<?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-5420173092776535439</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:45:28.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gorgeouslysinful,ouch!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420173092776535439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BimbO-ShitO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05725294861748017196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz8r4VZcFyU/SRNkYt1rPnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kJfbfZvbiWY/S220/DSC00311.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420173092776535439.post-3284113655356444587</id><published>2009-01-20T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:11:25.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty ever after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its 2009 already.The blog is full of spiderwebs n dust.Damn filthy.Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhows,i've decided to put a fullstop to my current relationship and transform it into friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I only prays that one day he'll understand n learn to accept tings dat doesnt go his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cus seriously he's just hurting me n makin me suffer in dis r'ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im the one tryin hard to let go and there he is creatin more obstacles for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And believe me,i've went too many obstacles with him already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It just wun work afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to family restrictions which i have to obey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sad thing is,i cant see myself with him in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's totally none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun wana waste his time n mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dun wana make dis more harder just like how u ppl advised me earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let go while u can,let go while it still early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tryin to change to become a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;More feminine n soft-spoken,like how i used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And i wana become a family person! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos sumone accused me of trying to act like a SUMBODY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;like puhlease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;U tink ur the only person with an ego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With a temper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to patience,i've tried to remain silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But its gettin too much,and now i've rebel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my mouth cant stop hurling vulgarities str8 to ur face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;U tink good naive kental girls dun have the right to be angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when they're mad,it doesnt make dem a SUMBODY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was u who created dem to be a sumbody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos ur the role model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dey followed ur into footsteps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when dat person started hurling tings which u've ever scold dem before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;u said dey wana becum sumbody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whaddha heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When a sweet girl meets a matrip,dey can take over the role of a matrip due to the way they speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But dat doesnt make her a MINAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And dat doesnt make her a SOMEBODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;U wana point fingers,point dem str8 to the matrip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the rest is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps,i never self proclaimed to be sumone or act like one cos im just feeza. The only ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420173092776535439-3284113655356444587?l=iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com/feeds/3284113655356444587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5420173092776535439&amp;postID=3284113655356444587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420173092776535439/posts/default/3284113655356444587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420173092776535439/posts/default/3284113655356444587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-ever-after.html' title='pretty ever after'/><author><name>BimbO-ShitO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05725294861748017196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz8r4VZcFyU/SRNkYt1rPnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kJfbfZvbiWY/S220/DSC00311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420173092776535439.post-7687610997273037420</id><published>2008-11-12T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:33:13.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion Unstability</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel so shitty.It feels like shit.Im so fucked up.I dunno wad else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My only damn weakness is vulnerability and people tend to step over my fucking damn head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And yeah,it feels like shit.Lemme repeat dat,SHIT!I dunno how guys look at we girls nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do we have '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SLUT,WHORE,BITCH,PROSTITUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;' tattooed on our forehead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just for the record,i dun like SHARING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't accept all these infidelity and adultery crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not even wen i happened to be ur old time friend.NO!Not with me.U can fool the other party.But just not with me.Ive been thru enuff.I've sufferred tremendous pain already.I don't wana go thru dat fuckin scene anymore.Oh yeah,u can go on blabbering sympathising with whatever shits i've been thru.But,u make no difference to some jerks or assholes out dere.U're just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh wait,maybe i was right all along.maybe i was blinded but all those sweet talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah,vulnerability causes heart pain.YES! (with an exclamation mark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But guys keep sayin no and yadayadayada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You noe wad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KISS MY FUCKIN WHITE ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe i was right all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the very first start,u were just playing with emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U were just fooling around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And yeah,dis will be the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cos from now on i shall despise u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We finally met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We had our last kiss,last hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But dere wasn't any goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Let it remain this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Let the words remain unspoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cos as far as i am concern,if i happened to see u again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll pretend i dunno u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cos i dun wana fall for u again and again and again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And let my emotions go thru all the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been dere done dat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENUFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420173092776535439-7687610997273037420?l=iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com/feeds/7687610997273037420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5420173092776535439&amp;postID=7687610997273037420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420173092776535439/posts/default/7687610997273037420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420173092776535439/posts/default/7687610997273037420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com/2008/11/emotion-unstability.html' title='Emotion Unstability'/><author><name>BimbO-ShitO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05725294861748017196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz8r4VZcFyU/SRNkYt1rPnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kJfbfZvbiWY/S220/DSC00311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420173092776535439.post-9144539569946652392</id><published>2008-11-06T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:49:59.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;duno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shall i start with the usual introduction of blablabla or shall i just get straight to the facts? I mean i dun wana bore u ppl with the same lame-oh lame-oh leyy.Whatever.Anyways,durin my absence from all these blogging shits,i've closed my previous account (so take note) and decide to create a new one.I love rantin shits and express myself through writings.I miss the emo. Haha. And plus its an easy accessibility to keep updated about ur dearest BFF's.I mean dun lie u bitches.Sometimes u just dun have the time to make that simple phone call.But deep down,u noe u're dere for each other.kan kan kan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old school bitches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was very impromptu lor.Cheeey macam tgh rehearsals pulak.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Zahida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,yess that crazy woman smsed at 6 in the morning.Yes,at 6am!Just to ask why the hell i called last night.So from there,we both found out that we're free,jobless and of no fucking use.So we decided to go job hunting.I recently ended my contract with Diners International Club dealing with Credit Cards and all that sorts lah.Previously,i was working in United Colors of Benetton.For a year then quit. Some will say im stupid and some will say u did the right thing.But for the record,im sick of SHIFT WORK!Imagine i have to work during public holidays and couldn't attend to any special functions due to work?Just imagine.The only thing i miss is Visual Merchandising.I love dressing up the dolls.And god noes wad happened to the dolls durin my absence.I bet they are dressed like an ugly fugly.Whats new,being dressed up by an old nyonya.Ooops!Sorry but i just dun seem to like you dat much.Ok back to the bitches.Decided to have lunch with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.And yes camwhoring sessions,bitching sessions.Why do i miss out on all the fun and excitement especially when it involves gossips?Say wad the fuck u wana say.Im a girl.Dats wad we girls do.To end the day,i met the boyfriend in the evening.We all go our separate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sorry nored.Hehe. Zahidah lah siol rabak paitao ko.Kwang3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ans so i end the day with the boyfriend.I can't help feeling a lil bit of teensy bitsy of guilt. Shall not elaborate more.But i really hope this will work out in the end.I really hope you change. And yes,i like this part. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Gemok-gemok gini pon ada jugak org nak kenal2 dgn aku eh B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. I've gained 4-5 kg in one fuckin year.I stopped dancing for a year.Request from the BF.But now the BF dah gerek.I can do shows from now on.Atleast i earn money lah bb.I got paid for a few hundred bux for a 5 minute show.Org gila je sial yg taknak.But hell no bb,you are not back to bartending. Kalau ko nk declare war dgn aku,ko go ahead.Ini part aku &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FANATIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And sooooooooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shall be meeting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Zahida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again in the morning for more job hunting madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So stay tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeza A,Chao.(mcm kenal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5420173092776535439-9144539569946652392?l=iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com/feeds/9144539569946652392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5420173092776535439&amp;postID=9144539569946652392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420173092776535439/posts/default/9144539569946652392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5420173092776535439/posts/default/9144539569946652392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iam-gorgeouslysinful.blogspot.com/2008/11/test-test.html' title='test test'/><author><name>BimbO-ShitO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05725294861748017196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zz8r4VZcFyU/SRNkYt1rPnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kJfbfZvbiWY/S220/DSC00311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
