<?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-6072857</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:29:22.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar hard.]]</title><subtitle type='html'>ahhhhh</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ryann</name><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>468</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-3027807340109041563</id><published>2007-05-06T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:13:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY CLOSED.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/3027807340109041563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/3027807340109041563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3027807340109041563' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-7064282166123908014</id><published>2007-05-03T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:41:29.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess you mistook my heart for an accesory.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/7064282166123908014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/7064282166123908014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7064282166123908014' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-7875894136779434772</id><published>2007-04-28T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T02:50:59.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if it is a curse or what.Cos i prone to fall sick when its the month of april.Coincidence but it is true.I remembered when i was younger,I keep failling sick on my birthday.The photos i have of my younger birthday 'DAYS',All posed on the bed with blanket on!JINXED.Anyway,Diarrhoea kills me and I should arm myself with anti-diarrhoea pills.Like lomotil, dhamotil, loperamil, charcoal pill!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/7875894136779434772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/7875894136779434772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7875894136779434772' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-7158449006675820216</id><published>2007-04-22T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:00:29.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The pefect sunday of the year.Reasons?No work, no stress, no worries, no entertaining petty customers.Again?Idle at home. Sleeping in. Pigging.So what happens next?Sleep, go out!Really?YES!keep your head stilli'll be your thrillthe night will go on, my little windmill.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/7158449006675820216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/7158449006675820216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7158449006675820216' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-4656377177652968810</id><published>2007-04-14T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T16:38:51.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work yesterday was superbly busy,Dan surely is one temperamental bastard.Asshole manager.After work, we chilled out at OB.Had monopoly session till 6am,A 2hour game.Haidar was the first one to went bust.My money was depleting,Which means i'm gonna be the next bankrupt incl faidhi.Couldn't be bothered lar so I went out to smoke.Ten minutes later,They ended the game.Again slacked at outside OB till</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/4656377177652968810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/4656377177652968810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4656377177652968810' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-223731000853331435</id><published>2007-04-12T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:37:04.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>despite what i'm badly engulfed with,emptiness rose in me.been busy week, nothing seems to be right.and everything isn't going as what it ought to be.Today, work seemed like hell but gang was too kind on me.I'm gonna miss this should we go our seperate way,this june.It summed up my day that i'm surrounded by the best people,Pure people sex, if you wanna call it.i guess in someways i'm a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/223731000853331435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/223731000853331435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#223731000853331435' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-660936052608557536</id><published>2007-04-06T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:31:47.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>work has been taking an extra toll and things are getting rather much oppressive. deciding on something minor is getting hard too. maybe i've been rushing here and fro. and sometimes when everything is getting harder i wished we can freeze time. i'm not really sure with my emotions too which makes the 3/4 lot chunk outta me.the exhaustion of rushings and work has been kicking on me. this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/660936052608557536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/660936052608557536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#660936052608557536' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-8702351001226140581</id><published>2007-03-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:12:25.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I've made a terrible mistake.Fuck you ryann.Probably diana's palm reading was right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/8702351001226140581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/8702351001226140581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8702351001226140581' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-7892162974031142889</id><published>2007-03-10T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T02:29:22.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had troubles remembering my password to log into this one.I think I'm gonna have mental breakdown. Bumming around and sleeping in is the coolest thing to do when I'm away from slogging my ass off at Starbucks. yeah yeah.I'm gonna bore you guys out with this pointless entry.First thing first I seriously need to get my ass moving on revamping my old bulky room. The room is stuffed with uncoolness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/7892162974031142889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/7892162974031142889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7892162974031142889' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-117233709642199685</id><published>2007-02-25T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:11:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like your dastardly boyfriend, bitch...Today's lepak-ing session was fun. We fagged like there's no tomorrow. Viceroy SUPER menthol lights is still the sex babe.Work today was awesome except that i woke up 10minutes to 7am and i had to be at work by 7am. I couldn't care less to chase the train either. What made today sex at work was I got a free tumbler. I chose the $35 one. OK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/117233709642199685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/117233709642199685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117233709642199685' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-117086927009907041</id><published>2007-02-08T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:30:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girl why do you do me like that...Today is considered the most happiesy event of the week! WHEE.Supposed to be fetching cuppy from work as promised. But I immediately made love to my bed the moment I reached home from school. I can't help snoring away so the fetching part had to pass. Woke up with many missed calls. JEEZ. I guess i had a good time sleeping that's why i couldn't hear the phone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/117086927009907041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/117086927009907041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117086927009907041' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-117079057985513626</id><published>2007-02-07T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T03:36:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ayla...I can't seem to write down my thoughts, that explains the disappearance. Besides i had to retrive my password because my memory is as old as an 80years old granny.I've got no idea why my chest just gotta hurt,URGH!Anyway, I've completed almost 80% of the drawings of an 'air engine'. God knows what the heck is that. The sad part of me drawing all these stuffs is, I do not know how should it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/117079057985513626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/117079057985513626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117079057985513626' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-116860699570849308</id><published>2007-01-12T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T03:43:57.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perfect Skin...I know i have been boring with a bold/capital/underlined B.My 3weeks of school vacation felt like it was over at a speed of lightning. Two weeks of working and a week of trip to KL.I didn't get to go exploring and that's the saddest part. The only part i enjoyed during my stay at KL was the midnight walk around their "mini orchard" road. At sungei wang. Cos they had starbucks! A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116860699570849308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116860699570849308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116860699570849308' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-116595249237830134</id><published>2006-12-13T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:52:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets go fish...Work was incredibly fun today!! It felt short cos we had alot of fun and alot of great stuffs happened today.Firstly, i skipped the first class with pure INTENTIONAL! My dad settled my handphone debts. He must have got his pay, he took out his bundle of cash proudly. OOOH SHITHEAD YESSA!After work, went to bt timah to have supper with cuppy's family. We ate alot of good stuffs, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116595249237830134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116595249237830134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116595249237830134' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-116525438972987379</id><published>2006-12-05T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T01:46:29.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even heroes have the right to dream...I apologise for the long lost MIA. It has been a very busy, very hectic for the past 2 half weeks.Post Birthday celebration, school camp, pulau ubin trekking, school, work and endless hours of work!The school camp was damn boring i would have trade to smoke marijuana than to be with my ball-less classmates. OH OH! The girls were crying and screaming because a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116525438972987379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116525438972987379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116525438972987379' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-116370649373503140</id><published>2006-11-17T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:48:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're like sex...The tittle, i know. Its 3am and i'm done with this frigging business proposal and i almost throw this dumbass printer out of the window. I'm DONE now. Phew! What a load.Camp is coming, oh how much I dread having into any activities with my classmate. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!!!! I'm gonna die from 'what a lame classmate to have camp with'. Aye aye.Store outing the other night. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116370649373503140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116370649373503140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116370649373503140' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-116170456829300120</id><published>2006-10-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:42:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm your aphrodisiac...I need to iron my school uniform plus i lost/misplaced my school documents. I wonder where's my dumb thumbdrive! I guessed it must have gone on a holiday too while I went for my 1month holidays. URGH.I just bought my O2 earpiece after losing it and the silicone cover since its not virgin anymore. I guess something is wrong with my internal card reader or something like that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116170456829300120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116170456829300120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170456829300120' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-116154558191969386</id><published>2006-10-23T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T03:33:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Blind I have this crazy migraine and i can't sleep eventhough my eyes are so tired. I guess hajar must have passed her "blues-bugs" to me. BOO HOO!I have a bad migraine. HELPI apologize for not updating my damn blog. I can't recall what happened too cos my memory went on a holiday for this very night.Hajar and i were singing to this song while waiting for ash.now i'm sober&lt;?p&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116154558191969386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/116154558191969386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116154558191969386' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115986559741195149</id><published>2006-10-03T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:53:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chocolate cream chip...Yesterday at work was hell lotsa fun. We were supposed to have a meeting. But this black security guard pissed us off. Fast forward, i got a crazy customer. She asked for a cappucino and latte. So i said "so that makes two drinks yea?" She said no. And i was to my upmost shockness(exaggeration). I went "HUH?" She said i want a "double short skinny latte and a short </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115986559741195149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115986559741195149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115986559741195149' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115930907255606836</id><published>2006-09-27T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T06:17:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh baby...Its 6.02am and my head is spinning. Work in two hours time. I guessed insomnia has taken a toll over me. JEEZZ!Listening to rick price-baby its you. Cos i'm missing you and i need that love in me to pass the day today. NYEAHHHH. Work at 8am, so i guess i just go now so i can sleep at work. Or i wont wake up in time for work if i sleep at home. Pay in like a week time. So my list goes on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115930907255606836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115930907255606836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115930907255606836' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115879837016041092</id><published>2006-09-21T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T08:28:22.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Madonna ROCKERIOS!!Don't mind the tittle yea guys.Time check, its 815am. Haven't had a wink since 3pm yesterday. Work at 5pm till 2am. Was stuck at outside of ministry of sound waiting for a damn cab. Amen..! My brain is not programming. klsjdiosaudioashdasndaskljdasiodaOH THIS FEELS GOOD!!askjdsaijdasiopjdsajdsakldjOH THIS FEELS GOOD!!iojsaiduei9rjqewlnrdqwa,mred18932741274e32ujkj5k;#</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115879837016041092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115879837016041092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115879837016041092' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115860737472859030</id><published>2006-09-19T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:24:50.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porno... I feel like going for a smoke. BOOS! My earphone is one-sided spoilt and its driving my ears mad. I've been travelling with mp3-less since i misplaced my earpiece, and watch-less. I better find my titus watch, i'm afraid someone pawns my watch. LOLS. $400 missing watch. I'm real dead la. MANE JAM AKUUUUUUUUUUUUU!! I need to find my apron. Where's my green sexay apron? I shall stuff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115860737472859030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115860737472859030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115860737472859030' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115817545245798230</id><published>2006-09-14T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T03:24:12.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All that i've got...Its 3am and i've been sleeping late since its the holidays. Argh!Work was really fun. Went to the mars. I mean, went for mercury man. I should have taken picture of me. So basically i carried the big huge coffee dispenser or whatever la you call it. If you guys have seen some crazy starbucks people carrying a big thing which is bigger than the scuba diving oxygen tank, thats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115817545245798230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115817545245798230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115817545245798230' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115799677182504308</id><published>2006-09-12T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:50:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I won't pay. I think i need a change of job.I'm really dysfunctional when it comes to work.I guess maths exam drained my poor mind.AIYAYYYAYY!Whatever it is,I shall drown myself with mocha And chocolate cream chip &amp; cappucino tomorrow.With LOADS of whipped cream.FREE TAU.I've got no idea but,I do miss my 'teenage' life.Reason being,I love the way i look back then!And the tons of dates?Haha.Ogayy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115799677182504308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115799677182504308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115799677182504308' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115789297853303234</id><published>2006-09-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:09:46.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An art of beauty.Imagine,clocking 15hours of work &amp; 7hours of chilling &amp; bull-shitting sessions.12hours of sleep for the aftermaths.Ash and me were bull-shitting during the wee hours of morning,While the both of us were trying hard to stay awake,because fo sure we will end up sleeping on the hard,cold surface, metal bench.These two cats had to fight!The black one was "screaming".Cat language. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115789297853303234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115789297853303234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115789297853303234' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115705573066707552</id><published>2006-09-01T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T04:38:02.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ej rocks...Probably when i'm old and retired, i hope i'll be spinning like ATB or alice deejay. Something i like! 75% of 2storey electrical layout has been done. And oh i'm so gay of my achievements. Besides, i want to learn piano. bleargh. Today songs are picked from my old playlists. Techno/trance. ATB-don't stopdj jurgen-higher &amp; higher(the lyrics are funny thou--&gt; move your hands all over my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115705573066707552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115705573066707552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115705573066707552' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115695305780560797</id><published>2006-08-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:50:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wet day...Evaluation test today. Everything was all oh so perfect. Figure of 8,crank course, plank. But e-brake, I skid and fell. MEGA CHEEBYE SIAL! I locked my elbows and stuff,looked straight, i think i jammed too much on my rear brake. When the bike dropped on the ground, I realised I actually fell. CHEEBYE SIAL... Its raining thou, so its ok i guess. ARGH CHEEBYE. Plus, this crap moronic car,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115695305780560797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115695305780560797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115695305780560797' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115686910195761018</id><published>2006-08-30T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:31:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>June afternoon...Work last weekend was great plus tiring. I can hang on making espresso, cappucino, latte and etc. Except what infuriates me is their individual teaching method on how to memorise how many pumps or shots. Shut up la fuck i can memorise my own style. URGH. Anyway i should thank them for being so helpful. Apart from milk spilling, hazelnut and caramel syrup spilled on sri, me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115686910195761018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115686910195761018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115686910195761018' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115644370722438916</id><published>2006-08-25T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:21:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stars about to fall...you know i fucken love you so.can you decipher that? when i'm with you,i'm closed to tearscause you only almost here.haven't i always loved you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115644370722438916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115644370722438916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115644370722438916' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115626436805113301</id><published>2006-08-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:45:31.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm singing one last time...Today's training is fun except for this crap guy by the named of ash. EEKS don't talk about him. Coffee is eew to him and why the hell is he in starbucks. He said that our price for a short cup is $4.10 is daylight robbery. This is not hawker centre u can get your cofee for 80cents man. Also today, I avoided tasting "bold" coffee. They taste too strong or either it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115626436805113301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115626436805113301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115626436805113301' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115592468073223673</id><published>2006-08-19T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T02:42:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celebrate and dance so free..I've been yawning for every 5 seconds and my jaws gonna drop on this computer table. Literally speaking,though. I'm done with my drawings. EEKS!! I've always wanted to be a doctor, or a jet-fighter pilot, or a medic? I didn't think i'll end up drawing/drafting and designing electrical layout. Oh boy this must be a total bore whore. boo.Happy birthday DAD! =))Parents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115592468073223673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115592468073223673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115592468073223673' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115522897518785639</id><published>2006-08-11T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:56:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kamikaze...My current stint has taken a whole lot of my leisure time and spending longer quality date. I wish that time wouldn't have to pass so fast.On the contrary, i'm still having fun and "burning" a hole in my pocket. That is somewhat good or either bad. Good cos i'm pampering myself  to good food and good stuff. Bad as in being BROKE in two days? Ahh.. whatever it is.If only i can rewind to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115522897518785639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115522897518785639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115522897518785639' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115462884927590556</id><published>2006-08-04T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:19:33.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you heard...she speaks without thinking.she really got muscular biceps and legs(my HULK in disguise).she treats me like a little girl cause she's boyish.she can be too mushy and emotionally dependent.she really have tons of patience level.she screams at me when she's having a bad day.she is a hardcore KLUTZ.she loves to fake break ups.she loves to irritate the shit outta me.she loves to call</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115462884927590556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115462884927590556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115462884927590556' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115453690822276063</id><published>2006-08-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:53:33.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breathe...Today is sucha happy day! WOOOHOO..............!Had practical today and the instructor in charge of plank and slalom kept praising me every round i passed the course. kembang-kembangan sey aku.weewit. I guess today is lucky that i managed to ride on the plank successfully for the whole of 100minutes. He was so nice to brief me about the slalom cause shit instructor from previous lesson </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115453690822276063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115453690822276063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115453690822276063' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115436164969531164</id><published>2006-07-31T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:00:49.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rainy Day...School was aye-ok. Engineering drafting teacher a.k.a Sim pussy tried to spoil my day. HAH. You fucker. I know how to draw a 3D solid, bitch.Met my favourite girl and spent quality time together. She gave me a keychain cause she dislike me using the old keychain.The keychain is beautiful, just like you baby. Thank you baby. We ate, shopped for junk food, she accompanied me to the bus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115436164969531164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115436164969531164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115436164969531164' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115402280230890073</id><published>2006-07-28T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:53:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>100 years...My niece just refused to pose for a decent one.Ahh.I've enlarged the hole and inserted that huge barbell.Now i've to change to a small one. Cause people kept going "SO SCARY. YOU DON'T USE THIS ONE. SO BIG!!"Aye aye its no big deal, besides its inconvenience to sleep with.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115402280230890073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115402280230890073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115402280230890073' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115290886858369003</id><published>2006-07-15T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T04:33:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love you though you hurt me soI want you back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115290886858369003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115290886858369003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115290886858369003' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115290765807178719</id><published>2006-07-15T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T04:07:38.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That prettay thang...At this rate my body is going, i'm going to collapse sooner or later. School starts in one week's time. Damn maths class, i had to cancel my practical. INFURIATING. To top it all, i need to finish this shitass project. Oh puhlease. So much stuffs to do, yet so little time. Monday will be the class chalet. And i'm so dreading it. Come to think of it, i can't wait to go KL (oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115290765807178719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115290765807178719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115290765807178719' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115254881047109941</id><published>2006-07-11T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:26:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the brink of insanity...Holidays been rather monotonous.  So-so.i really miss you so much. and meetings been rather sweet and fun. baby baby. hehe.the other night, niece cried pratically from 4am-530am. Couldn't sleep. ARGH. Had to give way to my hungry tummy. Went fer breakfast ALONE at 6am to mcdonald. I felt like im the walking zombie in the middle of cck. Mcdonald @ yew tee, the sky was so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115254881047109941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115254881047109941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115254881047109941' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115186475991927193</id><published>2006-07-03T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:49:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part IIPeek a boo!    Told you to HELL with tie.  I really do have shaky hands, Hur?  Cuppy stinks for sure!  She really does stinks!  We have sensitive nose.  Ouh and i love this girl! Not the one on the left side of the corner. The specs one. OOOH BABY. -hides (dun kill me cuppy) This has been Ryann entertaining you with my awesome photography skills.Ryann out!it was oh so perfect.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115186475991927193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115186475991927193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115186475991927193' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115159164369338312</id><published>2006-06-29T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:39:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bullcrap..NOT!It is always the thursday blues.And thursdays is always the most lonely day.Where I get all tied down and have withdrawal symptoms.Urgh.It feels like thunder has struck me.Pure idiosyncrasy.There's something wrong with my throat.My voice is a husky one.SEXY?I want it to turn out like how i've always dream of it will be.I want a perfect ending.I want you to be my future and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115159164369338312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115159164369338312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115159164369338312' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115078971864351321</id><published>2006-06-20T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:06:03.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one can catch me like you do..[This entry is supposed to be on 19thjune.]This has been a rollercoaster ride. A whirlwind of mixed emotions &amp; feelings. Though some nights may seem too painful to sleep. I always know there's someone who will stand by me through thick and thin.There were just some days, i hated you so much and by throwing you into a machine shredder is of course a way to cure it,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115078971864351321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115078971864351321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115078971864351321' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115057330969576385</id><published>2006-06-18T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:41:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One two three...I am quite angry at myself.Probabbly not quite. I may appeared calm as hell but i have this anger deep inside to those whose path i've crossed. All i gotta do is to throw the load off my mind. This is mentally-exhaustion. I need to free these emotional turmoil. Probably thinking about kirstin kreuk is a good mental masturbation. RARR RARR. I still need to take this load of crazy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115057330969576385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115057330969576385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115057330969576385' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115053218807948134</id><published>2006-06-17T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:19:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was it real? I DONT KNOW.Just a random entry before i get to work.I WANT THIS RALPH LAUREN PERFUME.Prolly my next pay!!YAYY...Was thinking to buy CK summer 2006.But i prefer the 2005edition.-whinesSo happy i got my lacoste perfume!OK GO... GO WORK!!!u owe me an iou...baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115053218807948134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115053218807948134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115053218807948134' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115039467526594122</id><published>2006-06-16T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:13:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All in my head...These few days have rather been monotonous, &amp; blues. Not pms maybe just having some emotional turmoil. Probably the side-effect of kicking the habit of smoking which i guess is 10% significantly ryann-proven. Apart from the increasing number of fights and quarrelings.I think maybe I'm real scared and worried for my engineering drafting, what will happen if i flung. The feeling of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115039467526594122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115039467526594122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115039467526594122' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-115004201153099138</id><published>2006-06-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:06:51.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't need this kind of fights...Working life is getting juicier day by day. Either gossiping or slacking around. The best was last saturday. The great people, carlos &amp; chee meng. They brightened up my day and made me forget about that monster. I swear if 'mudering' is legal, I'll be the first muderer. Heck.It saddens me carlos &amp; josephine is going back to philippines. He was so sweet when he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115004201153099138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/115004201153099138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115004201153099138' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114990244767224752</id><published>2006-06-10T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:23:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swing swing...Regretted picking up the call.(on the line)sis: wanna watch movie?me: what time is it now?sis: 845 am.me: WHAT??sis: please la watch.me: what movie.sis: 'cars'me: what nonsence tittle is that?it was a ten minutes conversation,cause i'm not a movie buff.pss..so that makes this movie is the first i watched this year.met with an accident.stupid car, slippery road.it was in a state of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114990244767224752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114990244767224752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114990244767224752' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114961097230377277</id><published>2006-06-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:22:52.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IOU...Today is sucha happy day!HAPPY HAPPY.In random order.1)school was fun.2)practical succesful.3)had the nicest mee soto from inpirasi stall @ bedok.4)bought my neutrogena face cleanser.5)cut hair yesterday. (new hairstyle.no more spiky ones)6)re-pierced yesterday.7)algebras for maths. (i love algebra)8)i want kiss hulk right now!9)PAYDAY!!10)PIZZA!! (WOW. what a treat)11)met my naughty niece!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114961097230377277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114961097230377277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114961097230377277' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114923227706018130</id><published>2006-06-02T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:11:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love...caught smoking in school.cept they did't catch me red-handed.but still, our lecturers let us off.or else our names will be sent off to NEA.national environment agency.blehx.jackson, his fren n i kinda in a tight budget.split money to buy pack.they wanted to fag in the toilet.so i just crashed into the boys toilet n smoke.fast forward...i'm home.accompanying cake to citylink swensen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114923227706018130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114923227706018130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114923227706018130' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114908939622611188</id><published>2006-05-31T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:29:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tic tac poh...note: the author is raging mad upon writing this entry.grr.this relationship ain't got no respects anymore.grr. GRRR!!anyway, school is still mundane,cos no one is in the same frequency.my progress so far andi presume chinese are better.i got no malay girl friends!as in classmate terms.nothing interesting except epdft.electronics principal drafting design!nyeah.maths is equivalent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114908939622611188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114908939622611188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114908939622611188' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114875415051844397</id><published>2006-05-28T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T02:22:30.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UR SUCHA JOKE TO ME.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114875415051844397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114875415051844397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114875415051844397' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114807391435277388</id><published>2006-05-20T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T05:25:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh mandy...i just did a useless quiz.probably the reason on yer guys mind is "oh mr frapp is still alive?"basically nothing much to blog/comment.shuttling between school and work.balancing between classmates and friends and dates.the nerdy classmates,the autocad mates, the 'lets have lung cancer' mates.but i did fagged today thou i told myself not to.mind,i've not been smoking for like 5days?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114807391435277388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114807391435277388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114807391435277388' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114533365977692066</id><published>2006-04-18T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:14:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You bitch bitch bitchy keys...I've yet to duplicate those bitchy keys,And i feel like seeing a medicine man,To send some painful spirits and haunt that asshole,WHO TOOK THOSE BLARDY KEYS AND HAVE MADE MY LIFE HELL AND CAUSING LOSS OF SLEEP AND WORRIES EVERY 5 SECONDS OF MY LIFE AND THIS IS TORMENTING ME. ASSHOLE ASSHOLE!!!I'll go around singapore to get them duplicated.5 reasons why I don't blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114533365977692066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114533365977692066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114533365977692066' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114444546731943110</id><published>2006-04-08T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T05:33:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red dress...Work was great!Talked with some starbucks crew,I got another free mocha frap drink and and and NEW YORK CHEESECAKE!Sadly i ate about two spoon?I only like oreo ones!OH damn speaking of oreos,I left my oreo ice cream in the freaking freezer!!!!So sad.Its 5am now,I'm still awake after the cold shower.Ash came to my work place and we slacked around town aimlessly.The hainanese chicken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114444546731943110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114444546731943110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114444546731943110' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114434922011720714</id><published>2006-04-07T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T02:47:46.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw the sun..Pay day!=DAlright i'm too tired to elaborate about stuffs.ARGH.I'm just pissy-fied with my old folks.REALLY.I'm going to pay my fees,And spit at them.This is infuriating me.ARGH.I'd rather stay with cuppy,Even if i have to bear her cat house atmosphere.Your Love Life Secrets AreLooking back on your life, you will only have one true love.Although you may have been hurt before, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114434922011720714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114434922011720714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114434922011720714' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114426672473667353</id><published>2006-04-06T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:52:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hips don't lie...Its 3am in the morning..and i have work in few hours time.*fretsThe first off day,just stayed at home and folded clothes!Because the laundry room is like cats birthplace.Ergh.Went dinner and xbox with ash at lot one.=))Today woke up quarter past nine am.Sent sis to work and went to bugis while waiting for ash.Collected my repaired O2!The place was like a market.Those unsatisfied </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114426672473667353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114426672473667353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114426672473667353' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114374591246021035</id><published>2006-03-31T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T03:11:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Infidelity...Sorry for the m.i.a guys!=)Life is getting too mundane,And I lack of social activities,Girlfriend activities,Pigging activities.My guilty pleasure is afternoon nap.Today i did napped!!Yayy.Woke up at 9.30am because sis wants to go for breakfast at BK.Had to dragged myself outta bed cos i kept saying no for the past few months.Niece didn't wanna wake up,She kept "snoozing-like". Aye </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114374591246021035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114374591246021035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114374591246021035' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114231750955366897</id><published>2006-03-14T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:25:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to be dead part II...Had a bad day at work.Monday blues. =/Went to Liat towers to and fro TWICE.Complained to manager about that bitch.No actions was taken.Actually, I think she's afraid if she can't handle orange julius.The leaders left!Soon it will be me &amp; everyone.Missed the last train,A big THANKS to carlos.Grrr.. he just drives me bonkers.He took a long time doing inventory stocks &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114231750955366897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114231750955366897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114231750955366897' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114176065429055232</id><published>2006-03-08T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T03:44:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Through thick and thin...Its 330am and my body is snoozing every 5minutes. Oh gawd save me from 12noon-11pm shift man.Off for tomorrow and day after! =)Cuppy went down to meet me.Oh god so sweet!(Reason being why i'm sayin all god is cause we're are infested with 'omg')Walked with her to cold storage to purchase bananas for stupid orange julius.On the way there,we stopped by and entered a watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114176065429055232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114176065429055232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114176065429055232' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114150313031602794</id><published>2006-03-05T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T04:12:12.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L-O-L-O- L-O-V-EIts 4am. What a hectic day apart from work, we had an argument again. =/As always, we just fight and both not wanting to talk to each other.We're fine now &amp; she's fast asleep.AND my 3 handphones just have to die on me.I left the chargers at home.No motorazr, no O2 Xda II mini, no samsung.I feel like selling my pink motorazr,because i don't use it.Oh oh back to the previous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114150313031602794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114150313031602794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114150313031602794' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114115389777675333</id><published>2006-03-01T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T03:11:37.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jimmy gets high...Each time whenever i'm motivated to type, my eyes gets all tired and sleepy weezy now. I need to do one chore which i'm starting to hate. laundry.I'm terribly elated. I'm too happy. Oh boy just oh boy. =)Went to jurong point to meet sis.Niece saw her mom &amp; ran as fast as she can.Just how cute can she be?GAGAs.Straight away went into the watch shop.Sis really don't give me false </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114115389777675333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114115389777675333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114115389777675333' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-114051853283362603</id><published>2006-02-21T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:42:12.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sing me something new...Today's the off day which means, i'm outta of that "popular town". Everyday of my life for these past few weeks, when i wake up, my mind says "Get up mai! Go to work" And my body just keep snoring away, and the alarm keep snoozing every 2minutes. I didn't dare to use the pocket pc as my alarm clock. Cos the sound just freaks me up. I will wake up at an 'alarming state'. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114051853283362603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/114051853283362603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114051853283362603' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113938340479282801</id><published>2006-02-08T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:23:24.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I won't push too hard or break your heart..Sleeping is just the best thing to do when i'm outta work. Diverting calls is the next best thing to do. I'm not running awy from anything or whatsoever, I just deserve to get a 5-star rest. My off days will be spent with, sleeping till late afternoon, watching tv, resting on the sofa, napping every 20minutes. By then its night time. I'd  rather be left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113938340479282801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113938340479282801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113938340479282801' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113903711756934290</id><published>2006-02-04T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:17:44.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my gosh..Lame tittle. Referring to basement jaxx-oh my gosh song. HAHA. I love it.I have two minutes to type what i want. Then i have to bathe. Off to work.Ahh don't care..can turn up late. No its a bad thing.Gotta take a train to work,Cos i think orchard road is close?3-4 Feb close.Yesterday was my off day.HAHA.Supposedly i had to work.Then i think aunt grace told kim,the operation managerTo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113903711756934290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113903711756934290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113903711756934290' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113882316236657440</id><published>2006-02-02T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T03:51:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You and me.Not been blogging.Look at the last entry's date!Top off my mind, S, as is so common everytime i get fixated and obsessed. so i have in my memory, like some sort of mental masturbation, the nights she picked me up from work, the Lets rush for the last train.. The paragon visits waited till my shift's over, that stupid MRT incident where we're heading to marina bay from Orchard to get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113882316236657440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113882316236657440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113882316236657440' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113717370161191643</id><published>2006-01-14T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:35:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday The 13th...Had a really, extreme bad day at work. Woke up an hour before work, the effect of the medicine. Waited for like 10minutes under the hot sun for a freaking cab! Still 8minutes late for work. SIGHS. Chatted with the taxi-driver he gave me a stick of cigarette.Went to the bank to exchange notes. Friggin long queue, waited for an hour for my turn. There's this bank executive by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113717370161191643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113717370161191643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113717370161191643' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113683070088911650</id><published>2006-01-10T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T02:18:20.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The god of cute stuffs.Each time when I try to blog, my mind just switches off calling me to sleep.And thou I'm heading their advice to sleep early (216am) for work tomorrow.Selamat Hari Raya Haji to the Moslems!I just love ogggling at the sheeps..Actually i'm just fascinated by their poops.Supper at Lau Pa Sat just now.Rubs tummy.Rushing to Taka in the mornin to get my jeans,Here comes my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113683070088911650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113683070088911650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113683070088911650' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113636025905112735</id><published>2006-01-04T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:38:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just another tons of lies...Finally i don't have to drag my ass to work for today and tomorrow. =) I need loads and loads of rest. When i'm too tired, i kept waking up from my sleep. And i've been having weird dreams. Wonder what's wrong with my life.Planned to stay and rest at home the whole day. But mom is coming here! Oh hell and i need to run for cover. Else she will bombard me with my '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113636025905112735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113636025905112735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113636025905112735' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113592473976730756</id><published>2005-12-30T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:40:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change your ways...Dear good one,From this day onwards, i shall not care about the oohh-la-las of the bigger (urgh). Hasn't my unfailing presence all this while proves to be some promise that i will not, and will never be converted? oh baby breathe... tonight the stage is mine so put on my favourite tee else you'll bear the penalty.I suppose it was some news that almost drove me up the wall. Some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113592473976730756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113592473976730756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113592473976730756' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113579009839114964</id><published>2005-12-29T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:21:23.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're my favourite moment.Its quarter pass one! I'm having tummy ache. ON and off. Went to the doctor. The medicine caused drowsiness. Sent sis to town, and then cuppy fetched me. WHee.. slept from marina bay to admiralty. Heh.. I bluetooth the xmas pictures already. Will uppload it tmr. Or saturday, my off day. Heh.. =) Oh i found $34.05 the other time while i was cleaning the leftovers! And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113579009839114964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113579009839114964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113579009839114964' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113574556731999093</id><published>2005-12-28T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:52:47.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cos you're my number one...I just love off days. But when its off days, i don't feel like going out. Sheesh. Shall go to the doctor about my stupid rashes. Why do i have sensitive skin? The place is bloody dirty and dusty. Then off to cut my hair and bluetooth the xmas pix from my pda to the comp. =) We look like raindeer! Yani &amp; me.Eve of xmas the three of us, yani,carlos and me worked together.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113574556731999093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113574556731999093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113574556731999093' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113540918616342108</id><published>2005-12-24T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:26:26.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cranberries.Its 1530 and i'm supposed to be out of the house. Sometimes, laziness calls in. I still need to bathe. We're having our own party later at work. Yani,carlos &amp; me! Woah can't wait, and carlos wanted to bring turkey ham and champagne. =) Oh and hopefully marry doesn't get angry cos i'm not working with her at Lt today. If i work at LT, the place there is packed. If at OB, we can have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113540918616342108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113540918616342108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113540918616342108' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113501520521367769</id><published>2005-12-20T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:14:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love stereophonics.Exhaustion is hitting real bad till i don't feel like picking up calls or replying msg-es. but since i'm granted the reason as to why the sun rises up, it's all worth the not-sitting-still even for a minute.On another side of the coin, i'm pretending nothing happened. It was just a night. Therefore i'm ignoring the existence of an old flame. And if this fails, i shall sell my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113501520521367769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113501520521367769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113501520521367769' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113488448102629021</id><published>2005-12-18T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T13:41:21.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make me feel like the one.Hello!! Haha. I'm happy today. Ash &amp; zie is here. =) Ash &amp; i slept at 7am. Our sleepover session. Watched hellboy but i fell asleep halfway. Walked to 711 to grab instant noodle. Then it was 6am and we were so bored. Took bro's car key and chilled in there! =) Played by fav song by garbage-when i grow up. I miss listening to that song.15mins to 11, zie called. Blablabla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113488448102629021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113488448102629021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113488448102629021' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113452271869933602</id><published>2005-12-14T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:11:58.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep-deprived.Its 908am and i'm supposed to be at work. Here i am, typing this entry while waiting for ash to finished bathing. hur. Spare me mans. Bad day at work also yesterday. I can't work with this old auntie. A.k.a bitch of oj! I don't work to do spring cleaning, cut kiwis or peel a box of sunkist oranges or take order. Argh shit lar.A bad day to start the week with. urghs.Gtg now before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113452271869933602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113452271869933602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113452271869933602' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113288400368027696</id><published>2005-11-25T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T10:32:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its my party and i cry if i want to.Okai yan is sleepin on the floor instead of on her bed. Without pillows!!! She looks so comfy. =) Shit what stupid song is this? Mariah carey! I like Heidi alort from sugababes. She just looks freaking awesome in 'push the button' mtv. Everytime i see her, i think i have orgasm.Uncontrollable orgasmic behavior. Note the spaces. I have nothing to write. Oh i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113288400368027696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113288400368027696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113288400368027696' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113206422381725870</id><published>2005-11-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:17:03.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby goodbye..This news is so hard to express and to be typed down.I LOST MY MP3. BLOODYY BLOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYY!!ARghx. Basically i'm in the battle, as in clod war with the passengers in the bus. I pondered if the bus is going to the zoo. They behaved like hooligans, one shouting, screaming, laughing loudly, blast their music. SPeaker-mode. Though i know they will say "shit i pay the bus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113206422381725870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113206422381725870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113206422381725870' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113170795065427238</id><published>2005-11-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:22:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the end of all hope...Someday when i get olderI wanna own a restaurantAnd be successful.Or probably a social worker.Own a car or a bike since my mom badly wants to.Someday i die like in pearlharbour!Someday when i retirei wanna live in a farmhousePlough fields or maybe have tractors doing the job.Ride horse with that hat i've always wanted.Watch the sunset and sunriseWith my wife.To rear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113170795065427238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113170795065427238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113170795065427238' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113152798217761778</id><published>2005-11-09T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:19:42.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pounder.Physics paper just now. =) Atleast its better than chemistry. I should be prepared for the worst. Yesterday supposedly to be studying with dear cuppy.Lunch at bugis then to national library,It was bloody crowded!Then we walked around bugis just to find a photocopier,Walked till burlington square, sim lim, rochor, almost near serangoon also.Still no copier,Went to Bt merah.HAHA.. one page </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113152798217761778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113152798217761778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113152798217761778' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113023036322148746</id><published>2005-10-25T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:59:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Techno High..I miss my little black pariah cuppy coated with chocos!HAHA.I mean cuppycake.I'm putting an ad at the orbituaries section,RIP MY HANDPHONE. YOU HAVE SERVED ME WELL.Definitely she accidentally hit it and it fell against the floor.The LCD is already haywired.OUH.=))I'm hungry now.i miss your smiles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113023036322148746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113023036322148746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113023036322148746' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-113014142243483760</id><published>2005-10-24T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:10:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna say no.Hello. I decide not to blog anything and let the maggots infest my brains.=)Need to get home now.CHAO.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113014142243483760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/113014142243483760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113014142243483760' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112943691188565571</id><published>2005-10-16T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:28:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Didaction]]I've grown so used to not going online already. Sheesh.. lols. URGH!My nose just have to be so irritating, the air con is pissing me.Keep digging for gold nose wax HUR. Probably can pawn.Nobody is home, sleepover session yesterday... Couldn't possible open my damn eyes.That is all. I'm too lazy to blog now.Prolly later, after i've come back from my loo-loo sleep snore land.Cuppy says i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112943691188565571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112943691188565571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112943691188565571' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112764925102914995</id><published>2005-09-25T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:54:11.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Kiss]]Saturday ash &amp; gf came over and sleep over. Couldn't sleep so we ended up walking to 711 at 330 in the morning. We're sucha hungry pigs. We ate greedily and the meantime watching over the gf whom is playing at the traffic light. Nothing better lar. =) Tossed and turn till 6am, woke up at 8am. Ash was wheezing. lols. Now i wonder  if ash have bronchitis instead. AHA.Missy cupcake came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112764925102914995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112764925102914995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112764925102914995' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112710387932852865</id><published>2005-09-19T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:07:16.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The price to pay for glory]]I'm gonna write an orbituary for my old computer. Officially DIED. R.I.P. See you in cash converter. I suppose dope."Family gathering" yesterday. Granddad still glued to the bed, he's senile. Hrms. And I'm scared to see him, i don't know why i'm afraid of old sickly elders. Maybe i'm over-reacting, what if he strangle me? Or bite me? Probably the service at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112710387932852865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112710387932852865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112710387932852865' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112522738704977452</id><published>2005-08-28T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:09:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just the girl i'm looking for]]i'm gonna love you till all the seas dry up.i love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112522738704977452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112522738704977452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112522738704977452' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112448105656964505</id><published>2005-08-20T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:50:00.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over the moon]]=))my pink shirt! =)0315hours and i've just got back from slacking at mac/mjhse/cycling.Au revoir guys!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112448105656964505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112448105656964505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112448105656964505' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112411003030136149</id><published>2005-08-15T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:54:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You and me on that ferris wheel]]I didn't know i do snore in my sleep, until a friend told me. This scares me what if i do sleep with my love one. And when i woke up, she's nowhere beside me. To find out, She left me because I SNORE!! You know that advertisement? The guy toss and turn, the lady spank him with a pot?? What if it happens. Hello IMH. Yo've got a new occupant!I need to search for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112411003030136149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112411003030136149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112411003030136149' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112401532390497977</id><published>2005-08-14T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:34:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weenie]]OUH THAT'S MINE!!!! Lord please pass today to november 25. I want that tuscani or maybe toyota celica!! I'll give my virginity away if someone buys me that!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112401532390497977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112401532390497977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112401532390497977' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112391495432458170</id><published>2005-08-13T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:35:54.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under that cockery tree]]This is where the lovers are put to test. The million miles of distance, the less frequent meetings, studies to be the first on the list. That endurance test! I shall ban myself from using the computer. Each time when i have this cravings, i shall tie my hands and dance around naked! Do yoga!! Oh, paraphase. Just limit my computer usage. Its half past 2 and i'm still in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112391495432458170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112391495432458170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112391495432458170' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112385758913743740</id><published>2005-08-12T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:40:15.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bargaining with my love]]I'm trying to control my ass. asshole: oouh guys... dun expand...! no contraction.shit: oh ass...lemme out fcuk.asshole: just fart just fart.I uploaded those NDP preview pix, and some of the esplanade 'fireworks' on Chaos day baby! Some pictures may irritate eyes and puke. If you see any uglee pictures of me, that wasn't me okai. There's like alort of blur images because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112385758913743740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112385758913743740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112385758913743740' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112382481595519764</id><published>2005-08-12T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T13:37:16.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One step closer to you heart]]I'm bored, deprived of sleep. Famished. Just had one stick of ciggies. Waiting for yahoo to finish upload the pictures. SLOWWW! I like my new template!! By the way, ash grandma is really nice. She cooked for me egg! I donn't like egg, but i just ate it larr huh. And she took out the fish bones for me. WHEE. Ok bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112382481595519764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112382481595519764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112382481595519764' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112356135862823229</id><published>2005-08-09T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:22:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a history of losing my shirt]]i am afraid of my imperfections. the idiosyncracy of myself. i'll come back to continue after my trip to harbourfront.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112356135862823229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112356135862823229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112356135862823229' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112334332164353413</id><published>2005-08-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:03:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sweetest stuff]]I learnt the bitter truth about fagging when your friend is sucha big clown. At that split seconds, my lung was congested with nicotine, abit of tar. All i can do was to laugh real real hard- my witchy laughter. We bitched all the way from ash's house, to tampines coffeebean. I think i got cheated of my $8 or $4. I lost $14. That explains my negative zeros in my bank account. Oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112334332164353413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112334332164353413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112334332164353413' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112312270819619060</id><published>2005-08-04T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:04:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She said "i wanna get laid RYANN!"]]Its raining!!!!When middle month comes, i shall declare a 'state of bankruptcy'. I need a personal accountant to manage my expenditure. I'm sucha walking contradiction. My heart and my head is constantly having civil war with each other. Like cats &amp; dogs. Busy schedule larrr I HATE IT. Ah sao said "You won't lose her if she's meant to be yours". =))  Parents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112312270819619060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112312270819619060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112312270819619060' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112290974999657893</id><published>2005-08-01T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:22:30.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that pretty girl in blue uniform]] OH MY FCUKING GOD!!!! *runs amok* This watch is super duper cool shit. I love that color. How fcuk can it gets when its bidding price is 99US cents? Byebye my favourite. I need to get my watch repaired, sentimental values. I've never ever worn a watch or even own them for atleast a year. To say that, i always breaks them wihtin a year? That'c cause they cheap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112290974999657893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112290974999657893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112290974999657893' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112282911515009846</id><published>2005-08-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T01:24:01.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That cupcake i adore]]Your eyeswhich first held me captivatedwhere I stood.Your smileto dazzle the sunand warm every corner of my soul.Your voicelike a sparkling mountain streamwhich flows into my heart.Your walkand the way your gracefulnesstakes my breath away.Your hairabout which I dreamedcascading into my faceas you leaned over me.Your handswhose caress I craveto hold my facein their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112282911515009846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112282911515009846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112282911515009846' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112278873906386385</id><published>2005-07-31T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:45:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The shooting star that destroyed us]]I slept for the longest hours after these 5months,12midnight-1315hours.*smart*And i've already set my priorities right. So she must go. Away with her girlfriend. That line stuck at the beack of my head "i will always love you. I will never love other bungs the way i love u. But its time i moved on. Love is wat i don't need anymore" *sings: she's got a "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112278873906386385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112278873906386385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112278873906386385' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112272535302660564</id><published>2005-07-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T01:06:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that girl who showed me around]]I'll be just fine pretending i'm not. i'm far from lonely and its all that i've got.Plunging me beneathe subzero, the way you used to drive me up the wall- now and then. The humiliation infront of public when your 'patience level' actually fused-poor me and shoppers at causeway point.i almost got into the headline newspaper., the nights staying awake just to greet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112272535302660564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112272535302660564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112272535302660564' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112238322018271174</id><published>2005-07-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:07:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frappucino]]A heartbreaker? Shit you. A liar, yes you. A bitch, yes you. I hate you, yes you. I loathe every frigging shit and toxins in your body. Still, you suck. As a girlfriend material, uh uh sorry baby i don't have time for your frigging melodrama act. Its a cold day. Down with flu and sore throat. Miserable kinda stuff. This is crazy. Forget it. An angst entry, i miss you.I would bury your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112238322018271174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112238322018271174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112238322018271174' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072857.post-112230618028147772</id><published>2005-07-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:08:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drink a bottle of listerine]]Currently this faggot is down with a minor sore throat and 'bitten' tongue. Uhuh no i didn't tonguey just now, accidentally bit on it while chewing gum.I have this phobia of chewing gum. Especially when i'm lying on my bed. The other night, i slept with chewing gum in my mouth, attempting to throw it first thing when i woke up from my sleep. The next morning, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112230618028147772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6072857/posts/default/112230618028147772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-frappucino.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112230618028147772' title=''/><author><name>ryann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
