﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>moodypoeticartist's Xanga</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from moodypoeticartist</description><language>en-gb</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Monday, December 28, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/719075753/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/719075753/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 23:58:37 GMT</pubDate><description>I just had the most amazing birthday party on sunday, and I can only say one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of family, brings the abundance of friends, and I am blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still recuperating from the lack of sleep, will update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all who came! I know you guys had tons of fun!</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/719075753/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 23, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718735286/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718735286/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:43:25 GMT</pubDate><description>Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I've been procrastinating, not because I don't know what I want but because I am just too embarrassed to ask. But also, because everyday I get bugged by a few people " Where is your wish list?" "Is it up yet?" "CAN YOU PUT UP YOUR WISH LIST?" "IF YOU DON'T PUT UP, PEOPLE WILL GET YOU PHOTO FRAMES!" I guess I'll put this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't have a lot of needs at this moment, because I am perfectly fine with wearing the same old clothes everyday, or using my amazing china phone though the right button is abit conky (haha), and I HAVE ENOUGH SHOES AND JEWELRY at home..so.. I figured that these are what I need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I really really really really really really want a MBP. Ok, it is also a need, because it will help me generate income&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xa8.xanga.com/dfcf7a11c5731260741492/b204491120.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xa8.xanga.com/dfcf7a11c5731260741492/z204491120.png" style=" border-width: 0px;" width="400" alt="overview-gallery3-20090828" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no I am not asking for one from you'll because my mom is sponsoring most of it, but &lt;b&gt;gift cards of any amount&lt;/b&gt; from Epicentre. This is Epicentre (http://www.epicentreorchard.com/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnd.....because I didn't want to seem so "boring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I wouldn't mind &lt;b&gt;Tangs&lt;/b&gt; vouchers as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who are really close to me, you don't have to get vouchers la, I know you think it might seem insincere, so just get whatever you think is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHATEVER IT IS. No gift, got gift, ugly gift, big gift, small gift, I don't care, just come! I am more of a people person, and I really want to celebrate with people I love, gifts are bonus of cos, I like gifts! Just that, your presence will mean more (if you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so see you on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: We will drink beer discreetly, only in paper cups. Please be co-operative. So that we don't get caught by the building manager, thanks, heh.</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718735286/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, December 17, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718412945/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718412945/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:09:50 GMT</pubDate><description>I promise, I'll put up the supposed "WISH LIST" soon.</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718412945/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 16, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718344203/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718344203/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:56:34 GMT</pubDate><description>Moving to mars has really restricted my going out time at night, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel neglected, and distant and forlorn-ed, haha ok not really, but of cos I do feel something when I can't hang late because I am no longer "on-the-way" for most of my friends who drive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;O well, the price to pay, for moving far away from all my friends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In this case, the price to pay is frequent 27 dollar cab fares&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718344203/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, December 13, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718193918/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718193918/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 12:28:28 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Today, after the wedding,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I was sitting alone in the chapel, trying to clear up some post-wedding details&amp;nbsp;where Perlie came in with a plate of food, asking if I had eaten and telling me later that it was for me.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I realised how special she was remembering me like that. Not everyone would remember that tired,busy, and stressed out, wedding coordinator alone upstairs,&amp;nbsp;like she did, and I was very very touched.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I learned throughout this whole experience, that even it it inconviences you but it pleases others, we should always do it. It is called love.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/718193918/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 02, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/717531737/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/717531737/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 07:13:40 GMT</pubDate><description>My eyes hurt&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I NEED SOME SLEEP&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/717531737/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Invited</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/717467723/invited/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/717467723/invited/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 05:34:07 GMT</pubDate><description>I've been working for the past 4 months on a major magazine project for The United Arab Emirate's 38th National Day, and I've just been invited to their annual dinner reception happening tomorrow at the Grand Hyatt, Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I wasn't expecting to be invited at all, knowing that only my boss represents the company every year, but the embassy people thought I should be there to get to meet the advertisers in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me once again to be grateful for everything I have, because not every 20 year old in the design industry gets an opportunity to be invited to such a prestigious event where ministers of Singapore and rulers of the UAE gather in a ballroom having dinner and celebrating the nation's birth. (and of cos, the boring part.. listening to speeches after speeches..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am simply overwhelmed, and I feel so so privileged.</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/717467723/invited/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, November 23, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716986808/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716986808/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:12:48 GMT</pubDate><description>Even up to this point, at the last week of my stay in this current home, my dad is still trying to convince me to live with him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His efforts are quite funny actually, though rather upsetting to be living apart, but at least grateful that we're on good terms!&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716986808/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, November 16, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716587992/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716587992/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 06:35:47 GMT</pubDate><description>Thanks to John Tay (I never thought I will say this), I have woken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTL 4EVER </description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716587992/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, November 16, 2009</title><link>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716575102/item/</link><guid>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716575102/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:10:04 GMT</pubDate><description>Woke up this morning, left the house to find the built-in closet that contains shoes opened and ransacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Tanya's diesels were left nicely perched on the top on the staircase towards the 4th level, which was really odd. Was really annoyed thinking how irresponsible she was by leaving the cupboards open and shoes amiss. And got even more annoyed that the neighbours were probably thinking that we were irresponsible people so I left her a text, and she called back saying that the cupboards were already open when she left at 5am, but about the shoes, she had no idea.. which was really really odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which meant.. SOMEONE HAS RANSACKING OUR CUPBOARDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I don't know why this is so difficult for me, I would never have thought that this would be added on to my already abounding stack of issues, but it did and I don't know how to react to it. Maybe I think too much, maybe I am too sensitive, maybe I am just being overwhelmed by everything that has happened this year, and this was the final blow, the one that broke all rivers and wells in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is to blame except myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month or so to my 21st birthday, and I am wishing that all the drama would stop.</description><comments>http://moodypoeticartist.xanga.com/716575102/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>