I find myselfIn love with youIf I could buy my reasoningI'd pay to loseOne half won't doI've asked myselfHow much do youCommit yourself?It's my lifeDon't you forgetIt's my lifeIt never ends (It never ends...)Funny how I blind myselfI never knewIf I was sometimes played uponAfraid to loseOh, I'd tell myselfWhat good do you doConvince </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107326919878843084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107326919878843084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326919878843084' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107326445643613682</id><published>2004-01-05T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T10:17:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its my life... right here.yes! im in schl! i have internet! YAHOOOOO!! i tawt id never see the light of day.. my internet accounts have failed on me. dont bother sending me email. pls inform durga on my behalf. i will make a new account as soon as i am able to. now, im just happy i can blog. *blows out anticipated, held breath....* still depressed. yes siree... that hasnt changed. but i think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107326445643613682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107326445643613682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326445643613682' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107285809178884055</id><published>2003-12-31T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T16:10:03.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strawberry fields foreverhappy new year to my ppl.2003 was great but we have to let go now.i had some gr8 times. some were heart-breaking.but i still live on.well, at least i try to...we all do actually. after being so internet-less at home, im beginning to forget my passwords n shit like that. yes, the computer died out on me.its my fault. im a murderer.. hahah! not that it matters anymore. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107285809178884055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107285809178884055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107285809178884055' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107120706786514708</id><published>2003-12-12T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T13:32:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My lonesome crusadesumtimes i wander why so many pple luv me. Can u blame if i only want the best? i dunn want sumone to just luv me, i want to love him back! its so sick having to kiss so many frogs, before i can finally find my prince. i'm happy being single, i can be wif anyone i want, i can go out wif anyone i choose, i hav no one to tell me wat i should do where or think! i my own person </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107120706786514708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107120706786514708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120706786514708' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-107011241723842550</id><published>2003-11-29T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:54:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C.O.N.F.U.S.I.O.Nsigh~im so lost right now. i just got back from Mimi's place n i visited his mom. i feel so sad entering that house again bcoz of all the memories i once had there. be it ones that are emotionally charged or otherwise.. i feel a great sense of loss during this festive season. i dont like hari raya. dont ask me why. i just do. yes..da first day was meaningful n all.... forgiving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107011241723842550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/107011241723842550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107011241723842550' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-106938594187008670</id><published>2003-11-21T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T11:39:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relinquishing ALL Ties That Bindive managed to get over my loss pride. yes, n i thank Congs n Gee for being helpful. im not being sarcastic or anything. it comes frm the heart. im so over that ABJ. he is one pathetic asshole which i hope i do not meet anytime soon or in my next lifetime for that matter! i realise that ive been chasing empty forsaken dreams when i shouldnt hv. but i know my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/106938594187008670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/106938594187008670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938594187008670' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-106906176790724371</id><published>2003-11-17T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:36:30.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your soul is bound to the Black Rose: TheWicked."I am the wicked specemin of sin with noprofound logic to believe in.  Hold me tight,but don't hold me close, I go where Idesire."The Black Rose is associated with manipulation,control, and virtuosity.  It is governed by thegoddess Psyche and its sign is The Tapestry, orCrafted Love.As a Black Rose, you may have a slight wickedstreak running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/106906176790724371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/106906176790724371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106906176790724371' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-106904692827178379</id><published>2003-11-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:29:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the fall from greatness is a hard one especially when i was so high upu see, i hv ppl telling me that im the most ungrateful ingrate in the world. that im a bloody idiot when it comes to matters of the heart. i dont know how to be patient. im so stuborn. im this, im that... im never good enough. basically, im the worst of the lot &amp; i will never change. yes, simply they put it that way.im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/106904692827178379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/106904692827178379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904692827178379' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5667823.post-106881311773699339</id><published>2003-11-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T20:32:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hell hath no fury like a woman scorned*wears Xena suit. padang in hand &amp; sheild in the other. war paint applied to cheeks. ties strap across forehead. straps up ball-kicking boots, sharpening heels giving my kick a bigger impact then it already is. tightens bodice to ensure easy running.*im all set for war. u hv just officially engaged urself in a war of the sexes! just be prepared to lose to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/106881311773699339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5667823/posts/default/106881311773699339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slapmeupwifcream.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106881311773699339' title=''/><author><name>Kat meow-meow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09624187989820511409</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></entry></feed>
