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    <title>Boyfriend Banter</title>
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    <lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 19:20:01 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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      <title>I don't need a boyfriend to love or miss </title>
      <link>http://peek-or-stalk.blogdrive.com/archive/84.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 02:59:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> I feel like i'm going to lose a friend. I don't want to lose a friend. 
So many times i've heard, friends come and go, but I always say no, good friends will always stay. 
A few of us are living far apart, contacting via messengers. We all moved on. We are still together, we can still catch up. But how much more better if we weren't apart that we are still together, that we can hear each other's laughter and see each other's smile and filter our each other's complaints. 
 
She might be going back to her home company, and all i could do is cry and miss her. Somehow, it's vaguely familiar.... (more)</description>
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      <title>But often times those words, get tangled up in lines</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:44:30 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I was having a friendly chat with a friend who would be purchasing a car soon. Of course, there's the talk about money matters. So i told him to sell his branded assets to contibute in the financial means of purchasing the car. He exclaimed &quot; I sell you la ,&quot; wtf. Being in that verbal diarhea state i was in,  i spoke in the fastest of speed 
&quot; Woi, since when u own me ah . Hah! u sell me ? you can already buy 5, not 1 but 5 Ferraris,&quot; wtf . ( I realised later on i'm worth much more than that.)
Then he laughed and retaliated. 
&quot; I sell you ?  I can get a B-M- ........&quot; 
Everyone hands up... (more)</description>
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      <title>Dreams do come true</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 18:12:41 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
       For those of you who didn't already know, I will be facilitating an exciting overseas job posting next week. Sunday, to be precise. Singapore, to be exact. It is to be my very first full time job! (Yes, take me when I'm still young and gullible!) 

I'm rather divided about this.. whole thing. There are sizable opportunity costs - the other job offer I could have accepted in KL (which is initially the industry I wanted to go into), the people I grew up with and of course, the people I would leave behind. Not that I wouldn't return but I know people DO drift apart.  I'm not sure if I... (more)</description>
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      <title>And I froze to death</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:52:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Mindless surfing revealed a gem of a quote:
&quot;Calling when you say  you're going to call is the very first brick in the house you are  building of love and trust.  If he can't lay this one stupid brick  down, you ain't never gonna have a house, baby.  And it's cold outside.&quot;





Heart,
Kinkylicious
         
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      <title>Bacon is Babi is Bacon</title>
      <link>http://peek-or-stalk.blogdrive.com/archive/80.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 09:09:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 My mom was frying bacons in the backyard when incidentally, the (malay) construction workers next door happened to have caught a whiff of the heavenly aroma: 

W: Puan masak apa itu ya?

M: Daging.

W: Daging apa ya?

M: *laughs nervously* Daging la.

W: Babi ya?

M: *feels like kicking herself* Er, ya. Sorry ya! 

W: *chuckles* Tak pe, tak pe..


P/S: My mom has since resolved to cook only when they are having their break. 
     
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      <title>swooshing or smooching</title>
      <link>http://peek-or-stalk.blogdrive.com/archive/79.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 10:40:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>And let there be a revival *woot* *woot* ..... cause kinkylicious was too lazy to blog, wtf wtf. 
Cheekylicious was too busy writing reports. She was blog writing deprived that her reports sounds like blog entries. wtf wtf. 
 
Anyway, cheekylicious was so busy lately that she had to take anti-stress medication which was chips and chocolates. However, due to the overdosage of it, cheekylicious came down with sore throat and near fever. Cheekylicious also didn't sleep much. 
Finally last night, after replenishing my sleep time, i went out, my housemate saw me and looked shocked. 
&quot; you... (more)</description>
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      <title>The Dating Game</title>
      <link>http://peek-or-stalk.blogdrive.com/archive/78.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 09:53:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
       I've been dating alot recently.

With different people at that.

Its bloody frustrating when they say they'll call, but they never did.

I mean, I've put so much effort in it-lor, preparing, hoping I don't make a fool out of myself and trying to be myself.

&quot;Just flash that million watt smile and you'll be alright.&quot; =D

I think they mati kena electrocuted. Thats why they couldn't call me. 

So you tell me la, isn't going for interviews like going for your first date?!

I've been attending interviews and getting wee bit numb about it. Oke, make it very numb. *weary* I just want to be... (more)</description>
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      <title>Conversation with housemate while brushing teeth</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 15:43:46 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot; I want to go back to Malaysia for a haircut. You see, my hair like a lion's mane,&quot; 
&quot; If your hair is like a lion's mane, what's mine?  Lion in a bad hair day?&quot; 
 
The we fell in a fit of giggles. 
After a good dose of toothpaste flying around, she had to chirp in, 
&quot; Nola... like a lion didn't use pantene shampoo,&quot; </description>
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      <title>of why i'm not yet dating</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 06:59:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>There's this application on facebook, supposedly very true. 
The application is some kind of questionaire. So after clicking a few of my choices this is the result of what type of guy is meant for me. 
what type of guy is meant for you (girls only)

My result is: the one in the middle
 
This guy is not bad. He doesn't always want to be with you, but sometimes he jsut needs you everywhere. He's not sure what he wants yet if he wants to get serious or just kinda see how things go. Just watch your step and give him some space 
 
 
 
 
Why la ? Why la ? 
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      <title>i don't rant nor gripe </title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 17:31:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>These few days has been really up bringging. Ok it's really late now, and my choices of diction isn't at its very best. 
But i just couldn't help but to say , i've been really truly happy for the past few days. 
 
Then i realised, last week i wanted to blog about something when i was happy, but i forgot to blog about it. So i'll blog on it now.
One fine day when i was being the rascal I always am, I sat beside this heart dropping, knees wobbling, nose bleed inducing, mouth dropping handsome guy in a bus. That was after i offered the seat to my friend, who gently declined it because it... (more)</description>
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