<?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-26181554</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:43:12.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GeT HooKeD bY uS.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-8122349412294168838</id><published>2007-12-31T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:47:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Next year, this time, I wonder if I would still be together will Kel. As I lay in bed yesterday (with him sleeping beside me), I start to think of our relationship. I ask him if he thinks we are suitable for each other before he fell asleep and he kept quiet. Well, I got the answer. Guys tend to keep their silence when the answer to a question that a girl asked is negative. I didn’t probe further. Deep down inside, I know that he wasn’t my cup of tea. I know it right from the start. But I want to believe that opposite do attract. Things may be interesting at first. But as the nonsensical quarrels set in over the most insignificant matters, I start to get real upset at first. Subsequently, I start to hope that a more suitable guy will come along. I am hoping that this long holiday will be over soon so that we can spend some time apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, this time, I wonder who I will be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-8122349412294168838?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8122349412294168838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=8122349412294168838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8122349412294168838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8122349412294168838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-8157953378146497869</id><published>2007-12-27T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:24:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'The One'</title><content type='html'>Where has the simple fairy tale of love gone to? Where boy and girl meets, fall in love and live happily ever after. I guess happily ever after wasn’t that easy after all. When reality hits you, it’s not all about love anymore. We have got to be practical. We have got to be realistic. We have got to be financially stable before we can talk about being happily ever after. In every relationship I have, there will come a point where by we get so sick of each other. Though unspoken, it’s understood that both of us just can’t spend as much time together as we spend when in honeymoon and still feel so happy and energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 1 week, Kel and I had been spending all the time together. The first few days seems sweet especially after we have not met for like 2 weeks. We spend our time doing our Christmas shopping and having nice dinner together. But after the 3rd or 4th day, I got real tired and bored. I mean, we had spend all the time doing what we can and what our energy allow (yes, that includes SEX) and towards the 3rd day, we have got totally no more activities in mind. I get real bored. I start to think that if we are really suitable for each other. I start to wonder if I can really live with this guy. I start to wonder if I really love him that much. I start to think that if he is ‘the one’. He seems to be like nothing I am looking for. Am I with him just coz he happens to be around at the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-8157953378146497869?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8157953378146497869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=8157953378146497869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8157953378146497869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8157953378146497869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/12/one.html' title='&apos;The One&apos;'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-8630817098721436958</id><published>2007-12-05T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:56:51.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days...</title><content type='html'>Where sweet nothings are whispered free flow into my ears... Here comes the reality.... 'Stop crying', he said impatiently as I was weeping over the phone coz I feel I am losing my foothold in his heart. I cried even harder. I just can't help it... Why am I getting so emo nowadays... Well, maybe I just can't see why young guys can be trusted. The insecurities are taking over me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-8630817098721436958?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8630817098721436958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=8630817098721436958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8630817098721436958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8630817098721436958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/12/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-1485190652017357376</id><published>2007-12-04T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:58:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe... Just Maybe...</title><content type='html'>When we just know each other, he is always the one who wants more of me. And he always wants to know more of me. Now that he knows me, I am starting to feel the resentment he had towards me. The quarrels that we had more than frequently are wearing him down. He is tired of reporting his every move to me. And more than I wish can, I CAN”T SAY END IT JUST LIKE THIS. I am not a strong girl that I portray. I am weak, I am a gu niang. I am weaker than you think. I need assurance, I need security, I need affirmation, and most importantly, I NEED TO BE NEEDED. You say you need freedom. You say you don’t like to be controlled. Yes I know, I read it before. If you want to catch a man’s heart, you can’t hold on to them too tightly. The more you leave them alone, the more they want you to ask about them. But to put them into actions, I CAN”T. I FREAKING CAN’T DO IT. I hate not knowing where you are. I hate not knowing what you are doing. I am so afraid that I am not as important to you as you are to me. I am paranoid. I am scare… Coz maybe… Just maybe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to fall in love with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-1485190652017357376?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1485190652017357376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=1485190652017357376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/1485190652017357376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/1485190652017357376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-just-maybe.html' title='Maybe... Just Maybe...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-4796505660604281734</id><published>2007-12-03T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:12:55.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I aren’t dead...</title><content type='html'>In a moment of foolishness, after a quarrel with kel, I sent an email to him thinking that the email address won’t still be valid after er…3 years? I was so wrong….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you lately? I am not sure if this email is still valid, just trying my luck. Anyway, how’s work for you lately? A lot of things happened to me lately and I have no one to turn to. I wish I could turn back time and I would have treasured you more….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, always, forever&lt;br /&gt;Guardian Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent.&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothing about this email after that. But 2 days later, I was shocked to see his reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im married. We are waiting for our new house now and also a baby soon. Career is at its peak. I do not want to do anything to hurt my wife and baby if you get my meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet are words to describe the reply. I was in a daze for the day.Other than plain foolishness and stupid, I can’t find other words to describe my a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-4796505660604281734?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4796505660604281734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=4796505660604281734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/4796505660604281734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/4796505660604281734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-arent-dead.html' title='I aren’t dead...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-5924113381073629037</id><published>2007-07-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:25:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been dating Kel for close to 5 months now. 5 months.... It seems that I am so used to him now.... Used to seeing him around.... Used to having him running errands for me... Used to him being around when I just have no one to go out with. I can be almost sure that he's with me not only for sex... But he is truly, genuinely falling in love with me. He wants to go into a serious relationship with me. I should be happy, shouldn’t I? Yes right, he is not rich, he is young, he is not that handsome and he is still studying. But, above all of these, the least of the least, HE IS TRUE TO ME. Isn’t that the most important factor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes…. Just sometimes… I still can’t forget the times with ‘him’. Just that day, Kel and I were talking about shavers on the bus…. I was suddenly reminded of the times when he always cut himself when he shaves his moustache. I use to laugh at him and he used to shave my armpit for me using his shaver. Those little intimates’ moments that we share, I will never in my life forget. I suddenly turned quiet throughout the whole bus ride back to Jurong. I looked outside of the window and continue to think about those times that we share. Sometimes when I am eating something that I like, I would start to imagine how life would be like if we were still together. When I wore pants and shirt to work, I would think to myself that he would love it if he ever sees me in that outfit. I sometimes feel that my heart is only open for him and no one else. Maybe that’s the reason why I do not want to commit to Kel….. I am just confused… I am so used to Kel that I am not so sure if I really like him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there, I wish You are happy and thinking of me tonight… J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-5924113381073629037?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5924113381073629037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=5924113381073629037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/5924113381073629037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/5924113381073629037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-dating-kel-for-close-to-5.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-8250665508344665716</id><published>2007-05-09T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:43:08.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been trying hard. Trying hard look for the feelings that I used to have. I am lost and sad. So what that I have a great job that pays well? So what if I can have flexible working hours and I can step into the office in the afternoon so long as I get my job done. So what if my boss always bring me out with other big bosses for drinking session coz she sees great potential in me. So what that there is a dashing young man in the IT dept asking me out for lunch every now and then. So what that I know Kel is a good future investment and he likes me a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I still feel so EMPTY~ The more cash rich I am, the more empty I feel. I can't say that I am enjoying a high life now but at least I know that I can afford to eat at posh resturant every now and then without having to scrimp and save. I can afford to buy shoes every month from nine west, though its not as prestige as Jimmy Choos. I get to mingle around and hang out with people from the higher society and I get to drink red wine and act classy in front of those snobbish waiters and waitresses who would almost squat down to take my order. Just because I am with ang mohs, the treatment that I got from all these used-t0-be-snobbish waiters/waitress is so different. They call me mdm in front of every sentence. They say pls to every request. They say excuse me whenever they need to be excused. All I had to do is to bring the ang mohs to the KTVs in Singapore, help them to select those elvis songs and sing and drink along with them till wee hours. Isn't that what i wished for? But why am i still so empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-8250665508344665716?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8250665508344665716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=8250665508344665716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8250665508344665716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8250665508344665716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-trying-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-2694167909864938239</id><published>2007-04-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:31:58.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow-lah-Voo</title><content type='html'>I want someone who can sweep me off my feet. I want someone who send butterflies in my stomach. I want someone whom I can love like I nv love before. Kel just does not fit into all these. Yet, I want to have him by my side till I found that someone else. Yes, I am selfish. He is really a nice chap. But he just doesn't give me tha wow-lah-voo feeling when I see him. I am really guilty sometimes, feeling like such a bitch. But when I think back of those guys that hurt me, I thought that it would be better that someone else get hurt rather than myself. Life's nv fair anyway. I pray hard that karma dun befall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-2694167909864938239?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2694167909864938239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=2694167909864938239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/2694167909864938239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/2694167909864938239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-lah-voo.html' title='Wow-lah-Voo'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-2894042808663996349</id><published>2007-04-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:32:23.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have ever u wondered what it feels like to lay down on the sands at the beach....gazing at the night sky...fingering thru the stars..and jus feel the seabreeze flowing by....brushing softly across your skin...and soothing sounds from the waves...coming back and forth....jus relaxes you fully... and wouldn't it be even better... if you were cuddled tightly....making u feel u are the most desirable woman ever...and planting soft kisses on your earlobe...and your cheek...&lt;br /&gt;and jus gaze at u lovingly with deep piercing eyes....and jus gaze at u lovingly with deep piercing eyes....and jus gaze at u lovingly with deep piercing eyes....that seems to tell a million words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I picture that with kel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-2894042808663996349?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2894042808663996349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=2894042808663996349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/2894042808663996349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/2894042808663996349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-ever-u-wondered-what-it-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-3047033753141316044</id><published>2007-04-22T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:46:35.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lover Boy!</title><content type='html'>The starting of the relationship is always full of uncertainties and excitement. The kisses will always send a tingling feeling down your mind and up to your brain. You will always want to prolong those sweet kisses. Kel is a great kisser. He’s passionate and sometimes rough. He’s adventurous and likes to try out new stuffs. Just that day, he pinned me against the wall when kissing me. He raised both of my hands up and held them up with one hand while the other hands roamed my thighs. I felt so powerless and weak. He continued kissing me and slowly his kisses went slowly down my neck licking and sucking it at all the right places till I began letting out soft moans. We have already been dating for close to 2 months, but sex is still not in the picture yet… I think that’s the sweet part of the relationship. The sweetest part of the relationship to me is the time just before sex. The time when both of you are still in the process of discovering the likes and dislikes of each other. The time when both of us are still exploring the other’s party body. Kel is my lover boy. He wants me to commit. He says he loves me. He says he loves to kiss me. He says I am a great kisser. And I know he loves me more than I love him now… However so, I am scare. I am afraid of falling in love. I am afraid of getting hurt again. I don’t want to go through the vicious cycle again. Will he still love me as much after he got into my skirt? Will he still find me hot and pretty after he got me? I am confused and scared….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-3047033753141316044?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3047033753141316044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=3047033753141316044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/3047033753141316044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/3047033753141316044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-lover-boy.html' title='My lover Boy!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-7728544404186512844</id><published>2007-04-09T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:37:12.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you, Love you not?</title><content type='html'>Kel is really a nice guy. I can really feel his sincerity towards me. He is different from those horny bastards that I known. I have been seeing him for 1 month plus now. At first, I liked him. And I thought, I would like him more and more. But now… It was proven otherwise. I guess I just treated him as a companion in my lonely times. I told him that I liked him, and, I guessed that he thought that I liked him as much as he liked me or if not, almost the same… He really is nice to me, seriously. He is the only guy who lets me look at his hp without me asking to… He asks me to help him reply his smses when his hands are busy. He lets me have his msn and friendster passwords. He is always contactable. Basically, he is always there for me. But why? But can’t he send butterflies down my stomach? Why can’t he makes me feel that ‘Yes! You are the one!’ Just now, he said something to me, which makes me feel so shocked… “I think I’m falling for you” I didn’t see it coming at all… Maybe I did… But not so soon… I think I carried this game too far but yet, I don’t know how to stop. Or maybe, I just don’t want it to stop….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-7728544404186512844?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7728544404186512844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=7728544404186512844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/7728544404186512844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/7728544404186512844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-you-love-you-not.html' title='Love you, Love you not?'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-6979753445076345091</id><published>2007-03-30T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:33:36.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you...</title><content type='html'>If there was only one man I love in my life, it got to be him. I was with him for 4 years. I thought I know him inside out. I thought that I could just hold his hand till old and have sex with him and only him till his dick loses his functionality. I thought he thought the same way too. Though there are times when I look at him, I wish that he could be more handsome and less irritating. I wish that he can just stopped loving his car so much and put the attention on me instead. I wish he can be more romantic and not be shy to show PDA. But alas, that’s him! And I know that deep in my heart, I am going to spend my life with him. I picture myself screaming at him coz he throws the packet of leftovers potato chips on the floor. Picture us watching tele on the sofa while having sex at the same time. Picture living happily together…. It’s been 2 years. Though I still believe true love does exist, I sometimes wonder if I could still love anyone like I loved him. I wonder if I could open up to anyone like I did to him. So much wonderings of him with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'After what you've done to hurt me, I still think of you, and I hope you do think of me once in a while too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-6979753445076345091?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6979753445076345091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=6979753445076345091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6979753445076345091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6979753445076345091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-for-you.html' title='Just for you...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-6977170713226443082</id><published>2007-03-06T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:08:55.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jing is back again..</title><content type='html'>Don't be confused by the title... Kel (a guy i'm currently dating) reminds me of Jing… He calls me ‘Princess’. He teases me the way Jing used to do. He likes to take me walking aimlessly around without any plan (Jing used to do that too!). But still… he can’t replace the position of Jing in my heart. It’s really a shame that Jing and me cannot be together. However, I knew that we would always have a special place in each other’s heart. I may not be the woman of his life… But I do hope that he will still think of me sometimes… And one more thing… Kel let me scribble lovey dovey words in his diary like Jing used to. I record down everything from out first date to what movie we watch. I like him…. But somehow, something seems to be lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Jing and I exchanged a few smses these few days. We tell each other abt our recent life and how things have been going. We are meeting for dinner on Thursday. I never thought that we still could be friends after so much had happened. I hope everything turns out fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-6977170713226443082?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6977170713226443082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=6977170713226443082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6977170713226443082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6977170713226443082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/jing-is-back-again.html' title='Jing is back again..'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-7060378407147526818</id><published>2007-03-03T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:54:23.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone like the wind.</title><content type='html'>It comes to me like a lightning and goes away like the wind before I even knew it. These few words about sums up my feelings for the jerk. Yes, he is not ‘my man’ now. He is the jerk now. So after all, I don’t think I love him that much. Its just in the moment of impulse and in that moment when I feel that I needed someone like him and he appeared. Someone who reads my mind and someone who whispers sweet nothings to me. And also someone who always showers me with kisses and touches to let me knows that he cares. When he went overseas during the first week of Chinese New Year, he did not contact me at all. Not even a phone call. I did even realize that I dun think of him that much. Technically speaking, we did not even have a start, not to mention breaking off. Now that he is back from his trip, he still calls me and sms me. I continue to talk to him but this leads to him thinking that he still can continuing bedding me. -_-. Gosh, is he thinking with his penis or am I giving out wrong signal??? Opps… someone just called… goatta go! Update more later! Bye guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-7060378407147526818?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7060378407147526818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=7060378407147526818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/7060378407147526818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/7060378407147526818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/gone-like-wind.html' title='Gone like the wind.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-7811038067815963059</id><published>2007-02-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:13:46.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Sunday</title><content type='html'>I’ve always hated Sunday. I always feel that Sunday is the gloomiest day of the week. The sky is always darker on Sunday. The grass isn’t as green. The house seems quieter even though the television was on till volume 30. My heart hurts so deeply whenever I think of him… Thinking that he might be with his gf hurts me so much… He will be out of town again tml. I hope this will be a good cool down period for us… Its been so many times that I got my heart broken… I hate to go through this kind of feeling over and over again. I am someone who doesn’t need much sleep… However, I wish I could sleep more whenever I am sad. Coz slping is the only time when my mind stop thinking. But hell shit! Its even more difficult for me to go to slp whenever I feel sad…. I really miss my man… Should I plot my way to get him for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-7811038067815963059?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7811038067815963059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=7811038067815963059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/7811038067815963059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/7811038067815963059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/gloomy-sunday.html' title='Gloomy Sunday'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-6871497592258984043</id><published>2007-02-10T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:37:18.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers...</title><content type='html'>Why does he lie to me? Why does he cheat? Was he gf not good enough? Am i too good/ better than his gf? Was he just greedy and wanted to have the best of both worlds? Did he just want to have the cake and eat it too? Maybe he treats me just like a fuck buddy? But if so why does he waste his time to chat to me over the phone, wake up earlier to have breakfast with me, bring me for movies?? Why? Why? Why? Answers, Answers, I need an answer to everything. Every action is done to have a reaction. Therefore, I believe there is a reason behind everything. I am stubborn. Even though the truth may hurts, I will still go all the way to dig out the well-hidden cruel truth. Maybe that’s the reason why I can’t have long-term r/s with guys. Coz sometimes I question everything they did. Why do treat me so nice tonight? Coz u wanna bed me? Insecurities…. I am never lack of. But yet, I nv let it show. KIA is the only guy who sees all sides of me; the good and the bad. Some guys I met like to use my independence as an excuse to neglect me. Some think that I don’t need much protection from them coz of the strong front that I put up. Some was even worse…. They think that I won’t cry…. ‘My ex-man’ is one of them who think that I don’t cry easily. So when I first saw the photo on his hp, he thought that the most I would do is just to walk off. But instead, I let 2 drops of fat, precious tears rolled down my cheeks. But just 2 drop… or the most 4… I hate it…. I hate to let ppl see the weak side of me. I don’t want them to use my weakness to their advantage. That’s why most man only sees the strong side of me… I don’t have the courage to open up to them….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of my man a lot… I miss him so much… I miss the way he feeds me with drinks using his mouth. I miss the way he always goes, ‘ Bao bei… don’t be angry la….’ I just miss everything about him… When I am alone, I think of him so much… Work is the only think that take my mind off him. I work and work…. I stayed in the office to finish work that was 1 week ahead of date due. At times when I am alone taking the train, I blast my ipod to the loudest volume that I can take. My ultimate nightmare is not having work to do and having my ipod low batt. Coz when these happens, my mind would be full of him…. So much of him than I can take. I don’t want to be the strong girl that ppl perceived anymore. I want protection… I want security… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-6871497592258984043?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6871497592258984043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=6871497592258984043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6871497592258984043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6871497592258984043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/answers.html' title='Answers...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-6244990234584297609</id><published>2007-02-06T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:37:18.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short one.</title><content type='html'>A short post before I go to work.... Being able to blog so early in the morning means that I didn't have a good night slp... It wasn't easy for me to fall aslp... And when i do, I woke up with the slightest movement or noise feeling a pang of pain in my heart. As I say, I don't feel like talking much nowadays, therefore, penning down my thoughts is the only release for me. I woke up this morning with puffy eyes. I can't remember when I fell aslp but i do remember that I cry myself to slp under the blanket. I am tempted to run back in the arms of KIA like I used to. Thats the only place where I know I can find the solace that i want... And i think eventually, i will go back there but not now... For now, I just need some more time to cry and to feel sad.... To adjust to the fact that 'my man' cheated on me... To accept the fact that I won't ever be seeing him anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-6244990234584297609?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6244990234584297609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=6244990234584297609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6244990234584297609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6244990234584297609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/short-one.html' title='A short one.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-8079693370758897203</id><published>2007-02-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:17:47.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson in Life: Expect the Unexpected</title><content type='html'>I have nv felt so terrible in  a long time.... I'm really depressed beyond words... I dun feel like talking to anyone at all. When I'm at home, i just shut myself up in the room. I don't feel like eating either....I just want to stone... Just want to stare into the space... Just wanna wallow in self pity... Why must he still msg me??? Can't he just let me get on with my life.... Why must he play around with me... Is it coz he haven f**k enough of me yet? I want to get on with life. Mr KIA called me the past two days but I didn't answer. I know if he knew that i was so sad, he would put down all his things and rush over to be by my side... But this isn't what i want.... What i need now is peace and space of my own...Why can't i be more determined? Why can't i just ignore him when he msg me???? Maybe sub-conciously, I was actually hoping that he would still contact me... Why must life be so hard on me??? Why must I fall for someone only to find out that he has been lying to me since day one. All the things that he did for me was just a plot to get me into bed. Sometimes, i really wish that life would just end painlessly right now....I dun wanna face all the things that i'm facing.... I hate the way i am. I hate myself for falling for a jerk....I hate myself for crying so much for him...Sleep is the only comfort that i can get, but i have problems falling aslp... The moment I lie on the bed, memories of him keep coming back... Those times we had together.... Those times when he says he loves me... Those time when he showers me with oh-so-sweet kisses... Those time before i found out that he got a gf...Can someone teach me how to fix a broken heart??? Coz my heart is shattered right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Crying Adri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-8079693370758897203?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8079693370758897203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=8079693370758897203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8079693370758897203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/8079693370758897203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/lesson-in-life-expect-unexpected.html' title='Lesson in Life: Expect the Unexpected'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-4862546772343907097</id><published>2007-02-05T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:14:49.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When was the last time u did something for the first time...</title><content type='html'>Finally end of my unhappy bday. I am really trying hard not to call him, sms him and msg him even when I see him in msn. But I really can’t bear to not answer his call when he call me, not reply his sms when he text me and also can’t bear to ignore his msg in msn. And he knows it. He saw through my weakness and played around with it. HE say he really misses me and can’t help it. He wants to continue seeing me…… I am tempted but I made a promise to myself that I will never be the other woman and I must stand by my faith. I can compromise to anything but sharing the one I love with another woman. Coz once I put my love on someone, I fall deeply. I can do silly and crazy things for the one I love. However, due to bad experience in the past, I tend to put up a protective wall around myself in order to prevent myself from getting hurt. I tend to over-analyzed the guys around me and I make sure to never let them know what I am really thinking. I like to let guys keep guessing about what I’m thinking. But I guess I’m not good at this around guys that I like.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;In my 22 years of life, I only had one bf. I may have lots of flings and no strings attached r/s after that. But when I’m with this bf, I was totally faithful to him in our 3.5 years of r/s. I knew him when I was only 16 turning to 17 soon. He is 4 years my senior. When we were together, I wear the pants in the r/s. I got whatever I wanted. He appeared to be a very good bf. The last thing that I would ever believe is that he would cheat on me. I had always believed that god is fair. So I believe that if I remain faithful to him, he will do the same to me. When I was with him, I seldom go out with my guys friends any more. I gave up a lot of things for him. Little would I knew that after 3.5 years together, he will leave me for an old woman. Arg!!!! I hate old woman…..He left me for a girl his age… My pride and my ego was totally crashed…. It was after him that made me lose confidence in guys. After him, I can’t seems to find guys of the same frequency with me. KIA is someone like a brother to me, so therefore, he can’t be the one whom I can spend my life with. Then Jing came along….. But due to my expectations and his aspirations, we can’t be together… After Jing, I met ‘my man’…… I like him more than I thought…. I really thought that we can be together…. But now, my heart is hurt once again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-4862546772343907097?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4862546772343907097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=4862546772343907097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/4862546772343907097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/4862546772343907097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-was-last-time-u-did-something-for.html' title='When was the last time u did something for the first time...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-2706019310937199083</id><published>2007-02-04T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:57:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-2706019310937199083?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2706019310937199083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=2706019310937199083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/2706019310937199083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/2706019310937199083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/wish-me-happy-birthday.html' title='Wish me happy birthday!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-6161113694682385048</id><published>2007-02-03T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:31:15.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What-ifs.... Maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;‘ I know I promise not to call or sms you any more but I really can’t stopped thinking about you’ He text me this just now…&lt;br /&gt; I really can’t figure out what he wants me to do. If he just wants to bed me, he already got what he wants. He already bed-ed me. What else does he wants out of me? I am already trying my best not to call and msg him. But somehow or rather, I found myself looking at my hp every now and then…. What am I really wishing for?? So what if he calls me? So what if he sms me? I really miss him…. Apart of me really wish that he can loves me in return…. I am no angel, I know that. I am just a slut who slps around with someone elses man. I feel downright cheap and dirty. But I still can’t stop myself thinking of the what-ifs and maybe situations. Maybe he really likes me? What if he gives up his 6 years of r/s to be with me? Maybe he really doesn’t mean to lie to me???  What if we are really meant to be together??? I am evil…. How can all these thoughts ever had crossed my mind? Why do I still find myself hoping to see him in msn?? Why do I still find myself wondering if he really likes me? But then, if he don’t likes me and just want to get into my skirt, why does he still wants to see me when he already got what he wants? Can anyone pls advise?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-6161113694682385048?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6161113694682385048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=6161113694682385048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6161113694682385048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/6161113694682385048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-ifs-maybe.html' title='What-ifs.... Maybe...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-4154459679966001926</id><published>2007-02-03T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:32:52.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Woman</title><content type='html'>So much things happened in the past 1 week that I dunno where to start…..&lt;br /&gt;1st, I moved out of KIA’s place telling him that I missed my mum and would like to move in to stay with her. I think he suspected the reason I gave but respected it anyway. But of coz, the reason behind it was because of my man. I was starting to like him more with each passing day and I really can’t bear to stay with another man lying to my man that it was my relative that I was staying with. My man was back in town after a business trip to Indonesia this week. I missed him so much and we spend few mornings before work together to have breakfast. Things were so sweet. We chatted on the phone almost every night and we talked about how we met each other. And also how I sweep away his hand when he first tried to hold it while we were crossing the road. My man love to shower me with oh-so-sweet kisses. He likes to look deeply into my eyes but whenever he does that I will look away smiling shyly. He told me he likes that too! He say he likes to see my shy smile. He say that is my trump card against him. I dunno why, but I will be shy around my man. I like him a lot without even realizing it. Things seems to progress smoothly… With him saying that he likes me n me liking him back… The next step should be making a confirmation to our r/s right?? However, life always had its twist and turns…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him yesterday for breakfast before work. When I reached, he was sitting at bench waiting for me while pressing his hp. He did not realize that I was there until I sat down beside him. I dunnno why but I have this habit of me always looking into ppl’s hp looking at what they r looking at. And life’s got to be so tough on me…. I caught a glimpse on his hp and saw the wallpaper. It was a girl kissing him. AT first I tot that my eyes was playing a trick on me. I ask him can I have a look? He rejected me immediately. That was when the truth dawn down on me…. I kept quiet throughout the whole trip to Chinatown. Thinking over and over again what I had just seen. He did ask me why I was so quiet, but I just stared blankly into space. When he didn’t continue to question me further, I knew that wat I fear was true. I used to think about how I would react if I found out that any man was cheating on me. I told myself that I would kick him in the ass followed by a tight slap on the face and walked off coolly. But when it really happened to me, all I could do was to stone. I wouldn’t elaborate on how he admitted to me but I knew that he had a gf of 6 years. He told me that he liked me and that was important to him. He say he knew he was being unfair to me but he would still like to go out with me…. I was devastated… I liked him more that I thought. I want to be with him more than I imagine…. And I think I am starting to fall for him…. The truth really hurts. He made me the other woman. He made me a labeled ‘slut’ that girl shun and woman hate. I kept myself busy with work for the whole day and buried myself with work that was to be dued only 2 weeks later. It was only at night that I found myself slowly tearing away n breaking down. I left my office at 9 and went to a telephone booth opposite my office building. That was the place where I weep like a child…. I called Dan and talked to her…. I really can’t imagine that I actually liked him so much…. We have been dating for barely 2 months. God really played a big joke on me. Tml is my bday and this had to happen to me. Even now, I really missed him…. What should I do…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-4154459679966001926?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4154459679966001926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=4154459679966001926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/4154459679966001926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/4154459679966001926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/other-woman.html' title='The Other Woman'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116974234564944912</id><published>2007-01-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:25:45.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood Dream</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for the lack of updates! Been really busy at work lately.... Working at my current company is like a childhood dream come true for me. When I was young, I had this auntie who was a successful career woman. Every morning, she would spend 45 min in front of the mirror to put up a pretty face for work. Her life seems to be so enriching and exciting with business trips to different parts of the world every few months. She is my role and I aspire to be like her one day, with the ability to splurge on jewelries and nice LV bags without having to save and scrimp for months.  I love my current job. I sometimes stay in the office till 9 pm without even realizing it. It has a nice and big pantry that over looks the whole sg river. I love sitting there on the sofa just talking to my man, smiling ever so sweetly and twirling my hair around my fingers just like a teenager in love. I don’t know if he’s true to me. I just like the way he kisses me every time he sees me; the way he play with my hair, the way he hold my hand so tightly as if afraid that I would slip away; actually, just the way he is… I misses my man a lot … My man’s job require him to travel a lot, hence, we have not been spending much time together these 3 weeks. However, he is coming back tml! End of my miss-u-too-much-till-I-can’t-work days! I think I am suffering from miss my man too much syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116974234564944912?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116974234564944912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116974234564944912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116974234564944912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116974234564944912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-childhood-dream.html' title='My Childhood Dream'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116869520584116539</id><published>2007-01-13T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:43:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man is coming back.</title><content type='html'>My man is coming back in a few hours time. I miss him so much and so eager to see him later. I wonder how should i react when i see him? Shall I play cool or should I just let my excitement show???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116869520584116539?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116869520584116539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116869520584116539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116869520584116539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116869520584116539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-man-is-coming-back.html' title='My Man is coming back.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116844561959685105</id><published>2007-01-10T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:13:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Korea.</title><content type='html'>He flew off to Korea this morning. I am so upset that he did not call me b4 he flew off. But he did send me an sms saying that he will miss me before he went off. I was moody for the whole bloody day but guess what???? He called me once he touched down in Korea!!! Which is like around 5pm. I totally can't hide my happiness! I really miss him. But till now I'm still not sure if he's serious abt me. I dun dare to ask and I dun wanna ask. I know for sure once I pop the commitment question up, it will be the begining of the end. He calls himself my man but I dun really feel that he treats me like his woman. I feel bad towards KIA. He sense something wrong with me these few days and have been treating me even better. Once i went out with 'my man' and came back late at night to find out that KIA was waiting for me at home with a bouquet of my favourite lilies. I felt so guilty for making KIA upset and we made love for the whole night. I didn't even ans the phone when 'my man' called. I told him the next day that i was already asleep. I told 'my man' that I was living with my my auntie and uncle. I am really guilty towards KIA and even thought of moving out... But I really can't bear to break the news to him. And I am also confused about my own feelings. I have met a number of guys when I'm with KIA and non managed to keep me interested for long. Its easy for me to like somone but when it comes to love, I seems to have some problem with this word. So until I'm sure of my feelings, I won't leave KIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116844561959685105?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116844561959685105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116844561959685105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116844561959685105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116844561959685105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/off-to-korea.html' title='Off to Korea.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116826379688899644</id><published>2007-01-08T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:43:16.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 pm!!!!!</title><content type='html'>U r the one to call me everytime. U r the one to sms first everytime. Can i ask what time is it now??????? I have not heard from u since 5!!!! Finally, I took the courage to call u n ur hp is off???? KNNBCHB!!!!! Bloody hell! And why the hell do u use singtel????? Later u will get a miss call sms indicating my no.!! N i can imagine the smirk on ur face!! U r going to think, ' this young girl must be missing me a lot.' Happy now????? Happy to see through my heart??? I hate this! I give u till 10pm, If u don't call me by then, u can forget abt calling me ever again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADRI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116826379688899644?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116826379688899644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116826379688899644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116826379688899644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116826379688899644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/10-pm.html' title='10 pm!!!!!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116817296396197895</id><published>2007-01-07T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:29:23.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i Falling?</title><content type='html'>Charming than Mr KIA? He is not. Assets wise, KIA can earn up to 8k but he is half of KIA. But why do i miss you more than I miss KIA? Mr KIA can go all the way to make me happy but for u, I'm still not so sure. However, u r the one who occupies my mind for the whole day. Even KIA seems to sense something wrong with me. Am I really falling for you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116817296396197895?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116817296396197895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116817296396197895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116817296396197895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116817296396197895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-falling.html' title='Am i Falling?'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116791920872550328</id><published>2007-01-04T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:00:08.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U got me hooked...</title><content type='html'>When u ask me out for coffee on saturday, I was a bit reluctant but still went since i had nothing to do. We went for coffee nearby and chit chat. Went back after an hour or so and meet again again later at night for a late night movie. U got me hooked. I don't know why. But without even realising it, I find myself looking at my mobile every few minutes. And when the sms alert beeps, I find myself looking forward for ur sms. And when U did sms me, I waited 5 mins before i reply coz i dun wanna seem too eager. When u called, I wait for the phone to ring at least 5 times b4 I answer and though happy, I acted cool and showed no signs of exicitment. I hated all this. I hate the fact that u can make me happy just by sms-ing me.&lt;br /&gt;Dan keeps on questioning me abt my r/s with Mr KIA.&lt;br /&gt;Dan: You dun like him meh? But he seems to care about u a lot leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I care about him. I will be uphappy if he is sad.&lt;br /&gt;Dan: I am not talking about care! What I mean is love, L-O-V-E, love. Don't you like him at all?&lt;br /&gt;Me: of coz i like him... But love??? I haven thought that far. I just know that I can depend on him on anything.&lt;br /&gt;Dan: *ding dong bell* ok... Poor Kia.... Being treated like a brother.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I have never seriously thought abt my r/s with Mr KIA. The whole thing just started on a no strings attached basis with him taking care or me like a sister(just that sister n brother doesn't screw each other) and me on the receiving end. Looks like now is the time for me to consider my r/s with him. Abt the new guy... Well, I dunno if the spark between us is just temporary or... Well, heck! I dun even know how he feels for me! He call me every now n then. He ask me out. But still, he nv say he liked me b4... Hai! Well, gotta rush... Meeting him later! Catch u guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116791920872550328?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116791920872550328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116791920872550328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116791920872550328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116791920872550328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/u-got-me-hooked.html' title='U got me hooked...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116740525491474784</id><published>2006-12-29T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:14:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts....</title><content type='html'>hey guys, sorry for the lack of updates. LAtely, I have been busy going for endless interviews and I finally made up my mind on a company that I want. I have been offered a few positions but I rejected them coz I would prefer to work in a more established company. Finally, after 2 rounds of interviews with this US mnc, they decided to employ me!!! I'm so happy!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts.....&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to wonder can a woman looks good and be capable at the same time? Why do i suddenly thought of this? Well, ever since poly days, I begin to dress up more and begin putting on make up. Some how or rather, I feel more confident and attractive. However, I realise that girls who dress up more tend to give people the impression that u r bimbotic. I dunno where all those people got these thinking from but they begin to think that either I have a rich daddy or that I am some rich man's mistress. Come on! Yes, i like guys to buy things for me and I think guys should pay on dates. But that doesn't mean that i can't survive without a man. After poly, I never took a cent cent from my daddy any more. Even before Mr KIA, I live my life enjoying myself to expensive treats to spas and fine dining, ALL FROM MY OWN POCKET. I bought my first LV myself. But if there is a guy who wants to pay for you, why reject???? Can someone pls enlightened me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116740525491474784?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116740525491474784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116740525491474784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116740525491474784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116740525491474784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts....'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116637466714524901</id><published>2006-12-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:57:47.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 5 years of friendship.</title><content type='html'>How could you ever fall for me without my permisson??? How could you like me all these years without me ever knowing... We have been the best of buds since I was in secondary 4 and you were re-taking your 'O's. I still remember we met in the 'then-popular' IRC. We met and hit off right away. You were always there for me during the break-ups of all my bfs. You hated all my bfs though... You told me that they were not good enough for me and I can easily find another one. And all my bfs hated you as well because they feel jealous to see us so close. I told them off saying that you are my best bud and that they have to accept you if they love me. I see you not only as a friend, but a brother who will always be there for me no matter what happens. When my family are going through a rough patch, you offered to let me stay at your place without me asking. You never once took any advantage of me. I thought we could stay like this till old with walking sticks, telling our grandchildren about our friendship.... My friends couldn't understand our close friendship and always say that you had something for me. I always brush it off and tell them that no one can understand the bond that we both shared coz in my heart, I already knew that I will always treat you as my best bud. But what you told me yesterday really left me feeling upset. Tell me how can I ever see you in the same light again? All along I see you as my best bud and now you are telling me you wanted something more than that???? I just want things to be like before where we can still sit together and watch soccer till morning and curse and swear like there is no tml if man u loses the match. I want to go late night cycling with you and ur bros. I want you to bring me along to 'OCH' with ur bros like you did last time. BUt tell me, how can it be possible to go back to the past after all that U have told me??? How can you do this to me??? How can you make me lose such a good friend? Who can I turn to now if I'm having some trouble???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116637466714524901?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116637466714524901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116637466714524901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116637466714524901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116637466714524901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-5-years-of-friendship.html' title='Our 5 years of friendship.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116619944411271271</id><published>2006-12-15T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:17:24.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops i'm back</title><content type='html'>Hi all, i apologise for my long absence though i guess i wasn't missed that much since Adri has been very dedicated in keeping u guys posted about her exciting life. I guess i have just reached a point whereby everything i do is so routine. Working has really exhaust me. My back, practically the whole back, is aching.....My shoulders, my neck my spine is givin up on me. My eyes are always red, tired n dry thanks to my DELL at work.....Arg shouldn't this only happen to middle-aged people and nt me....i am only 21 i should be full of energy jumpin ard in my MANGO outfit, parading sexy La Senza to my guy doing some seductive latin moves to seduce him on bed.....Now i m too lazy to even lift my finger....How i wish i was a Tai Tai...Haha juz let this silly ger dream on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on to more exciting part, i have been making out with this sexy guy at work...i know i know the rule is not to get involved with any guys at work...but this is one irresistable guy.....sexy, taned, toned.....a gift sent fr the big guy above...no no not the CEO, it's god.....he sure is one yummy guy.....sex is juz simply fantastic, nothing fanciful but it just hits e spot so damn good.....Once i was workin OT, and so was he....therefore, he offered to drive me home....so as he dropped by my cubicle to get home, he unzip his pants and that was to ask for a blowjob....obviously, since it was quite late hence only a handful were ard.....Since he was drivin me home, i decided to return him a favour....juz as he felt he was comin, a security guard walked past...luckily we heard footsteps, so he quickly shoved his dick back to his pants and he had to come inside his pants......haha tt was certainly one moment i couldn't forget...i was practically laughin my head off...poor guy he was so embarrassed......haha obviously, i did make it up back to him....but tts another story for another day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116619944411271271?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116619944411271271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116619944411271271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116619944411271271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116619944411271271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/12/oops-im-back.html' title='Oops i&apos;m back'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116619730613348780</id><published>2006-12-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:41:46.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Officer.</title><content type='html'>My custey officer already got a gf. The end of our barely started chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116619730613348780?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116619730613348780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116619730613348780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116619730613348780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116619730613348780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-officer.html' title='My Officer.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116594379448560069</id><published>2006-12-13T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:16:34.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dare.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I know its been a long time since my last updatE! This blog is so not being abandoned! Its just that my laptop died on me and Dan is just busy f**king around and does not have time to update. Anyway, Dan and me had a dare. There is this hunky relief officer who came to the bank few days a ago. I set my eyes on him and i told Dan About it. Instead of encouraging me, she say something like this, ' Aiya, talk so much for what! Know u for so long already! Once u interested in someone, u won't even dare to look at them in the eyes let alone talk to him lor! Your ego is bigger than my bf's cock ah!'&lt;br /&gt;I am going to prove her wrong! I will email him tml!&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, good morning! Hope u still remember who i am. Have a nice day ahead! "&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard for me guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116594379448560069?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116594379448560069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116594379448560069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116594379448560069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116594379448560069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/12/dare.html' title='The Dare.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116473537151255880</id><published>2006-11-29T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:36:12.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretary Bitch!</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of that stupid secretary bitch! Thats the last straw for me and I swear that I will make Mr KIA sack her. She has been finding reasons to turn up at Mr KIA apartment saying that she have documents for him to sign etc.... yada yada... U f**king bitch! I am the one who holds the keys to his apartment! Not you okie? Anyway, here's some description of the secretary: Skinny, pettie, gentle guniang. I think this is what all secretary are supposed to look like. I think Mr KIA just took pity of her since she claimed that she is an orphan who stays alone in a rented room. I shall not be a bad girl to her in front of Mr KIA. There was once she called Mr KIA in the middle of the night crying and Mr KIA being the soft-hearted man I had always known asked her to come up to his apartment (I was staying there that night). I guess the secretary must have been so happy and thought that this was her chance to seduce MR KIA. haha! Kudos to me! Since she wants to put up such a dramatic show, i played along. I waited with Mr KIA for her in the living room and I was wearing Mr KIA shirt with just my undies, of coz i didn't bother to change. When the door bell rang, I jumped to opened the door for her. OMG! I sweared i saw her jaws dropped when she saw that it was me who opened the door. I invited her in and volunteered to make coffee for her while she and MR KIA talked in the living room. When I went out! I saw her hugging Mr KIA while crying! I nearly dropped the coffee! Mr KIA was facing me and gave me a helpless expression! I bet he must be enjoying it! Anyway, to cut the story short, the bitch went home after 2 hours of ranting on about the problems she had........&lt;br /&gt;AFter she went off, Mr KIA apologised to me promising me that he won't let her in next time unless i'm present! My foot! I bet he must be waiting for that day to come! I'm going to plan an evil plot to chase her off! Its either me or her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116473537151255880?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116473537151255880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116473537151255880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116473537151255880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116473537151255880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/secretary-bitch.html' title='Secretary Bitch!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116412368187446289</id><published>2006-11-21T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:54:42.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend Get-Away.</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! My exams are finally over! My hell ended... Saturday after my exams, Mr KIA wanted to meet me saying that he wanted to give me an enjoyable weekend after my exams. Right after my paper ended at 5pm, he was already waiting outside the building. He brought me for a medicure treat at a very princessy place in a quiet corner of singapore. I am not too sure the exact location though... The layout of the shop is just like a barbie doll house with pink curtains (My favourite color!) and dim lightings. I am not so sure what kind of medicure I like to have so Mr KIA ask the girl to design something that would suit me. It turn out to be such a sucess. I had a very light base color with crystals over my nails. So *bling bling*!! It was one of a kind and so many customers at the bank commented on my beautiful nails. Beautiful nails comes with a hefy price though. Guess how much it cost? $230!!!! I was so shocked when I heard the price!! Mr KIA says its okie as long as I'm happy. *Xin fu smile* So from now on, my hands are the most precious assest i have at the moment. No housework for me(as if i did any in the first place). haha. Enough of my show off. The exciting part is yet to come. After the medicure, Mr KIA brought me to hilton hotel for dinner and just as i thought that the day was about to end, he says that he booked a chalet at sentosa! Not those kind of cheapo tent or those resort at wulu wulu part of sentosa! Its the rasa Shangri la (whatever u spell it) resort that has a balcony that over looks the sea! Oh god... I really think that i am a princess... We stayed in the resort for the whole night having sex.... It was great... Mr KIA licked me all over, hands gently rubbing and playing with my breast while he rides me. I came more than a few times that night. Sex that night was more sensual than ever. We stayed up the whole night hugging each other after sex and chatting about anything under the sun. The next morning, we had breakfast at delifrance before Mr KIA sent me home.&lt;br /&gt; Not long after i reached home, I received a sms from MR KIA. It reads: "Sweety Honey, I put an extra bunch of my house keys in your bag. You can  drop by anytime you want okie, even if i'm not at home. U have a good rest and hope to see you soon. I will miss you."&lt;br /&gt;Weird weird.... Wonder if it means anything...Anyway gotta go slp! Good night guys!&lt;br /&gt;**Meeting &lt;em&gt;Jing&lt;/em&gt; tml**:):):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116412368187446289?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116412368187446289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116412368187446289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116412368187446289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116412368187446289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-get-away.html' title='The Weekend Get-Away.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116370527313410917</id><published>2006-11-17T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:27:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Back Soon....</title><content type='html'>hi people! I can' believe i am here blogging instead of studying for my coming paper. This saturday will be my last paper, so expect more updates guys! I'm feeling so stressed up these few weeks due to exams that are eating up into me... However, I have been getting endless dose of love, care and concern from &lt;em&gt;MR KIA&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Jing&lt;/em&gt;. Both of them have been waiting for me at the void deck to bring me herbal tea and buying my favourite food for me to eat in the middle of the night. Of coz i make it a point to make sure that both of them doesn't come at the same time.... Both of them some what or rather know about each other's presence and they seems to be competing for attention. Mr KIA surprieses me by getting durians for me 4am in the morning knowing tat i'm still up studying. Jing places giagantic strawberry shorkcake softtoy outside my house and left a note stating 100 reasons why he loves me. Below are some of the reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) You are not like those stupid, lousy gu niang girls who are afraid of lizards&lt;br /&gt;2) You cuss like a man&lt;br /&gt;3) You stand up for ur own rights&lt;br /&gt;4) You try to appear strong but deep down inside, you feel insucured. Let me protect you&lt;br /&gt;5) You have long beautiful hair&lt;br /&gt;6) You always let me guess what u are thinking&lt;br /&gt;7) You play with me in public regardless of the stares we get&lt;br /&gt;8) YOu like to irritate rude sales person&lt;br /&gt;9) You make me feel the way i nv feel before&lt;br /&gt;10) I love to marry u one day&lt;br /&gt;hehe, the list goes on.... I wonder what would i do if i was forced to make a ch0ice between them one day..... Wait till the day comes...... Back to study!! Enjoy your weekend guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116370527313410917?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116370527313410917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116370527313410917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116370527313410917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116370527313410917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-back-soon.html' title='Be Back Soon....'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116196932521631893</id><published>2006-10-28T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:15:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Mr KIA falling for Adri princess???</title><content type='html'>Jing waited for me outside the bank today and he was in a pink t-shirt knowing that it was my favourite color. I was surprised and yet happy to see him. He help a paper bag in his hand and grin at me saying, " this is for you". I opened up and it was a pink t-shirt similar to the one he was wearing! It made me so hard to resist going out with him. I changed into the pink t-shirt and set off to vivo city. On our way there, so many people are stealing peeks at us and he was holding my hand while we were laughing at a man who left his fly open! Being with him makes me feel like when i was still in secondary school where everything is so simple. We walk around being chitty chatty in vivo and we went to tangs to try on every single perfume. Oh gosh, I think the sales person must be freaking mad at us but well, who cares! We also went to the paddle pool and play with those kids over there. Everything was going well and being the playful couple, we went inside Toysrus to look at the toys. We were at the barbie doll section when I saw someone that i least expect... Mr KIA.... I was playing barbie and ken with Jing when I saw him... He was there with his 5 year old niece. He saw me too. There was something about the look in his eyes that tell me that he wasn't very happy. I quickly suggested to Jing that we go else where to shop. The day went by very quickly with Jing and he send me home at around 9. He send me to the bus stop and I told him that i can walk home myself since it wasn't that late. I was walking towards my blk when I saw a familiar person below my blk. That was when I remember the earlier encounter with Mr KIA! I totally forget about him when i was with Jing! I felt a pang of guilt immediately! How can i forget about Mr KIA when he was the one taking care and showing concern for me all this while. He is the one to buy me expensive gifts and bring me to fine dining. But wait a second... I thought me and Mr KIA had a mutual understanding that we had a no strings attached r/s? Whatever it it, I walk towards my blk nervously, prepared to whatever that I was about to face. However, before I could say anything, Mr KIA hug me tightly and tried to kiss me.... I resist at first... But after a while, i began to give in to his sensual yet manly kiss... How can I resist someone who treats me like a princess over the past few months? After the kiss, nothing was said, no questions asked. He brought me over to his apartment and we had sex. Sex tonight was a bit different. Mr KIA was somehow a little more aggressive than before. Once we were inside the apartment and b4 I could even put down my things, he was already kissing me wildly on my neck and grabbing my breast. And we had sex right there in the living room. I wonder what had caused the change. Or was i too sensitive? Was Mr KIA falling for me? How can that be when there are so many gorgeous woman beside him? I don't dare to think about it. Well, you guys may be wondering, Is Jing on my mind when I was with Mr KIA. The answer is YES. Well, I shall stop here, Mr KIA had cooked some pasta for his princess to eat. It seems to be nice... I can smell it even here in the study room. bye guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116196932521631893?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116196932521631893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116196932521631893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116196932521631893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116196932521631893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-mr-kia-falling-for-adri-princess.html' title='Is Mr KIA falling for Adri princess???'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116162258754032060</id><published>2006-10-24T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:32:54.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of our chapter. Let it be a memory we both cherish.</title><content type='html'>You surprised me once again…At 1 am while I was already in my oversize t-shirt with no make up on, you appear at my doorsteps with my favorite sunflowers. I am really touched that you actually remember that I hate roses. I just casually mention to you once that I am not afraid of anything but being ordinary. And that’s why I don’t like roses like other girls do. You also brought along my favorite durian puffs. I deeply appreciate that you take note of every single details about me. Though we only knew each other for 3 months, you seems to know what I am thinking most of the times. You knew that I am always insecure despite the fact that I had always put up a strong front. You knew that the more I love some one, the more I will try to conceal my feeling. You knew that I sometimes I throw my temper just to get some attention… However, do you know that its impossible between us? Pls don’t treat me so well. I am afraid I can’t repay you the way you wish I would. You and I just belong to two different worlds. I wanna lead a high life with a rich guy beside me showering me with expensive gifts. I want someone old enough to be able to take care me and for me to depend on for the rest of my life. However, it’s obvious that you are younger than me and as I say, I am an insecure woman. What if few years down the road, I am not as pretty as I am now while you are the young handsome chap with your career just taking off on the right track. Will you still love me and care for me as much as you do now? I think It would be better if you just let it go….Let the past 3 months remain as a sweet memory for the both of us…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116162258754032060?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116162258754032060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116162258754032060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116162258754032060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116162258754032060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-our-chapter-let-it-be-memory-we.html' title='End of our chapter. Let it be a memory we both cherish.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116140237810397865</id><published>2006-10-21T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:46:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just for you.....</title><content type='html'>I never knew I could be so happy going out with you. You are everything I never thought of. No posh car, no fine dining, no expensive little gifts. We have to take public transport, eat at kopitiam and only look at the things I like but not buying them, however, I feel so happy being with you. When you first ask me out, I was hesisitant. I dun wanna give you false hope and at the same time, I dun wanna waste my time going out with someone whom I knew will not work out between us. You are younger than me, and you are not rich. However, I don’t know what magical power you possess that can make me feel you happy and relaxed at the same time. No sex was involved. You never once make me feel like you wanna take advantage of me. All you did was to hold my hands. Everything becomes so simple. You managed to make me laugh till my stomach hurts. We people-watched and criticized everyone we could on the street. We stopped in the middle of orchard road and point up in the sky pretending to look at something to see everyone’s reaction.  I am surprised those silly things we did managed to make me so happy. Princess Adri you called me, and I know you are still waiting for me to call you my prince. However, I am just not too sure yet. Whatever it is, I wanna thank you for making such a wonderful day for me. Thanks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116140237810397865?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116140237810397865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116140237810397865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116140237810397865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116140237810397865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-just-for-you.html' title='This is just for you.....'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116135271364369015</id><published>2006-10-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T18:42:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butt slapping</title><content type='html'>Oops have not been posting due to my busy workload......sex is no where to wow about...other den e usual saturday routine with the boyfren, dere's nothin great to boost abt....and for the past five days, i have had fungal infection.....and you won't want to know how disgusting that is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this interesting question to ask all the men out dere reading this....y do u like spanking the female's butt while u fuck her? My guy likes to do that and truthfully it isn't a turn on to me...and it hurts at times!! what is it about that turns u guys on? E slapping sound? haha den y don i try slappin ur face while i ride u, it turns me on as well haha....Or is it the painful expression on her face that turns u on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truthfully that isn't the worst.....here's the worst, my guy askin me to spank myself.....what? Do i look like a monkey to you my dear? Only monkeys like spanking their own butt...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off,&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116135271364369015?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116135271364369015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116135271364369015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116135271364369015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116135271364369015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/butt-slapping.html' title='butt slapping'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116118848270768917</id><published>2006-10-18T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:21:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between ME &amp; dAn</title><content type='html'>Though me and Dan are the best of friends, and we do have a lot of common interest in terms of fashion and some other things, I also realize that we do have some distinct differences. Firstly, in terms of looks wise, Dan is the guai guai kuniang gentle decent girl and i really envy her for that. For me, I always let people have the impression than I am those willful, playful heck care girl. Character wise, I am the talkative one. I talk a lot. My mouth can't stop. Dan is the more quiet one. I am the one always doing the bitching, therefore, ppl always have the impression that I am the stronger person compared to Dan. However, in terms of r/s, Dan is more mature and rational than me (That explains the fact that she is attached and I am still single). The more i love the guy, the more nasty i will be and the more i will try to disguise my feelings for him.&lt;em&gt; I dun like &lt;/em&gt;anyone to see the more emotional and weak side of me. I like to be the one wearing the pants in the r/s, and yes, I am a nomineering bitch. As for Dan, after her numerous r/s with guys over the years, she had learn how to catch and keep her man's heart.&lt;br /&gt;As for our preference for guys, I had always prefer guys who are much older than me and also those who are rich. I hate to admit it but i am a Materialistic girl. I hate to lead a poor man life. I aspire to be a tai tai someday. But of coz, I wanna be a successful tai tai cum business woman. Which is why career is very important to me and I am working hard for it now. I wanna lead a high life where i can just buy anything i like without having to scrimp and save for months. As for my dearest Dan, she is a really simple girl. What she wants is just a simple life with a simple guy who loves her more than she loves him. She don't mind working hard together with the guy she loves to build up a place where they can call a home. She wants a simple wedding that includes close friends and family where I would prefer a lavish weddings which would include 1/4 of Singapore population and with a wedding gown that shine till it strain everyone's eyes. Can anyone tell me if I will be called a miss for the rest of my life if i continue to pursue my dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116118848270768917?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116118848270768917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116118848270768917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116118848270768917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116118848270768917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/difference-between-me-dan.html' title='The Difference Between ME &amp; dAn'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-116083220020983511</id><published>2006-10-14T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:23:20.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent treatment.</title><content type='html'>Humph! I am now at Mr KIA apartment using his comp to type this post. I quarreled with him just now and I am giving him silent treatment. I am good at mental torture and making life difficult for anyone who bullies me. Blame it on the stupid secretary he hired! In the afternoon, I went to his office to meet him for a drink. I was waiting inside his office and he was in the gents when his secretary came in with a cup of tea. This secretary of his is a 28-year-old lady who had once profess likeness for Mr KIA before but was gently rejected by him. So its just human nature that she doesn’t really like me that much since Mr KIA had always treated me like a princess in front of everyone.  However, little did I expect her to pour the cup of tea right onto my dress and when Mr KIA came in, she gave an innocent sad puppy eyes expression and denied that she did that intentionally! Holy shit! I was even more stunned when Mr KIA tell her its alright and I was just sitting down on the sofa grounded too shocked to say anything. Mr KIA suggested going to his apartment to wash up before going out again. I said nothing and on the way home in the car, he tried to please me and he tried to hold my hands but I gave him total silence. When we reached his apartment, I went straight into the study room and locked the door. I’m not going to forgive him so easily! Well, I think later I will wear into my most sexy lingerie and walk around the house but the silent treatment will continue. I will not allow him to lay a finger on me. I will move around the house doing housework without clothes on seducing him but still keeping him a distance away from him! I make sure he not only received mental but physical torture also. Alright! I am going to change now! Update more again! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-116083220020983511?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116083220020983511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=116083220020983511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116083220020983511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/116083220020983511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/silent-treatment.html' title='Silent treatment.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115989261473756031</id><published>2006-10-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:23:35.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Disaster.</title><content type='html'>Today is the most embarrassing day of my life!!! Its suppose to be my mummy's ROM. Though i was sad and didn't bear to let go, i still woke up early in the morning and went to my mummy's place. When i reach there, some of the fugly freaks were already there. Oh my god, i really cannot believe my eyes!!! There were 2 girls there, maybe one or 2 years younger than me... Kan FUGLY leh!!! wao lao... Okie, I always believe that there is no ugly woman, there is only lazy woman. Wow... But these 2 girls really make me take my hats off!! One fair and skinny till like ba gu jing. The other one is dark till like chao da bread! Some more they dress till machiam like those KTV mamasan! wao lao! AT first i tot, nvm since we go to the rom place liao den come back already. Will not have ppl see me with a bunch of ktv girls. By saying that they are KTV girls is actually an understatement. They looks more like like those kind of seven month ge tai singer. TO MY LIFE GREATEST HORROR!!! WE WENT FOR LUNCH TOGETHER !!!! Can u believe it??? I keep on looking around to see if there was anyone i noe around. I really wish i can dig a hole right there to hide my face. Ok, i was reasonably attractive, plus the fact that i know how to dress for occasion!!! Bt those 2 girls are totally freaks!!!! I wish i could simply just faint on the spot. My KIA offered to go with me but i declined as i dun wanna my mum to get the wrong idea. Anyway, thats all for now, i need to go replenish my slp now. Anyway, i hope fashion police can get to work and catch those who dress like them! Its an eyesore to the whole society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115989261473756031?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115989261473756031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115989261473756031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115989261473756031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115989261473756031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/fashion-disaster.html' title='Fashion Disaster.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115981618854328513</id><published>2006-10-03T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:09:49.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUGLY FREAK...</title><content type='html'>In a few more hours time, My mummy will be getting married. I feel so lost. haiz... Met up with Mr KIA just now and he comforted me. He is the only one i wanna see when I feel down. I only feel comfortable with him. He totally understand me in and out. I have always been close to my mummy until the FUGLY FREAK appear. I HATE HIM!!!! He took away a huge part of my mummy's love!! CAll me childish! Call me unreasonable!! I love my mummy to much to share her love with anyone else!!! Forget it, No one will understand... Update more tml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115981618854328513?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115981618854328513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115981618854328513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115981618854328513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115981618854328513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/fugly-freak.html' title='FUGLY FREAK...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115953043139010768</id><published>2006-09-29T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:42:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapade</title><content type='html'>woo...lil did i expect that a jog would become a rendezvous escapade for us. Met him for a jog at east coast park....After our jog, we were both sweaty hence he suggested going to a hotel for a bath...but obviously we both knew that it wasn't going to be just a simple bath.....that it had to involve rubbing our bodies together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached the hotel, he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. Without much hesitation, we started to lock our tongues together, bodies pressing hard on each other. Then i whispered, "lets shower together first" and so we did....rubbing each other with soap, frenching under the shower. oh did i mentioned, he was getting a hard on which got me so turned on. As we got on to bed, he started to grab my breasts telling me how much he loved it.....due to the fact that it had gotten bigger as i had started to put on some kgs....he started to nibble on my tits...though it hurt but ironically i was enjoyed it....was such a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz with him being a teaser, he wouldn't let me lick him.....that got me so damn horny....and i just simply had to be fucked.....haha anyway this is just a teaser for u readers out dere, if you wan more of the story den do visit us more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115953043139010768?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115953043139010768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115953043139010768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115953043139010768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115953043139010768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/escapade.html' title='Escapade'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115929202502128239</id><published>2006-09-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:33:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Encounter.</title><content type='html'>Something interesting happened at the work place today... The story goes like this.....&lt;br /&gt;After the bank closed, i was in the pantry making myself a cup of tea. Did i mention that there was this handsome banker at my work place but we nv really tok as we serve different bosses? Anyway, he came in while i was making tea. I smiled at him and he smiled back and make a small talk with me. He was asking me stuffs about where i live and all that and he suddenly came up close to me and hold me on my waist! I was completly dumb-folded! He gave me a soft peck on my lips and say, 'you are so beautiful. Hope I can get the chance to ask you out...' And after having said that, he walked off... He simply blew my mind off... Well, as much as i may find him attractive, I guess we will nv go far as I am not into office romance. But maybe... just maybe we can just be lovers on bed??? Haha... Shall see wat will happen tml...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115929202502128239?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115929202502128239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115929202502128239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115929202502128239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115929202502128239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/office-encounter.html' title='Office Encounter.'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115920742755256286</id><published>2006-09-26T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:03:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUsh Of eMOTIONS...</title><content type='html'>How could I ever had let u go? HOw could i ever had done all the things that i had done to u? How could i not show to u how much i actually love u and need u by my side? How could I ever had say all those words that are actually not true just to conceal how much I love u....How could i not know how much i love you till the day u went away....&lt;br /&gt;How could u not noe that i actually do not mean it... HOw could you leave me just like that after 4 years of r/s....How could u not understand me??? COz if u dun understand me, no one would.... YOu are the one whom I trust so much. U r the only one whom I brought home to my mum n dad. U r the only one who can see me without make up. U r the only one that knows that i snore in my slp. MOst of all, u r the only one that I seriously thought of spending the rest of my life with.... How could you ever betray me and tore my heart apart... Tell me how to love again when i am still holding on....Over a year had passed since you left me, I am still trying to adapt. Nevertheless, I still wish the best for you... Deep in my heart u will always live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115920742755256286?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115920742755256286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115920742755256286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115920742755256286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115920742755256286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/gush-of-emotions.html' title='GUsh Of eMOTIONS...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115909140746181839</id><published>2006-09-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:50:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make it Big</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder how full time bloggers can earn so much money where they have enough to fly over to the other side of the globe to meet their other half. Well, i am not try to name anyone here. How the fark did they become so fucking famous and get invited to all parties? Adri and I was discussing this afew days back, so i told her maybe if we put our pictures online....maybe photoshop it a bit, people will be more interested in us. If only Adri isn't working in the industry where she have to meet people or if i wasn't working in some fucking govt organisation, we could probably been delighted to put our pretty faces up on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend was just telling yesterday to get invited to big parties for free i should put my picture online with the statement " I am the sexiest blogger". Haha, darling wouldn't it be better if we just put our sex video online then both of us would be fucking famous. We could probably be invited to have free entry to all the big clubs in Sg. Haha sometimes my darling can be so fucking adorably stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115909140746181839?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115909140746181839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115909140746181839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115909140746181839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115909140746181839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-make-it-big.html' title='How to make it Big'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115894543064613522</id><published>2006-09-23T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:15:15.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met up with Mr R</title><content type='html'>hi everyone! Yesterday me n Dan met up again. It was supposed to be onli the two of us that night but halfway through our dinner at no signboard seafood, Mr T called Dan and ask if we girls would like to chill out later at night with him n Mr R. Since we girls haven decide on where to go n also.... since I haven seen my Mr R for quite some time, we decided to meet up. Well, here are some facts abt Mr R:&lt;br /&gt;1) He is 29 years old&lt;br /&gt;2) He is cute and good looking&lt;br /&gt;3) Makes a good lover&lt;br /&gt;3) I dun think he is rich but he definitely a sweet talker&lt;br /&gt;4) Met him less than a year ago at MOS&lt;br /&gt;5) Last but not least, he is just another HORNY BASTARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite dressed up yesterday n was really excited to see my ex-crush (Mr R). We went to Rochester park to chill. The 4 of us was just sitting down and chatting. Mr R was definelty firlting with me saying that he likes me just that I am a good girl and he can't commit...yada...yada...yada... You noe, the usual excuses guys give for being a player. Fast forward to when we were in the car. Mr T was driving and me n Mr R was sitting behind at the passengers seat. Well, I can feel that he was looking at me but I just refused to look over. U noe how things can get messy when 2 pairs of eyes met. However, he keeps on looking and hold my hands n I had no choice but decided to give him just a brief glance... I shouldn't have... Things just started from there.... He held my supposed-to-be-brief glance n look so lovingly into my eyes. Oh boy.... He has got such captivating eyes and before I Knew it, we were already kissing! He is such a good kisser.... As much as I would like to continue, I knew I had to stop as I wouldn't want things between us to go any further other than friends. Don't ask me why. Though I am attracted to him, I still prefer Mr KIA. At least, Mr KIA treats me like a princess and gave me due respect. Mr R is just a HORNY BASTARD and even if we did go any further, I believe he would only treats me as a fuck buddy which I wouldn't want. Relationship with Mr KIA is just different. Apart from sex, he also taught me a lot of things. I dunno where I stand in his heart but he is someone whom I will first think of when I need help. He brings me to see the world. He brought me along to balls and functions and let me enjoy the high life of the rich and prestige. What a wonderful guy he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I think most of you would be interested to know the r/s between Dan n Mr T. hehe. Well, I can't betray her... Tag her and ask her to update here lor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115894543064613522?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115894543064613522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115894543064613522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115894543064613522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115894543064613522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/met-up-with-mr-r.html' title='Met up with Mr R'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115893242286799475</id><published>2006-09-22T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:40:22.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow up Act</title><content type='html'>I received comments that my blowing skills is good.....fark! Is that a compliment or is it a remark to say i'm loose....Can someone enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115893242286799475?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115893242286799475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115893242286799475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115893242286799475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115893242286799475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/blow-up-act.html' title='Blow up Act'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115877602313943048</id><published>2006-09-21T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:13:43.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with Mr Know-It-All for lunch today. Why is he called Mr Know-it-All? Well, first of all, he is an old man, 37. Considering I am only 21, so anyone above the age of 30 will be called an old person by me. For short, lets just call him Mr KIA. Mr KIA is a rich eligible bachelor with a fat bank account. He works in a marketing company as a marketing director. He is handsome, rich and a gentleman. Most impt of all, he is NOT YET MARRIED!!! (well, I dun think he will get married since he just got too many girls to choose from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing this silky cream dress and I waited downstairs for his car. After 5 min or so, I saw him coming and he was still as charming in his shirt and pants. He nv fails to make me feels like a princess. In the car, he put his hands on my leg n tell me that i look sexy. I just smile and say thanks. We have not met up since I started my new semester. Anyway, he brought me to Marriott for lunch. While we was eating, I suddenly had naughty thoughts in my mind. I looked at him seductively while stroking his legs with mine..... At first, i tot he would be shocked but!!! Humph! He act as if nothing had happened and continue with his food! He always likes to make me angry. Coz when I'm angry, i likes to pout my lips, he says that this is wat he likes most abt me. U think i will give up so easily?&lt;br /&gt;I continue n this time, I used my hands... I began stroking his thighs on the outside and then inside and i went higher up but avoiding his already erected penis.... Haha! Guess what? We didn't finish our food. He put down his fork, look at me and say, ' ok, U win.' We called for the bill n check into the hotel room. As usual, he is still like a wild animal. We were already kissing at the corridor and there was this couple who went pass us but we just dun give a damn. We made ourselves into the room and he strip me naked. Sucked at my nipples and fingered my already wet pussy. At the same time, i helped him took off his clothes... His lean body feels so good against mine... I went down on him and gave him a good blow job... He let out soft moans making me so satisfied... I ride on him with him grabbing my breast. We both came at almost the same time. After sex, we cuddle for a while before he made me bubble bath. He is such a sweet guy and knows how to pamper me! Well, we went for lunch after that since we haven really finish our lunch yet! oh, did I mention how i met Mr KIA? hehe, more updates will be posted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115877602313943048?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115877602313943048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115877602313943048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115877602313943048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115877602313943048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/met-up-with-mr-know-it-all-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115846742836021586</id><published>2006-09-17T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:30:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long ago</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh its been ages since i last stepped foot into blogger....working full time is no fun in fact it is sucky and rather no life....oh yesh, the boyfren is back but of coz when he was away i did had my own fun haha.....wat kind of fun? well u name it i have it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a couple of guys but was seeing Mr C more frequently compared to the rest. I must say indeed its very nice to have a guy drive u ard coz the boyfren still does not own a car. But stepping into the car can be a danger zone especially when the guy gets horny and touchy sometimes it makes me feel rather sick. For goddess sake, please do not endanger my life. I do not wish to die a terrible death at such a young age. So please keep your eyes on the road and your hands fixed to the steering wheel and clutch and not your hands on my thighs or wat so ever places on my body that your hands can lay on. I hate it when guys have this horny look on their face, i have no idea how to describe that look but its juz an absolutely lusty look. Fuck, i am no porn star pls get that right. Mr Audi also has that kind of look. Is it all guys who drives better cars tend to be rather lusty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i am not any better seeing guys while the boyfren is out but tts my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S: Adri i will always be dere 4 u......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115846742836021586?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115846742836021586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115846742836021586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115846742836021586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115846742836021586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-long-ago.html' title='long long ago'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115678734102201482</id><published>2006-08-29T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:49:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay tuned....</title><content type='html'>Dust and cobwebs are making this place their permanent home liao la.... So long nv blog le..... Dan and me are so caught up with the hetic life..... Well, Dan bf is out sailing... hehe/ *cheeky smile* Stay tuned for more naughty sesssions that Dan is going to provide. Anyway, life is still the same for me. Work n work, assignments followed by assignments. Still very single and available. Haha. Anyway, my mummy is getting married. Yes, you nv see the wrong thing. MY MUMMY is getting married. Feels so weird to be attending ur own mummy's wedding. Growing up in a single parent family is not easy. Coz of this, I tend to not show my most inner thoughts easily. Therefore, i am so glad that dan is always there for me! Well, and also thanks to the technology of cyber space. Back to my mummy's wedding. Well, I feel sad and lost when i first heard the news.... Not as if its not expected... But just that i brush the thought off my mind everytime. My mummy n i used to share this very close bond that no one can ever understand. We talk about almost everything under the sun. However, ever since she is together with this guy, i know that we will nv be able to share the kind of bond that we used to share. It was like a wall build in between. At one point of my life, I really hate that guy. BUt somehow, i noe that i have to accept him. I have to accept him coz i love my mummy and i wan her to be happy. haiz.... What abt me? Who will be there when i need someone???&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;haha, such a boring post, but i just gotta get things off my chest. haha. See you guys soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115678734102201482?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115678734102201482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115678734102201482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115678734102201482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115678734102201482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/08/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay tuned....'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115219085237898556</id><published>2006-07-06T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:00:52.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is just not that into you!</title><content type='html'>Guys always think that we women are hard to comprehend. But for me, I think its the other way round. I am quite a sociable person and I have a number of guys friends. Sometimes we will just sit around and talk abt silly stuffs. And from all the chatting sessions I have with my guys, I noticed one thing that are similar among them. That is, they will never tell girls the cruel fact the' I am just not that into you'. From all the stories I have heard over the years from my guys and girls friends, I have picked out a number of common excuses guys will give when they are JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have just ended a serious relationship, I need some time by myself. (ya, they need some time to look around and see if there are better fishes out there other than you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I like you, but i am just not ready to be in a r/s. ( Face it girls! The guys just do not like u enough to be in a r/s with u! Move on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I think we have not known each other long enough. ( If a guy likes u, he wun care even if he just know u for a day, he just wanna be with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Career is my top priority now. (Come on! If guys can answer call from the boss even when they are having sex, I dun see why they can't concentrate on their career while in a r/s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You are too good... I think I am just not good enough for you. ( I think this is the most stupid excuse a guy can give! Come on, if i am so good, why wouldn't you wanna be with me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are the are the most used excuses given by a guy when he is just not that into you. Why can't guys tell us straight in the face that' girl, in am just not that into you'? My guys friends tell me that they just feel that its too hurtful and some even say that you nv noe what will happen in the future. There may be a chance that they will feel something for the girl and they dun wan to ruin their possible chances by telling girls that they are just not that into them. Well, i guess we girls just have to learn to be clever and stop finding excuses for guys. The cards should be in our hands! We should let the guys wait on us and not the other way round!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115219085237898556?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115219085237898556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115219085237898556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115219085237898556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115219085237898556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-is-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He is just not that into you!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115194421401611623</id><published>2006-07-04T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:31:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My death is near.... Say goodbye to my friends...</title><content type='html'>My results are coming out next week... Damn kan chiong... At the mean time, i shall party like an animal first b4 I get back my results... Sg more n more stresses up. Even study also gotta work and thats not  to think of the school fees. No money? Got to loan from bank! Pay interest pay till u old liao also must die in sg. No wonder nowadays in sg so many ppl become bald. Wanna get rich in sg, think we can consider setting up clinic treating balding hair. THe more stressed up sg ppl become, the more money u will make! HAiz... Think abt the debts i gotta pay after i got my degree, i also stress. Think the best way is to get a rich guy n support me! haha best! But dunno why i got no such luck! Think sg guys all think sg girls onli like their money, all go find china girls! Idiot man! U think china girls dun love money ah? Girls all love money just guys all love sex! Haiz! Think i just too stress up liao! update again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115194421401611623?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115194421401611623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115194421401611623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115194421401611623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115194421401611623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-death-is-near-say-goodbye-to-my.html' title='My death is near.... Say goodbye to my friends...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115186360710582170</id><published>2006-07-03T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:06:47.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I noe wat u r thinking!</title><content type='html'>yeah, adri here! The world cup fever is draining me out! I am so tired these days... Plus disappointed! Brazil made me lose money!!! KNNNCCB!!!! haiz. Forget abt it! Anyway, these few weeks, one of my ex, Mr h has been asking me out. Well, since i got no dates, no harm going out with him right? BUt come on! Its onli 1 date n he has been asking me out ever since!!! Every morning when i wake up, i will be flooded with not 1, not 2 but 5 or 6 smses by him!!! OMG! He is the kind of guy who looks and acted very decent, but come one, in my dictionary, there is no such thing as 'A DECENT GUY'. No guys will date a girl and not wanting to have SEX with them! I don't blame guys for this coz thats what life is for! You live for SEX! And no body dies a virgin coz life fucked the hell out of us! Well, back to mr H. On the first date, he keep his hands to himself. BUT.... thats onli for the first date! On the subsequent dates, he started holding my hands and hugging me and all that. THen there was this one day when we went drinking and after that while he he sent me back home, we kissed in the lift. But thats it, the story ends here! Haha, disappointing right? No sex involved! BUt this is my principle! Good horse dun eat last time grass (hao ma bu chi hui tou chao) Come on, u may be good to me now! But u dump me last time ok? I wun forget de! Guys always regret when they see their exs become so pretty and will try to ask them out after long time of not contacting after break off, hoping that there may still be a chance of getting back together. Even if things does not work out, they can tell their friends that ' hey bro! That cool chick whom u saw me with is actually my ex. We still are on good terms after break off' Come on guys, is there a need to use us girls as an ego boost?  Of coz not all guys are like that but most of the guys i met are! Well, but for the time being, i will still continue going out with Mr h. The cards are in my hand now! So I should make good use of it! Its always good to be treated like a princess rather than having me to treat someone like a king. And so far, i haven found someone whom i wanted to treat like a king yet. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;P.S Me a Dan just each bought a beautiful dress and we will be having a dress day on friday. If u happened to see 2 beautiful lady walking down the town wearing dresses, it might be us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115186360710582170?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115186360710582170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115186360710582170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115186360710582170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115186360710582170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-noe-wat-u-r-thinking.html' title='I noe wat u r thinking!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115171939539717020</id><published>2006-07-01T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:03:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer galore</title><content type='html'>Dan here- its been more than a month since i last blog......but i can tell u one thing....having a full time job really kills my libido....sex don't exists until the weekend with the boyfren....now i know why the durex survey says singaporeans are having lesser sex but u should look at the scrutiny that we come under each day from mon to fri.....whats worse is class starts next week for me, no sex for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, impossible la based on how much i like the activity......anyway its summer and world cup galore....so how much have u been betting? i know for one thing adri has been haha so anyone with any good tips can kindly share with her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was out with an ex colleague a few weeks back, he brought me to several pubs along mohd sultan the once famous clubbing scene, at first i tot he was a pretty nice chap so i let down my guard against him. He ordered alcohol for me, one aft again even though i told him to stop alr bcoz i was getting giddy alr....but no he din, and his fren was the mgr there so she gave us free drinks....i was almost to the extent of pucking.....although i was conscious of the surrounding but pyhsically my body couldn't take all that much of the alcohol....hence i told him i wanted to go home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to his vehicle....drove ard n he said he still wanted to drink so he stoppped at a provision store and bought vodka....aft that he gave the excuse sayin he wan to go to the toilet so we stop somewhere to allow him to use the toilet....Aft that i repeteadly told him tt i wanted to go home coz it was abt 2 plus already and i was bloody tired already but NO....he said he was kind of drunk so why not stop by his place to rest 1st i had no choice.....so back at his place, i was so tired n giddy tt i lied down to rest....aft which he took advantage of me...he started to kiss me, his hands started to move down to my breats as he massaged it....aft which he started getting on top of me and dry humped me....he started to unbotton my top off, unhooked my bra, unzipped my skirt takinf off my panties, aft which he started to finger me which wasn't all tt good coz i had no feeling at all....he took off his clothes and bottoms, and to my horrors a puny dick appeared...it wasn't all tt long....but normally i tot ppl with shorter dick would be compensated with a harder one (correct me if i'm wrong) sadly his wasn't.....so he tot to hav sex with me, so i asked him why are you doing this to me, he said " coz i like u" wat bloody nonsense is that.....so i questioned him again in which he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An advice to all girls out there, know how to insist in sayin no firmly.....i regretted my actions deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi: i stopped contacting him aft tt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115171939539717020?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115171939539717020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115171939539717020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115171939539717020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115171939539717020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-galore.html' title='soccer galore'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-115102799689837746</id><published>2006-06-23T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:59:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally back!</title><content type='html'>hihihihi!!! Adri here! I am finally back after such a long long time! Something exciting happened last weekend and i can't wait to share!&lt;br /&gt;I went out with this guy A whom i met at mos. We went to catch a movie at lido and there's more to come at the later part of the night... He suggested going for a drink at a pub near boat quay. We had a few drinks and I needed to go to the ladies. Well, he say he will accompany me there and the ladies happens to be located at quite a remote area. When i was abt to go in, he pulled me towards him and look intensely into my eyes.... We lock lips and oh my holly gosh! He was a great damn fucking holly good kisser! When we finally did stop, he looked at me naughtily and say, 'you're in trouble if there's noone inside(referring to the toilet)' And he push the door open and i am really in trouble! *Grinning* We kiss our way inside and lock ourselfs into one of the cubicle. Both of us are by now already hot and hungry for each other. He lick my breast and the next thing i noe, my bra was already off! He must be so experienced! I must say he is one of the not so selfish guy i noe... He was set into satisfying my needs and making sure that i was enjoying these whole thing. He licked and sucked my breast and slowly make his way down south. TO be honest, this is the first time that a guy had go south on my... At first, i was feeling a bit uncomfortable but i slowly start to relax after much persuasions from him and it was a really good experience... Its hard to describe but i feel a shock wave down my spine.... After he was done, he requested me to give him a bj.. How can i reject him when he gave me such a good time! I began with soft and slow sucking and licking... He let out soft moans and I go faster and harder, faster and harder. As i suck, i played with his balls. After a few mins he came... :):):) We both gave each other a satisfied smile and get dressed up. We walked out of the toilet together and he send me home. Feel happy that night! That's why ppl always say sex makes one happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-115102799689837746?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/115102799689837746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=115102799689837746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115102799689837746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/115102799689837746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-back.html' title='finally back!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114943193268780434</id><published>2006-06-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:50:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horny bastard</title><content type='html'>As i got seated in to his car, his face got closer to me......as our lips locked, he started kissing me hungrily....oh gosh my mind was screaming the word "horny bastard".....his hands started to move up to my boobs....softly kneading them....the other hand was guiding my hand to his already rock hard dick.....i pushed him away, "hey, people might be seeing us" i told him.....he grinned cheekily " so do you know where its quiet and not many people" i told him no....i really had no idea plus even if i knew i just didn't want him to know.....for god's sake, the sun is shinning so brightly, hence everywhere would be occupied by people who can clearly see our actions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he drove around the neighbourhood, searching for an isolated place to park his car.....as he drove, his "free" hand was stroking my thigh...u see i was wearing this very short dress....."i'm very horny" he turned to me as he said that.....I replied "orh" as a matter of fact i wasn't that interested in doing anything with him.....finally he parked his car in a multi storey car park.....he turned around, started to kiss me.....his hands fumbling underneath my dress.....he pulled the top down exposing my bra.....he pulled the bra down as well, started to lick my tits.....my pussy was getting slightly wet, but i resisted the urge to do anything to him.....he lifted up his polo tee and asked me to lick his nipples.....and so i did....he let out soft moans as i circled my tongue around his nipples....he was enjoying every moment......he slided his fingers underneath my panties, trying to finger me in that difficult position.....his other hand unzipping his pants.....exposing his dick to me.....he again guided my hand to his dick....so i stroked his dick up and down....he pushed my head down so i went down on him.....my tongue twirling around his dickhead...he moaned....up and down i went down....sucking his dick while my other hand still stroking his dick....within 10 mins he came.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love to see guy's expression when they cum, turns me on...haha...so he asked me, "did you cum" i was like "huh haha no" with that fingering would i ever cum....i'm hard to please u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi: my boyfriend he's not, just a horny bastard to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114943193268780434?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114921864659655720</id><published>2006-06-02T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:15:32.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moan</title><content type='html'>The dorm was almost empty except for the few restless souls around.....As i climbed up the stairs to his dorm, i heard a soft moan....it was so sexy that it arouse the kitty from underneath....as i walked along the corridoor, the moan was getting louder and the breathing more rapid....i couldn't help but wonder where that was from....as i stood outside his door, it was then i knew it was him....the moan....slowly and as quietly as i could, i opened the door to his dorm slightly while peeping through the gap.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there wanking himself.....stroking that long hard dick of his.....i was suddenly engulfed by the sight....His eyes were closed as if enjoying every moment.....his dick was big and i loved that...down under my pussy was getting so wet and i couldn't help but reached down to touch it....by this time, his moan was getting louder and i knew by any moment he was going to cum....i was lusting for him.....lusting his manhood to be inside my mouth.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked silently towards him....he hadn't noticed me as his eyes were still closed, body arched....i kneeled down before him putting his hard dick into my mouth.....circling my tongue around his dickhead.....he liked that as his dick flickered in my mouth....he knew it was me but never opened his eyes to acknowledge my presence......my head bobbed up and down as i sucked on it......playing his balls with my hands......my pace fastened.....his moanings were getting louder....and i sucked harder....."i'm cumming baby" he said....and with that i felt a warm gush of his cum in my mouth....i swallowed it as some of it dripped out from the corner of my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid down on his bed....two satisfied bunnies....i turned to him, "i haven't cum yet darling" but you know what, thats another story for another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114921864659655720?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114921864659655720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114921864659655720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114921864659655720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114921864659655720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/06/moan.html' title='the moan'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114898940933751660</id><published>2006-05-30T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:43:29.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God damn to die for SEX!!!</title><content type='html'>I had such a sweet dream yest night.... I dreamt of having sex with E. Its weird since he is not even a so called friend of mine, but no doubt he is god damn gorgeous! He is actually my brother's tuition teacher. Nv ever in my whole damn fucking life i have seen such a handsome tuition teacher b4! He has a pair of eyes that will send shock waves down your spine and a to die for body every woman would dream of having him him just for one night...&lt;br /&gt;He was in my house for another tuition session but somehow, no one was at home at that moment.... I was in this baby doll pink nightgown i bought from victoria secret... My hair was down and some of them flowing down my sexy shoulder and i wore a very cute pair of betty boob slipper(my favourite!!) He press the bell and i open the door to let him in... He was in a simple short sleeve button shirt(the thing i love abt button shirt is that it will cause no disruptions when u r kissing so passionately and have to take ur shirt off) and bermuders. He came in and close the door behind him.... He look into my eyes, 'you r so sexy'. He pull me towards him and we started kissing passionately... He was a god damn kisser!!! After 2 to 3 mins of kissing, i started to run my hands gently on his muscular chest.... I began to slowly unbutton his shirt while his hand was foundling gently on my breast.... While still taking off our clothes, we slowly made our way into my room.... We lie on the bed with him on top of me... He suck and lick on my neck and slowly made his way down to my breast.... I let out soft moans and i was so wet... When sucking my breast, he fingered my already wet pussy.... To reward him, I turn over and let him lie on the bed... I kiss and suck gently on his chest and kiss my way down to his belly button.... I can feel his already harden cock on my breast...I lick him around his thighs but not his cock... Haha! Naughty me right? He let how soft moans and i love to see his reaction! Finally, he can't stand it anymore and pull my head towards his dick. I decided not to torture him anymore and started giving him bj... Slowly at first and getting faster accompained by the sucking sound... After a few min of bj, he and i can stand it no more and we are so hungry for each other... He doggy me and he did not start slow this time! He thrust me in and out like an animal... I cum at least 3 times! Finally when we were done, we ly beside each other on the bed and gave a satisfied smile... When i woke up this morning.... I was so wet....&lt;br /&gt;when is my brother having tuition agai....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114898940933751660?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114898940933751660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114898940933751660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114898940933751660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114898940933751660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/god-damn-to-die-for-sex.html' title='God damn to die for SEX!!!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114793283360705567</id><published>2006-05-18T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:13:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah finally siong ar....finish exams le.....but den tink will fail lei....den kind of feel guilty to my bei bu loh....hai~but den whats over is over lah...now must enjoy my holiday before i start work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like long long time never update already....but then still the same....no fucking people come and read our blog one.....y huh, adri? anyway these few days like got no big news lei.....election over pap won so no big news already ma....or maybe i never read news paper so not updated.....anyway if anyone pass by the osim shop....den got one girl holding a vacuum cleaner that poster....u must read the slogan properly.....that time my colleague told me....then i look at it...den haha....laugh till i peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later still have to work.....yesterday big boss came and say want to transfer me to suntec outlet....wah i told him i don't wan.....kns loh....go there and whack house flies only.....plus adri is still over here but then hor i going to quit anyway le ma......long time never work now work like very tired lei.....no matter how tired i am must always smile......then customer still don't appreciate one.....think we robot arh.....siao loh...government still say singapore's customer service still not good enough.....but u must also see mah....singaporean so niao so kiasu.....everything also want....standard put so high...how to reach.....but of course sometimes got customers appreciate lah...not all so hiao lian one....think we are like their servant like that....toopid loh...got service charge also not we take one mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie lah...enough of my ramblings....go take a rest before work 1st&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114793283360705567?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114793283360705567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114793283360705567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114793283360705567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114793283360705567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/wah-finally-siong-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114763003527012180</id><published>2006-05-15T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:07:15.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si bei sian....</title><content type='html'>Now is ten min to 2am liao and i still wide awake... Got to study later... Got so much things to study.... So much... haiz... Wat to do? This is Singapore. Got no cert got to go sweep the floor and wash toilet. This month really very broke. Dan bday, my sis bday and lau bu's day! Kaoz! Nowadays the kids more and more xin fu, my sis want a hp for her bday! Wao lao! Last time i got pager already very happy liao can go school show off to ah lian and ah seng say that i got pager leh! Den all of them will go wao wee woo liao.. Nowadays kids really pattern very much. Just like my sis, ask her go study for her upcoming test she will say wan to go eat la, go pang sai ah, slp ah! Wao lao, last time i dare to say so much my mother 'wu zhi san' (you can call it the 5 finger mountain or simply a TIGHT SLAP) will sit very nicely on my face liao lor. My sis really a spoilt and pampered brat!&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Tml going to do rebonding with Dan, really hope it turns out nice. hehe, then be more demure so maybe Edmund will like. Later go to work dunno will see My Edmund anot. Really very excited abt it!&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my and one of my uni friend C is playing a game on tuesday. There is this one guy in our class who looks erm... kinda interesting... Looks a bit like those kind of murderous raptist u see on tv. haha. We decided to wear ver sexy to class on tuesday and try to seduce him by giving him glances and coupled with cheeky smiles! haha! Guess who will he fancy??? haha! I really think we are playing with fire! What if he turns out to be a real raptist???? How??? Then we kena raped? hahaha!!! OMG!!! Edmund will be so depressed!!!! Dan pls save me!!! Gosh! I think stress is really killing us! Making us doing things out of our mind man!!! Wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114763003527012180?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114763003527012180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114763003527012180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114763003527012180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114763003527012180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/si-bei-sian.html' title='Si bei sian....'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114727385358559939</id><published>2006-05-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:10:53.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank bo lan.....</title><content type='html'>Today the bank dunno why bo lan a...Dunno why... maybe now middle of the month liao, everybody bank account kang kang liao, no money to withdraw, so everyone eat bread at home. Bo lan till i can sit there zho bo lan, stare into the sir lor! Sibei bo mood also, coz my Edmund never come. haiz... Dan these few days having exams, my exams also around the corner liao, sibei stress. Singapore really a very stress country. Want to enjoy also very hard. Want to go out play also dunno wan to go where play. Lack of entertainment. Thats why now so many ppl blog. Bo si zho, then have to blog abt bo liao things lor. Just like me n Dan, also too bo liao already, thats why create this blog.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Election fever over liao, everyone have to get back to work. Saw the news the blur sotong james simi a got caught back for investigation! Wao! I really must give my hand to singapore government. They really noe how to act fast in terms of this kind of things. Ask them to renovate the housing estate need to apply for these apply for that. Some more need to vote for them then can renovate, nv vote u dun even need to think abt getting a free dustbin in your dreams lor! Still need to pay some more! No money pay, GET LOAN FROM THEM THEN SO THAT THEY CAN EARN INTEREST!!! Pay till u die also must die in singapore lor! Pay this pay that! Everything also need to pay! Thats why now more and more ppl getting bald, too stress already la! aiya, complain enough liao, need to go back study!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114727385358559939?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114727385358559939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114727385358559939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114727385358559939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114727385358559939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/bank-bo-lan.html' title='Bank bo lan.....'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114717939693886871</id><published>2006-05-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:56:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will learn hard to be Mrs Teng...</title><content type='html'>Wow.... Very long nv blog liao leh! These few days i also dunno whether to be happy or sad... Edmund came to my bank yesterday... Then my friend write down my number on a piece of paper give to him (number only, no name). He looks very shocked. Haiz, this is my first attempt in initiaing to know a guy leh!!! Guess what????? HE DID NOT EVEN CALL OR SMS ME LEH!!! I so sad leh... Then Dan say i should at least write a name mah! Wao lao! Write name liao then he dun even want to come my bank i pai seh leh! At least now still got excuse say he dunno who is the person thats why dun want to sms mah... But then hor, today he came again!! But sad thing is, I still have not reach my work place yet when he came... My friend say today he wear till very yandao leh... I tell Dan i falling for him liao but then she dun believe me lor! Wao kaoz! Real one ok??? Who can resist such a charming man???? Somemore i got low resistant level leh!!! He not only yandao, but rich also leh!!!! Got one auntie who work in  the bank noes edmund de lao pei, she say if wan she can help me match make!!! haha, i say dun wan dun wan but actually deep in my heart I really DUN MIND lor!!! Better still ah! Looks like tml i need to bring liang teh for the auntie to drink liao!! HAha! Wow....... I go and dream liao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114717939693886871?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114717939693886871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114717939693886871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114717939693886871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114717939693886871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-will-learn-hard-to-be-mrs-teng.html' title='I will learn hard to be Mrs Teng...'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114667700367112932</id><published>2006-05-04T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:23:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha!! Tot of that stupid ** i laugh till peng san! Wow kaoz! That ugly FAT BICTH er.... or should i say BASTARD??? Watever la! Well, i really have nothing against les and gays, but this stupid BF/GF of Dan really piss me of! Lets call her/him 'IT'. IT's character sucks to the core! I dunno what my pretty friend here (Well, Dan is really an attractive girl with a pair of big eyes) sees in IT!!!! IT is nothing but a FAT, STUPID, BRAINLESS asshole!!! When Dan was with IT, me and my friends was like trying all kinds of ways to break them up! From badmouthing of IT to attempt kinapping of IT! Nothing works till...... haha!! OUr hero friend y sacrifice herself!!! Haha.... I shall not mention much abt that part but well... Just feel that Dan really like all kinds of challanges and nv fails to surprise me with the things she do!&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Today my edmund nv come.... sob sob.... To think that i spent so much time in the morning doing my make up hoping to put up my best to him.... Hai.... aNYone knows a guy call edmund out there????? Pls tell him i &lt;em&gt;am in love with him&lt;/em&gt;!!! Pray that i will see him tml!!!&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;PAP= Pay and pay&lt;br /&gt;Worker's party (WP)= Why pay&lt;br /&gt;SDP= So Dun pay lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114667700367112932?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114667700367112932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114667700367112932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114667700367112932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114667700367112932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-tot-of-that-stupid-i-laugh-till.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114663116372958953</id><published>2006-05-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:40:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats the world becoming to......juz read this&lt;a href="http://www.colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt; gay blog&lt;/a&gt;, wah really can't take it.....not can't take it as in i'm turn on by reading their blog....but its more of a turn off.....i mean those 2 cuties are not bad looking.....but why must they dear here dear there.....wah, anyway that is not the point.....its the pictures.....thats like oh gosh.....looking at it makes my goosebumps stand.....i think normal straight guys see already their dick will also shrink loh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i must admit i really admire their courage for standing out and admitting their sexuality....yesh, Singapore is a liberal country....but there are alot of things that aren't liberalized.....such as accepting gays and lesbians.....Have you ever wondered why people are more able to accept lesbianism? Is it because lesbians can't have sexual intercourse? I clearly remembered that i was with a butch once back in my secondary school days....and till now i'm still being mocked by Adri for that......can't blame mah, i was just trying to satisfy the curious soul in me at that time.....i remembered being with the butch for 2 months.....and i can clearly remember what Adri mocked me for.....because i actually cried for that butch.....haha.....but really, i didn't LOVE himher.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Adri seems to be head over heels for that Edmund guy well lets hope that he went to the bank today....Good Luck Adri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114663116372958953?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114663116372958953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114663116372958953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114663116372958953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114663116372958953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-world-becoming-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114663437657065664</id><published>2006-05-03T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:35:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TSWaKWiAhY" width="400" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha this is funny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114663437657065664?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114663437657065664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114663437657065664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114663437657065664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114663437657065664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-this-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114658692262710597</id><published>2006-05-02T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:22:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whahaha!!! Today sibei song lor!!! Why??? I saw my yandao EDMUND!!!! Wao... Work in this bank for so many fucking months only got see 2 yan dao onli. So pathetic till i can even remember these 2 yandao face, name and age. haha, one EDMUND, one DESMOND, 25 and 24 respectively. At first count money count till sibei sian, then suddenly my peng you beside me suddenly call me, ' oie, ur Edmund is here' Wow! Immediately, TA DA, My eyes open dua dua, hands like kena dian dio, count money super fast! And can u believe it! I actually heng heng serve dio him leh!!! Wow... He is really my prince in shinning armour lor. Looks so yandao and yet so gentlemen. My peng you actually want to help me get his dian wei one, hai... But i too shy leh! Now then regret!!! I really bai ti gong that tml he will come again then i serve him! I surely get number from him! Haha, wow... first time get no. from a guy leh.... Heart beat like deer bouncing around..... Haha.... Really very happy today....&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt; The election fever is spreading around.... Very easy to see if one area need to vote for mp anot. Just look around. If u see a lot of pap flat around then suddenly ur area got lot of pap ppl suddenly come and shake hands wif u, hao sei liao la!!! Most prob ur area need to vote thats why they come around shake hand wif u hoping to shake more votes out! Then i see the tv got one guy from the opposition party dunno forget to submit wat form kena condemn till bo bien bo ka chen like this. Really buay tahan. P*P really hao siao one! Every little thing also can take out and say! Only forget to hand in form nia must say ppl say till like this! I at school forget to hand in homework the most teacher scold a bit nia, also nv make a big fuss out of it! Kaoz... Dunno wat's the Sinagpore becoming to! hai!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114658692262710597?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114658692262710597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114658692262710597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114658692262710597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114658692262710597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/whahaha-today-sibei-song-lor-why-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114655484815468847</id><published>2006-05-02T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:27:28.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days are so boring.....been pratically stuck at home studying....well since the blog have not been updated for a few days, i shall update that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People nowadays are talking about the Great General Elections which will be coming this saturday.....so stupid, of course most people will vote for PAP one lah.....PAP was started by our country's founding fathers leh.....if don vote for them, will kana blacklisted by them one loh....u got see the commercial, its says voting is compulsory and voting is confidential.....ha confidential my head.....u got see the news, the polling ticket still got people's name and ic number somemore.....luckily, i not 21 yet but going to le lah.....Adri is 21 but luckily for her, its those who are 21 as on 1.1.2006 den need to vote.....but vote simi lan....our GRC here no opposition loh...so my mother, father LL loh....so happy don need to vote....don need to vote still got free money to claim not bad what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The govt also alot of pattern one lah.....know GE coming, want people to vote them, they will start paint the HDB flats lah, build playground lah....ai ya build this build that.....what's their aim? of course our vote lah.....then the opposition party also LL one.......for don't know how many years don show their LJ bin.....come GE, pop pop pop....so many come out.....but then we youngsters don't know who they are loh....tell us how to trust them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.....but anyway got free holiday...Adri will be so happy....coz don't need to work mah...anyway that time, Adri and I were discussing whether size matters......Adri thinks to a certain extent it does matters......hmmm what about for me......of course 1st look, if c the LJ long and big, see already also siong rite? but den long and big also not good if the skill not good.....sometimes too long can hurt one lei.....but too short also not that good lah....coz later no feeling...buay siong....hai~contradicting hor.....luckily, we are girls.....neh not big can go for implants, guys how to go.....so moral of the story, size and technique matters.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114655484815468847?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114655484815468847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114655484815468847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114655484815468847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114655484815468847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/these-few-days-are-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114623397231205558</id><published>2006-04-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:19:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is such a boring boring day. As usual, bank no yando at all, ah peks a lot! I work so hard, i think Dan must be busy masturbasting at home. Si bei buay gong peng!!! Election coming liao, bank also lots of ppl come and take the election hong bao, thats why i also headache... Give so much money out but ownself bo money! Lucky i dun need go vote! arbo I sure dulan, waste my time onli, bo money take still need to go under hot sun vote! This year the candidates getting younger and younger, got one guy candidate from the pap pap one very yandao leh! Too bad he not my area one, if not i sure vote for him. So yan dao go and work for pap a bit wasted leh... Why not come and be my sugarbf??? Haha..... I can provide you with good sex de wor.....  Enough abt all this... I really si bei sian, tml satarday but i no date!!! My god!!! Why am i so deprived???? Hai! Think i too sui liao, guys see already tot that i must have a lot of dates liao that's why dun dare to date me! Hai, come on guys, not all pretty girls got dates one leh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114623397231205558?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114623397231205558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114623397231205558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114623397231205558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114623397231205558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-such-boring-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114602824659052654</id><published>2006-04-26T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:19:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hai~these few days nothing interesting happened lei....except that my ah ma fall down then orh pa gak....so my parents sent her to the hospital....i tell u my paternal relatives are so fucked up....don wan to bring her go see doc nvm already, now my parents bring her to hospital, they hiam wu hiam bo......so CB loh...make until my ma ma not happy, which in thus putting my pa pa in an awakard situation. fucked up lah....at 1st, they pushed my ah ma here and there, saying ur mother u bring.....now we are the one paying for her medical expenses, still so damn kao pai....shut ur fucking mouth up lah....my pa pa just get his CPF money also don need like that qiao zai his money one loh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai~don't talk about them already, haha Adri, just wanting to tempt you cause you are always tempting me.....see your punishment haha....okie i shall not be so bad since u r my ho peng yu....later still so farking toopid, need to go school at 6 till 9.....chiam lah, go there&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;waste time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114602824659052654?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114602824659052654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114602824659052654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114602824659052654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114602824659052654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/haithese-few-days-nothing-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114598369469700586</id><published>2006-04-26T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:48:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian 1/2... Today is my last day of being a vegetarian... Wow... Being vegetarian is really not as easy as i thought lor... Especially with all the support from all my so called 'GOOD FRIENDS'... Dan, i think u got wat i mean hor! Keep on tempting me with all those meat!!!!! Hope my sins are cleared and body cleansed! Today working kan sian! No yan dao at all! Dunno wat stupid bank is that! I think i also kan suay, kana those branch in the housing estate one! Where got yan dao? Ah pek alot la, yan dao wait long long also bo! Today so scary sia... Got one ah pek as old as my dad one come n ask me for my telephone number. Wao lao ah! Ah pek, pls look into the mirror can bo, old till can be my lao bei liao still flirt so much! Pls ppl! Pls all pray for me that tml i will see some yan dao in my bank. If not i sian gar bo si liao lor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114598369469700586?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114598369469700586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114598369469700586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114598369469700586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114598369469700586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/sian-12.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114576845134965564</id><published>2006-04-23T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:12:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah, LL loh, kana shoot by Adri.....ai ya i love sex what.....anyway abt the bangala true la, but not all are like that what, we cannot condemn all of them just because of a few bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, very du lan loh, my internet connection always kana disconnect one lei...very pek chek one loh...i got pay my internet bill of $47.50 every month one leh....ai ya, stupid S******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...saw the new criteria that Adri gave....Very what loh....above 27 below 32 where can call sugardaddy, more like sugarbrother...daddy where got so young one. haha, and what man with few words, might as well find a mute no words ,betta sia.... And how do we know if that guy is principled and has intergrity? What base are we on? Ai yo Adri, your criteria more like finding bf lei, not sugardaddy.....and anyway daddies are old, so they don't use the net lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114576845134965564?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114576845134965564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114576845134965564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114576845134965564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114576845134965564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/wah-ll-loh-kana-shoot-by-adri.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114572838988619812</id><published>2006-04-23T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:53:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wao lao! I sibei bua tahan Dan! Always complaining sex not good enough! Wao piangz! I haven been fucked by a single man in dunno how many fucking months liao ok??? Get a life la! Life is not just abt sex(althought it takes up 90 %)! You still have other 10%! Plus!!!! I cannot believe that she say she respect those bangala for queeuing up! Ya, queeue up! They gang rape u that time also law by law one! Those with smaller lan jiao will go first! So that the chee bye hole will not expand so much then those behind can get to enjoy the same pleasure! Kaoz! Really peng san when i saw that! Look at those x'mas parties at orchard!!! Sibei du lan! Go there go touch us singapore char bo bian heng lui!!! Like bo zheng hu like this, heard that got some bangala even finger fuck some girls in the middle of orchard road!!! OMG!!! wat is this world becoming!!!! This year xmas or new year party will be a party for those bangala already! During that period orchard will be very eriee! All black black one! Kua bo tio ming kia!!! Better dun go! Later kena law by law gang raped by them also cannot bo ma da! Why? Coz they queue up mah! Go by the law leh! how to sue them???? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;And also, the criteria of the sugardaddy given by Dan is wrong!! The changes are stated below...  The management reserve the right to alter any changes without prior notice.&lt;br /&gt;1) Only 27 and above and below 32 need to apply&lt;br /&gt;2) ONLI CHINESE PLS!!!! I simply love pork too much to date a muslim and I DUN LIKE ANG MOHS(cannot understand a single shit they are toking plus their dick are too big for my liking)&lt;br /&gt;3) Mature and most preferbly a man of few words&lt;br /&gt;4) A man with principle and integrity&lt;br /&gt;PLs email the management to get application forms. Selected ones will be informed by email and HR Department will arrange for a second round of interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114572838988619812?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114572838988619812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114572838988619812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114572838988619812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114572838988619812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/wao-lao-i-sibei-bua-tahan-dan-always.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114572640582375336</id><published>2006-04-23T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:26:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tell you even though i have a sex life, its close to almost non-existance. Maybe its because its too predictable. First, its starting with some passionate kissing, then he will proceed to touch me and finger me. After which he would want to have a blow job. Last but not least, sex comes into play. Its like been there done that before over and over again. Its never satisfying so thats why i been constantly complaining to Adri about it. And often i would have to resort to pleasuring myself so as to achieve the Big O. And Of coz thats where the FB comes into the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today went to Changi Airport, intially with the idea there to study but wah lah A, my stupid bf kept dozing off. Very du lan one loh, changi airport couple go there like very romantic right? Go there watch areoplane, my stupid bf go there to sleep. Very sian 1/2 one loh. One thing i noticed is hor, singaporeans very CB one lei, everything must chiong one lei...Just now went to take the skytrain from terminal 1 to 2. Got 2 xiao mei mei, the door open already want to chiong inside, behind me, got a few bangala, they very law by law one loh...they queue up, people come out already den they go in. See already very pei fu them lei....Even bangala also know how to give way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also just now on the way home, reach expo station, got alot of youngster boarded the train...i was thinking wah lan, expo got concert is it, how come i don't know. Then i think and think, i remembered a fren told me, his church service at expo....after recalling that, i was like chey, CH people see already also du lan loh. Then got this CH girl and guy, don't know is one to attract attention or what lah, in train play qi guo ba. Siao loh, god never teach you play qi gou ba is a form of gambling meh. plus how big already still want to play that.....want to play go back primary school lah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114572640582375336?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114572640582375336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114572640582375336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114572640582375336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114572640582375336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-tell-you-even-though-i-have-sex-life.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114568437492256426</id><published>2006-04-22T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:44:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poor Adri....lost her hp....lets observe a moment of silence for her phone 1st before we continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, lets continue....i know she ain't in the best of mood. Anyway, a thing to be brought up, Adri regarding the appeal that was not something i thought of, it was something my fren, Da Pao Sian told me one. He said it was possible but don't ask me i got no idea how to go about doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday on MSN, my MSN pal asked me if he could come to my house. Crazy, thats like letting the big bad wolf in the pig's home. This guy, lets called him A, A did asked me before to have sex with him or even worse ask me to be his part time. haha stupid sia. How old already still play what part time, full time one. tsk tsk.....the worst thing is he knows my guy because they were in the same course during poly but they didn't know each other well except for each other's presence. He's weird la...always claiming that he knows that i am horny....Crazy, through what way does he know i'm horny. Even if i'm horny, i do not LUST for him. He is just an absolute turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Adri says she wants to find a sugardaddy.....don't know if thats for real....but well i'll just help her advertise. Any guys who is financially well to do, 30 and above, pleasant looking can just email us at adri_dan85@yahoo.com.sg . All will be kept confidential....haha i wonder if Adri sees this will want to kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114568437492256426?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114568437492256426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114568437492256426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114568437492256426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114568437492256426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/poor-adri.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114564123972675791</id><published>2006-04-22T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:40:39.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KNNBCCB!!!!! Wao lan ah!!! I lost my beloved hp!!!! So suay!!! Less than 2 months old!!! I dun remember doing much bad deeds lately leh. Maybe just laugh when i see ppl fall? That's all!!! Kan suay lor! I think i am going vegetarian for 3 days to cleanse my body and clear my sins. Fuck the mother backside to the person who took my hp!!!! wao lao!!! Think i better dun scold too much also, later karma befalls on me, i really kan suay these few months liao. So du lan! Some more cannot get the money given by the government!!! CCB! Kao! Better dun ask me waste time go vote! Nv give me money still wanna waste my time! That Dan even more stupid! Ask me go write appeal letter! This kind of thing where can appeal 1??? U think zheng hu ur lao bei ah? Si bei lame a leh! If can then everyone go appeal i think the zheng hu will F**K ur backside upside down lor! Wao lao! BUt on second thoughts, i think no harm giving it a try. I can try to tell them if they give me 600 i will vote for them, 800 i will ask my lao bei and lao bu vote for them also. 1000  i will even ask my ah zhor to come up vote for them lor!! I think i really kan suay these few months! Tml must go si bei lor there bai bai guan yin ma, hope can change my luck. Must buy 4D also, dio 1st prize not to mention N70(the phone i lost), wan n100 also can ask finland there to ship down one for me ah! Money makes the world goes round!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114564123972675791?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114564123972675791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114564123972675791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114564123972675791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114564123972675791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/knnbccb-wao-lan-ah-i-lost-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114553833980775330</id><published>2006-04-21T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:02:50.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do????? I have a question or rather a problem that have been bugging me since... dunno when... I really wonder what do other girls go when.............their pussy suddenly itch in the public????????? Dun laugh first!!! I am serious!!!! Well, I guess things will be easier for guys. For guys, their ku ku jiao is external one wat, so when their birdy itch, they can easily scratch it!!! What abt girls???? What do we do??????? Our pussy is internal one leh!!!! When itchy that time, do we orrg the pussy with our fingers to tame the itch??? Or do we just leave it as it is and and wait for the itch to go away by itself??? The itch nv go away how???? Everytime when my pussy suddenly itch in public, I will try to use my bag to cover it while using my fingers to rub on it to tame the itch. Well, usually it works, but in dun think this is the right way leh.... And also there is one thing i cannot understand!!! Why can some guys go south on a girl??? Well, maybe i am still in the stone age or I must be living in the 60s, but i really find the woman chee bye very.......SMELLY!!!! How can the guy even enjoy licking and sucking it?????? Woman pee there u noe???? How can u lick on the hole where we pee????Do guys love drinking urin so much??? Why dun you pee already then drink from the toilet bowl????? Can taste more of it wat!!!! I rememeber once a close guy friend of mine told me that the woman cb tastes sweet!!! OH MY GOD!!! How can it be sweet when we pee from there???? Shouldn't it be salty?????? Wat's the world coming to?????????? Have anyone tried licking the asshole??? How does it taste like har????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114553833980775330?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114553833980775330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114553833980775330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114553833980775330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114553833980775330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-do-you-do-i-have-question-or.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114550762848091077</id><published>2006-04-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:02:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went shopping with Adri and another fren, biang A, Adri i just remembered we forgot to bio guys yesterday lei. Ai yah what a wasted trip. Adri went Zara and got some reap out of it. I only spent my money on a facial cleanser which wasn't for me, was for my guy. Den after that, went to catch reincarnation, biang A, do all japanese girls talk in those kawiia manner ar? Ok lah, i must say the show not as scary as what i thought, though i was frightened out of my wits for a few scenes. The main actress herself look like zhen zi lei.......long black hair and big big eyes. Biang A, if at night go out and hail taxi like that, the taxi driver see already scared, lam pa also will shrink loh. I also got big eyes lei, but hers is scary while mine is cute loh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, don't know whether i pervet anot, but i have a habit of staring at guy's crotch especially when taking the train lei. I know you think i not only sei but also siao, but you know in the train when you are seating and there is a guy standing in front of you, his crotch is just at your eye level loh. Got free things to see, y don't see. I very kasiu one loh, everything want free, everything want 1st. Singaporean what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114550762848091077?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114550762848091077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114550762848091077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114550762848091077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114550762848091077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-shopping-with-adri-and-another.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114541799862681293</id><published>2006-04-19T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:39:58.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Singapore most notorious area for supper with Adri last nite, we had tim sum and because of Adri, we had durian as well....anyway the main point wasn't all that much about the food we were eating, but more of the sight we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, u guessed it, the prostitutes. My guy was telling me last week, when we went to had dinner there, that they come in all age, shape and sizes. Thats so true, u want auntie hookers, they have it, u want young ones, u can easily find it as well. But if u noticed, those supposingly should be legal ones are much more prettier than those left to solicit business themselves. So i was telling Adri, she said of course lah, got go through interview one mah. Haha, i wonder what kind of interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Example&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp: Your neh big enough to breast fuck anot?&lt;br /&gt;Prostitute: Of cos lah, E cup lei! head fuck also can loh&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Pimp: Your blow job skill good anot?&lt;br /&gt;Prostitute: Of cos good lah, one guy even had to go see doctor loh, cos my skill too good le. Good until his lam pa got internal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U pass by those shophouses, where you see the girls sitting outside, wah, their neh neh real big loh. Not only are they big, but it looks like tau hwee like that loh so smooth and white. See already also envy. Wonder if its real or fake, actually see already i also want to touch loh....help guys test test first what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ah pek there, like gui ba ni never kuah char bo like that lei, girls walk by stare like no tomorrow like that. And also something i noticed, got alot of PRC man and bangala loh. No young singaporean guys there, i mean other then those working around the area, or there for the good food, when i mean food i really mean that lah not the tau hwee la.... wait, i rem there got the you tiao da wang, there also sell tau hwee lei...ai ya i am contradicting myself. i read already also blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work yesterday was super duper boring. Got one ah neh family came and eat, den the ah neh daughter ask got this particular dish a not, so i told her its not available yesterady cos don't have a particular ingredient....mgr forgot to order. Ok, so after that the ah neh father ask got this particular flavour, i told him don't have, sold out. Wah then the ah neh father ki siao liao loh, come and shoot me, and i quote" you keep telling me what's unavailable, so tell me what's available"....really siao loh, what those ah neh family ask was unavailable what, i was just answering their questions plus he didn't ask me what was available loh.....was so pissed off after that episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114541799862681293?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114541799862681293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114541799862681293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114541799862681293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114541799862681293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-to-singapore-most-notorious-area.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114538598218429837</id><published>2006-04-19T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T02:46:22.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wao kaoz... Today si bei tired and si bei sian ah.... Stand till my ka ai ji liao la, pussy also abt to split into 4 parts liao!!!! Today after my stupid bank job finish liao still got to rush down to my waitress job(me and Dan are working together in a resturant). Poor girl right? Hold 2 jobs still got to study some more! What to do! Bo money, Bo dar bor, Bo xin zai (figure), bo lang to make love with, that's why have to work so hard la! I already got no money to even eat liao, Dan still there complaining not enough sex! Really dunno what she thinking 1 leh! Everyday think of SEX n SEX n SEX! Hai, maybe that's the reason why she so pretty! Looks like i got to force myself to think about sex more. Eat must think that the hotdog I eating is like sucking KU KU JIAO like this, Pang sai must think that the KU KU JIAO is as big and as long as my sai, then serve customer that time must see the face liao then imagine how big his ku ku jiao is or even what kind of lam pa ji he have; wrinkled like my grandmother face? Or smooth like egg shell???? Think singapore really too stress liao, stress till all the ppl here a bit ki siao. I also a bit tao nao bo ho sei liao, nowadays keep on getting so moody(maybe due to can't-take-my-mind-off-sugarbf sydrome). Anyway, just now after our lan jiao job me and Dan decided to go down geylang there to eat supper. After we finish eating, we decided to walk around n look at one of the singapore tourists' attraction. haha, the prosititute! Wow piangz! Dun see nvm, see liao really gei xim ah.... The women there like to sit outside then wear those kind of low cut tops. Me n Dan walk pass them and had a glimsp at their neh neh!!! Wow lao! KAN DUA AND KAN SMOOTH LOR! I girl see already also feel like touching, I think man see liao can nose bleed and their ku ku jiao immediately rise flag ah!!! I look at their neh neh then look at my again! Kao, now then i realise my neh neh looks like those siew mai that i just had for supper leh! Eat so much siew mai, no wonder my neh neh also looks like siew mai la! Think next time i must change to eat Kong ba bao! Ok la, i got to kun liao, tml after work meeting dan n another friend for shopping n movie!!! Wish that tml bank got more yan dao so that easier for me to imagine how their KU KU jiao looks like! haha!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114538598218429837?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114538598218429837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114538598218429837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114538598218429837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114538598218429837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/wao-kaoz.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114528060286719130</id><published>2006-04-18T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:00:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew it! Dan! I knew it!!! I know u for how long liao??? Its not a surprise that u skip lessons AGAIN! haha! Wao liew! Today I got a lot of things to complain ah!!! Today while working, dunno where all the KU KU JIAO and NEH NEH PO customers come from! The queue so long and all the customers are staring at me!!!! Feel like telling them ' Kua simi kua la, bo kua ge sui char bo si bo!' Wao lao! Really make me so stress leh! U thinking counting money very easy izzit???? (Ya, forgot to mention that I am working part-time in a bank) All the uncles and aunties kb till like no tml like this. See a poor and pretty girl there so stress liao dunno how to dao ka chui si bo, at least stand there wait patiently la, KB so much for fuck? Where got bank no long queue one? Got queue then prove that the bank got quality thats why got so many ppl come what. Even go geylang teh neh neh also need to queue! Queue for a while ur lan jiao will become shorter ah? Or ur neh neh will 2 become 1? Think all their tao nao bo ho seh a leh! So many customers already make my mood very bo ho liao, worse thing is dunno why my bank NO yan dao customer 1 leh!!!!! All the customer is old till can become my grand dad that kind! Haiz... Poor Adri..... I dunno why Dan still complain so much!!! Complain not enough SEX!!! Hey girl, come on!!! LOOK AT ME!!!! My LOVE life has been inactive for dunnoe gui ba ni liao, NOT TO MENTION MY SEX LIFE!!! Think the lack of LOVE n SEX makes Adrianna an unattractive girl!!! HOW???? What to do????? Good guys like already extinct liao leh (haha, except SugarBF)!!! Ya, Dan say she will pass me cleo magazine tml, she say the winner this year KNS. Really meh? I dun quite believe her leh... Got such a wonderful life liao still can complain BF not horny enough.... Some more cleo choose de dar bo like every year buai pai one leh... Shouldn't be that bad la.... haha, I shall keep my fingers cross for now... Haiz, ok la, enough of ku ku jiao talking liao, i will get back to doing my project!!! haha, my friends in front of me thought that i was typing my project!!!! Oh, one last thing, i still receive no news abt sugar bf!!!! Think my CAN'T-TAKE-MY-MIND-OFF-SUGARBF SYDROME will persists.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114528060286719130?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114528060286719130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114528060286719130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114528060286719130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114528060286719130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-knew-it-dan-i-knew-it-i-know-u-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114525392747626704</id><published>2006-04-18T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:05:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okie, confessions to make before anything happens, i skipped lessons today. I know Adri would probably go "ha, not again" but i was so damn tired that i slept till 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i'm all alone at home now, so porn time.....no lah, its stupid to watch porn all alone. If i get all wet n high, who is going to satisfy that horny biatch in me? You can say let the fingers do the walking, but then its different doing it alone than compared with some guy seeing u rubbing yourself. The guy see the hot action going on, then maybe he 'steam' lei. He will then ask can he join in, which will end up in some intimate actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder what has NS done to my boyfren, everytime i hear of stories of my gfs telling me how horny their bfs are every saturday when they book out, but then i look at my beloved. Hai, its two worlds apart. I feel disappointed, i question myself, am i not attractive, am i not appealing at all. No lei, i look myself in the mirror and i think i quite pretty what, my big adorable eyes, ok lah maybe boobs not that big, but that shouldn't be an issue what. So obviously next step i question him lah, i ask him y not horny, he say tired. But what he does is the same as what other NS guys are doing what, y they tired still can bonk their gf like energiser bunny like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should start saving up money to buy those blue lil pills those ah pek eat before they go geylang. Anyway, Adri is working now as i type.....haha poor girl, still got project discussion tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114525392747626704?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114525392747626704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114525392747626704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114525392747626704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114525392747626704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/okie-confessions-to-make-before.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114520716405687228</id><published>2006-04-17T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:48:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wah biang, now 12 something and i am so hardworking.....Juz now Big Cannon &lt;strong&gt;(Dao Pao Sian)&lt;/strong&gt; called me, well he sounded confident on the upcoming exams. Ok lah, i don't want to be so bad and defamed him lah since he did give me some encouragement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may ask what did he do to deserve this name.....well, as the name implies, he like to sian loh. Often he would tell me how capable he is lah, what brands he goes for when obviously his dress sense is quite uncle, he would also narrate to me whats the lastest world issue around.....Woo, please, spare me the agony, if you are great eventually people will know, don't need to sian lah. Please don't teach people how to dress when your fashion sense isn't that great. Don't be a newsreporter over the phone, i know how to read the papers except that i'm more interested in celebrity gossips and other 'hot' local current affairs which can be clearly found in Wan Bao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okie, enough about him, Adri is probably slogging hard thinking of another 400 words to write for her report but i bet she's not concentrating, her mind is most likely be on the Levis' skirt that she has been eyeing on. Either that, or she will be reading other blogs such as her beloved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugarbf.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sugarbf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; which she just crazily told me that she is in love with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114520716405687228?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114520716405687228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114520716405687228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114520716405687228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114520716405687228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/wah-biang-now-12-something-and-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114521240234606345</id><published>2006-04-17T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T02:33:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah liew! I really cannot believe it man! 12 somathing liao that Dan still a tahan! I tot she ten something will go kun liao! Hai' Think she really my hao beng you! Really knows me very de well leh! Ya, I admit. I am indeed looking at Sugarbf blog!!! Can someone pls save me! I am suffering from the CAN'T-TAKE-MY-MIND-OFF-SUGARBF SYDROME!!! Everytime i switch on my lappy, the first thing i do is to click on fav then go to sugarbf blog to see if there was any updates! So anyone out there, PLS, wo qiu qiu ni men, anyone who noes sugarbf, pls let him noe that I am truely, deeply, and madly in LURVE with him!!! I wonder if there was any chance of me meeting him in person and knowing what is he like. hehe, must be someone attractive, somemore he is older than me! I simply can't resist old guys!!! They exludes an uncontrollable charm that younger guys seems to lack. Well, but dun get me wrong ok? When I say old, I dun mean someone like my ah zhor hor, the most is older than me by abt 12 years old gao liao hor! Sugarbf seems to meet the criteria! haha.Well, think i seriously need to get back to work!!!! Good night Dan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114521240234606345?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114521240234606345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114521240234606345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114521240234606345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114521240234606345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/wah-liew-i-really-cannot-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114517364928118431</id><published>2006-04-16T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:47:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adrianna here..... This is such a borrrrrring sunday!!!!!!!! Danielle is studying for her coming exams at home (though i really suspect if she is really studying or watching porn at her comp)while here I am slogging for my project!!! I am dead, the deadline is tml and here i am blogging myself away!!! My stupid relatives all at my house to visit my grandma... So stupid, got one uncle say i become fatter already!!! So angry, so bo taste! Is CUTE ok! Wao piangz.... Just now my auntie come and look at what i am doing at my lappy!!! Lucky i quickly minimize to the page where I am doing my project! Phewz.... Me and Dan is going out together with one of our mates on wednesday... Guess it will be an eye rolling and guys bio-ing day for us in town! I think i better get back to work, my stupid uncle keep walking past me! So stupid, he must be thinking that I am watching porn then he also want to cham ji ka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114517364928118431?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114517364928118431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114517364928118431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114517364928118431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114517364928118431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/adrianna-here.html' title=''/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26181554.post-114512161940387044</id><published>2006-04-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:19:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be prepared to get de-virginised by the charmed SisTers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before continue reading, be warned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Those 16 and below, pls seek parental consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Those who can't handle our explicit truth, pls get OUT! (Instructions: you can click at the "cross" icon at the upper right hand side of this window)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This blog is a work of fiction. The characters, conversations, and events in this blog are a product of the bloggers' imaginations, and any resemblance to real life person or to actual events is not intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the fantasy world of the charmed sisters!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just to get you guys prepared, this is a short intro of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrianna: I am a talker! Fun loving, beyoind that fun loving appearance lies a kindred soul. As stubborn as i may seemed, i am actually deep in thoughts. A master of all gossipers and loves retail therapy as a form of de-stress. A feminist in values. Happily single and loving it, though doesn't mind the extra attention from the opposite sex. Any takers????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle: I am not as innocent as i seemed! A typical gemini, i have two sides to be seen, but as often most people only manage to see one side of me. An avid gossiper just like Adrianna. A shopaholic wannabe but of course with the lack of money. Happily attached and loving it, though doesn't mind the extra attention from guys as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those curious souls who would love to know how the charmed sisters got to together, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention because we only say it once, secondary schoolmates since 13, but best friends since 15. Though we studied in different polys n Uni, we are binded by some common items, mainly ice cream, juice, shopping, values and most importantly, our interests in GUYS! Of course we have different opinions, which will be shown in the later part as we start to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So try to make yourself as comfortable while reading our entries.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26181554-114512161940387044?l=becharmed4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/feeds/114512161940387044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26181554&amp;postID=114512161940387044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114512161940387044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26181554/posts/default/114512161940387044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becharmed4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-prepared-to-get-de-virginised-by.html' title='Be prepared to get de-virginised by the charmed SisTers!!!'/><author><name>The charmed sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03341542388941038667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
