<?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-4359653066785729408</id><updated>2012-01-19T19:02:17.280-08:00</updated><category term='you got it.'/><category term='Eye surgery'/><category term='Want embarrasing'/><title type='text'>Bitches and Loving it</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog where three sisters come together to pour out their grievances and love for each other. And basically to piss each other off since we can no longer do so because of the fact we're all on different continents.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2211924205162601091</id><published>2011-10-24T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:16:00.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>I am finally getting on track in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm doing things that are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September I acted in the Vagina Monologues, in October I ran for Women's representative in Uni, now I have my group performance on Friday that we're not prepared for to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more friends in Uni, thank god, finally. Do you have any idea how hard it is to make friends in a foreign country, if you refuse to simply hang out with fellow asians? And just do asian activities, and nothing else? Not so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say that I think it's ridiculous to travel all the way to a different country, stay there and study, and refuse to assimilate into the culture there. So many international students here just hang out with the people that come from the same country as they do. THEN WHAT'S THE FREAKING POINT? Stay in your own country then. So close minded, seriously. And the worse part is when they look at me surrounded by people of various nationalities and cultures, they say I am elitist and that I only hang out with white people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this building rage in me... but I can't express it to them, because they're too ignorant to even understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you know what? I am elitist. I don't associate with stupid people. MUAHAHAHAHAHAH. Yea, maybe that's why I have so few friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Guatemalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! And I know Denise really wanted me to go, so I just sat back, and she did all the work. God I'm a genius. And she did it without complaining! That took me by surprise. Do you miss me that much sister? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously Eunice, I'm starting to feel like Denise is my only sister, that is how little communication there is going on with us. But what's the point of saying this here since you don't read it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what to do, having a 17 year old cheerleader as a sister. Nuff' said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2211924205162601091?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2211924205162601091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2011/10/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2211924205162601091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2211924205162601091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2011/10/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3504386546072059310</id><published>2011-09-20T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:29:50.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Kevin says that I don't have a long face. I cracked up, a testament to how much I internalize sisterly insults. What was I thinking, listening to sisters who clearly have something against my perfection. Ha.Ha.Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola, como estan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm in Quetzaltenango, Guatemala, and it seems us three are in different continents once again. It is time to revive the battle of the lims. Sharpen your weapons sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with me these days? Waking up around 6am every day, doing a combination of 2-3 hours of yoga, boxing, running and rockclimbing before lunch, working at a used bookstore (which according to mummy is a waste of my 2 degrees) or studying spanish in the afternoons, cooking at night, and sleeping by 10pm. Oh, and taking siestas whenever I fancy them. I lead a peaceful, domesticated life...well until one of my sisters decides to visit and makes me do ALL THE RESEARCH on airplace tickets! !(*@#&amp;(!@*^$(@!*$)@!*#&amp;@*!!@U#_(@!*#_!@*#_@!)#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Janice Lim Si Ying is coming to Guatemala to visit me for 2 months this december. Truth be told, I'm excited yet wary of her impending arrival. What's going to happen after our 3 days of "Oh, I miss you, I love you, oh, its great to be together again!"? (If I remember correctly, that lasted just 1 day when I visited Perth in March). Sigh, got to start preparing myself for dirty dishes in the sink, rubbish bags overflowing, big fat sister lying on the bed all day watching grey's anatomy. Remember how bad it was Eunice? Why can't Eunice visit instead???? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, I have to say I am very very upset that Eunice Lim Si Min neglected to inform us that she got together with a guy...until 3 months after. What kind of sisterly behavior is that????????? Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a siesta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Denise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3504386546072059310?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3504386546072059310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2011/09/denise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3504386546072059310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3504386546072059310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2011/09/denise.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6131808556556934120</id><published>2011-09-17T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T06:02:39.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice : More than a year later....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just reading through the comments made on the blog and realised that we were fucking geniuses! We were funny asses mannnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did we ever stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters are fucked up and lazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, update. I am still in Perth, doing Journalism in Murdoch University. Eunice is now in Singapore Poly and doing Events Management. ANNNNND, Denise Lim QUIT her job, and is now living in freaking Guatemala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta dahhhh! Seems like Denise is always striving to run away from her family...... Yea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So seriously, sisters, we need to start up this blog again. It'll be fun. Remember how fun it was when we had it going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you two....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6131808556556934120?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6131808556556934120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6131808556556934120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6131808556556934120'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-5069988318797388317</id><published>2010-05-12T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:42:38.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>CLASSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Introduce the Janice of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cramps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-5069988318797388317?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/5069988318797388317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/05/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5069988318797388317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5069988318797388317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/05/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3438623379172862011</id><published>2010-05-09T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:43:21.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>I think that we should continue updating this site. And I feel quite retarded because it feels like I'm talking to myself as the previous two posts are by me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Denise 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's constantly texting, smiling to the phone etc. Stuck to her computer 24/7 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She's very confused and tired because she doesn't know if she's being a bitch or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And she looks like this: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469272068631610258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/S-bB-A7Aw5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/KK1C4BBjLzQ/s400/09052010867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just updating you on how Denise is since you're currently not in Singapore. Oh, and I'm occupying your ''storeroom" room as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3438623379172862011?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3438623379172862011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/05/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3438623379172862011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3438623379172862011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/05/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/S-bB-A7Aw5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/KK1C4BBjLzQ/s72-c/09052010867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4907825713305896982</id><published>2010-03-28T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:49:23.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Blog people, blog! BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOGBLOG BLOG BLOG BLOG !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4907825713305896982?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4907825713305896982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/eunice_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4907825713305896982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4907825713305896982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/eunice_28.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3193628938590186898</id><published>2010-03-18T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:49:13.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Mummy is driving me mad! She calls me every single day asking me to go home early! I'm having my holidays!!! She didn't use to irritate me every single day by calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because she doesn't have anyone else to call as you two are not in Singapore for her to irritate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that she thinks I have a boyfriend or I'm hanging out with the wrong company! Crazy I tell you! UGHHHHH. I think I should really get a boyfriend just to piss her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered she reads this blog, just to tell you guys and I don't care if she reads this! My god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't complain about it to her because she's asleep! So, I ranting here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS! Come back and let her irritate you PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s THIS IS NOT CONCERN! So don't give me that crap! RAHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3193628938590186898?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3193628938590186898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3193628938590186898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3193628938590186898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7272701215245447414</id><published>2010-03-15T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:12:06.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Why don't you update something that doesn't criticize what I write?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7272701215245447414?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7272701215245447414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/janice_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7272701215245447414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7272701215245447414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/janice_15.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6481479730684818392</id><published>2010-03-14T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:56:54.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be a downer sister, but this is supposed to be a sisterly blog, not one about your sad sad life! Shut up and type something more interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6481479730684818392?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6481479730684818392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/denise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6481479730684818392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6481479730684818392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/denise.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2214263661928029684</id><published>2010-03-14T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:08:44.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when stuff like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that the first few peple that I've known in Perth are now saying that they don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really. I don't expect people to like me, nor am I the kind of person who would force my company upon others. But it really pisses me off when the people who don't like you pretend to be okay with you only when they need you. It's not like I pester them or insist on spending time with them despite knowing full well that they don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we spent a period of time together, lived together, went out together, and chilled out together. And gave up things for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off when people who aren't the greatest people turn around and make a judgement on how you live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, fair enough, I don't like people as well, but you won't find me bitching about them to other people because I don't need to, I make it clear that I don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is that you never know who your friends are and who aren't. I have friends who I know that I will spend my life with, because we grew up together, the people that who know who you are, and will bury a deaed body with you if the need arises. The kindof people who will be behind you no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there will always be the people that you meet and you have a good time with, and you never actually know what they're saying about you, and whether they'll be there when its crunch time. Trust is my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you actually trust in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming to Perth, I've learned who my friends are, the ones who actually make the effort to keep in contact. And sometimes they aren't the people you would expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family of course, my sisters, but that's a given, they don't actually have a choice in the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the three awesome friends of mine who'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are bad for you. The ones that seem so fun and nice, but are actually designed to lead you off to a dark path. And the difficulty is not in spotting these people, but to resist the temptation to follow them. I guess I followed for a while, but by a wicked twist of fate that was actually a blessing in disguise, I fell out of that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am lucky. Or I would be in a closed up apartment smoking up and drinking myself silly right now, rather than being in class and doing things that actually mean something like connecting and communicating with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the kind of girl that finishes off a bottle of alcohol by herslf just because she wants to. I was the kind of person who clubbed every night, and sometimes woke up in strange places, and had no recollection of how she got there. I was the girl lying by the side of the road in her own vomit. I was the crazy girl who yelled at others when I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't want to be that person anymore. And if that means abstaining staying sober and having responsibilities, then that's what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that seems boring, but at least I'm sober, and I want to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many can actually say that they've been able to clean up as well as I have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2214263661928029684?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2214263661928029684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2214263661928029684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2214263661928029684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/03/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6926386001720613014</id><published>2010-02-26T05:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T05:13:52.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father wants to join basic yoga @ true fitness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6926386001720613014?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6926386001720613014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/eunice_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6926386001720613014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6926386001720613014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/eunice_26.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-84646633775207042</id><published>2010-02-22T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:48:42.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Excuse me sisters, this is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so many people reading this blog in the beginning, and then like typical Lims we jsut started to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun having people think we're fun no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm used to that feeling, but I'm sure that Denise and Eunice aren't that used to it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well? Update more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selene's asking on Facebook why it seems that life is better when her relationships are going well as opposed to when she's single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We so called this didnt we? Think we posted about this sometime last year. WE CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather Denise and I can, don't think Euncie paid much attention to that topic. She was more interested in posting up pictures. Ah, to be young and brainless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as Denise will be en route to Perth in less than a week, congratulations are to be made! The two potent Lim sisters are going to be reunited in a foreign country, so people of Perth beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, The 2 awesome Lim sisters will be submitting their application to join The Amazing race Asia, so people of Asia BEWARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I am so full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, according to Denise, all her friends think we're super entertaining when we're together, because we don't really get along do we? Or rather our not getting along is how we get along? Comprende? No I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think why we're funny is because while we're letting fly with all our insults and degrading remarks, we maintain our sugar sweet smiles and attitude. Hidden danger you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people don't say the THREE of us are funny. Maybe cause Eunice is a sly bitch, pretending to be demure and polite in front of other people, and the moment we get home, she is Regina George from Mean Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Ah. Class has ended. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-84646633775207042?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/84646633775207042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/janice_1176.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/84646633775207042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/84646633775207042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/janice_1176.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8538810538120273956</id><published>2010-02-22T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:55:19.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BET Papa was behind the hamster genocide! I JUST BET IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One knock too many on the hamster cages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what happened. Ricky Lim gets up in the morning, he looks at those detestable cages and he can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is smart enought to know that 2 hamsters dying at once would be too suspicious, so he takes the first hamster, squeezes it till it explodes, and then washes his hands. He decides to wait a couple of weeks till the unrest dies down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later, he takes the last hamster in his huge hand. Goes to the window. Gives the hamster a gruesome grin and says: "Enjoy your flight", and FLINGS the hamster out the window grate. WHEEEEEEEW BOOOOM! The second hamster explodes, and is explained to have run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8538810538120273956?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8538810538120273956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/janice_688.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8538810538120273956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8538810538120273956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/janice_688.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8987022244933204902</id><published>2010-02-22T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:33:34.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>OH OH OH! I forgot to metion, MY HAMSTER RAN AWAY!!!! Or rather I suspect it was my father. He had always wanted it gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Denise's hamster died for no particular reason. Just, died. And a week later mine goes missing...hmmmm. Must be my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried luring the hamster out by putting food and water on the floor, which didn't work at all..I want my hamster back! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8987022244933204902?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8987022244933204902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/eunice_9646.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8987022244933204902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8987022244933204902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/eunice_9646.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3025840640195248847</id><published>2010-02-22T04:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:30:25.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>I doubt anyone reads this blog anymore. I think we need to make it funnier. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise is fat, I had a photo of her at her room door in panties. She looked oh-so-fat. Like SERIOUSLY. But I think it'll be a little too obscene to post it up here, and she would probably just murder me for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really don't want that to happen 'cause I sleep in the same bed as her, and also 'cause she has a photo of me sleeping like ''lao fu zi [?]''. Gotta find her camera and delete it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, Denise is always complaining about me sleeping with her when we have 2 other rooms free. I wake up at like 6am every morning and I don't get to see her, nor talk to her, and when she gets home at night, I'm already asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally don't get to talk at all. THUS, I decided to permanently plant myself in her room. Haha. Tadahhhhh! I'm making an effort to blog. Denise and Janice the bitches better reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3025840640195248847?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3025840640195248847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/eunice_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3025840640195248847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3025840640195248847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/eunice_22.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-1417891976920662614</id><published>2010-02-22T04:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:19:44.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>My younger sister everybody, always the mature one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, since Denise NEVER replies anyone online, we can just bitch about her behind her back. Isn't that awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Denise Lim because she thinks of herself as too important to update this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Denise Lim because she likes to sit on her bed fully naked, and then does it to your bed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Denise Lim because being a consultant is apparently a big deal, but she whines about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I don't like Denise Lim because people say that we look exactly alike, when we all know that Janice Lim is the prettier one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice Lim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-1417891976920662614?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/1417891976920662614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/janice_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1417891976920662614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1417891976920662614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/janice_22.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7577337474684055962</id><published>2010-02-19T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:18:33.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Janice...that was so not funny. Poor spider, had to get squashed by your big fat stinko ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7577337474684055962?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7577337474684055962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7577337474684055962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7577337474684055962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4272776909815448341</id><published>2010-02-02T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:29:20.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>People think we're funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so people tell me. I personally don't think the other two are as funny as I am, but I guess it's a matter of opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to bed last night at 3 am, and the moment I got in the bed, I saw a huge spider. I sat on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA DAH, THAT WAS FUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4272776909815448341?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4272776909815448341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4272776909815448341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4272776909815448341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2010/02/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-5555545607161376863</id><published>2009-12-06T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:56:56.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Well well well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I wrote anything on this blog of ours...Why is that so? I've logged on a few times, but was hard pressed to think of a topic interesting enough to match our previous entries. Being the perfectionist I am, it's either writing something good, or not writing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice and I went on our FIRST sisterly date. We (I) drove up to Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's at Dempsey, got a double scoop (cherry garcia and sweet cookies &amp;amp; cream), sat across each other outside the shop, and...stared at each other. And guess what I said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Denise: "Tell me about yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eunice: "About what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa....i think that obsessing about doing well in interviews has gotten to my brain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, the takeaway from that question was that even though we have been sleeping in the same bed (god knows why when she has her own room) for the past 3 months, and have been sisters for 16 (almost) years, we do not know much about each other! So I decided to pursue that conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Denise: "Anything la! Your character, what you are like etc..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eunice: What do you know about me? I know that you are Bossy, Domineering, and 'another negative vocab that I can't remember'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great..Just as I was trying hard to be serious, the little bitch in her reared its monsturous head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Denise: Great. Thanks. Do you know that the friends that i've made while i was away in india and barcelona will never use those terms on me? They think that I'm sweet, sensitive, crazy and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eunice: hahaha..snortsnort..hahah..HAHAHAHHAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was then i realized that not only did I have different personas for friends and family, I was also unable to reflect my 'new and improved' personality to those who knew me from before India and Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though I've changed after being away, those changes are slowly disappearing after I came back to Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sociologists would say that 'who we are' is part of 'who they think we are'. Inevitably, your image of yourself is based on the image your friends and family have of you. Have you ever felt like you behave differently with different groups of people? Whenever I meet up with my secondary friends, I more often than not revert back to that clumsy, childish little girl that I was (totally not what I am now). At home, I am the always-in-the-right, domineering, bossy older sister. With my friends in Singapore, I am the high-achieving, confident, loud feminist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Herein lies the problem. If ever we changed and became a better person, how do we go about changing that perception of us, without reverting back to who we were in the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt ending, I know...but my writer's block is setting in (and I have to get back to work). Now, let's see what my sisters have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-5555545607161376863?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/5555545607161376863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/12/denise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5555545607161376863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5555545607161376863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/12/denise.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4948054135066548001</id><published>2009-12-05T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:04:51.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Oh please, pigs can fly if you study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4948054135066548001?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4948054135066548001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/12/eunice_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4948054135066548001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4948054135066548001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/12/eunice_05.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4913206361346097661</id><published>2009-12-05T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:24:55.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Hello, I am busy studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and Denise Lim looks like shit. Tell her to update to defend herself. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4913206361346097661?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4913206361346097661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/12/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4913206361346097661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4913206361346097661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/12/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8359841027851218915</id><published>2009-12-05T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:45:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sxqb41XAKFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pOTzOVLYluQ/s1600-h/05122009002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411809302937610322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sxqb41XAKFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pOTzOVLYluQ/s400/05122009002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do we look alike? Haha. First picture together in god knows how long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY, JANICE THE BITCH SHOULD START UPDATING ABOUT SOMETHING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8359841027851218915?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8359841027851218915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/12/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8359841027851218915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8359841027851218915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/12/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sxqb41XAKFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pOTzOVLYluQ/s72-c/05122009002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2333196254147598510</id><published>2009-11-27T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:08:54.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye surgery'/><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sw_c6o0orHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8I5J2YIKo-8/s1600/Photo0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408784577443966066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sw_c6o0orHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8I5J2YIKo-8/s400/Photo0082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just wanna update you about Denise's eye surgery. She went to laser her eyes, no more contacts/specs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, she walked through Paragon to the taxi stand like this. Just imagine. Ha ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2333196254147598510?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2333196254147598510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/11/eunice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2333196254147598510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2333196254147598510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/11/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sw_c6o0orHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8I5J2YIKo-8/s72-c/Photo0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2933045308519008550</id><published>2009-10-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:38:12.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Can you please specify WHICH sister. Because I updated before you and Denise is missing for like months. So scold her, her idea anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2933045308519008550?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2933045308519008550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/10/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2933045308519008550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2933045308519008550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/10/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3088283225180171000</id><published>2009-10-12T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T04:40:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Fucking useless sisters who don't update anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the card that thanks god for putting me on this earth. I bet it was handpicked by mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday to moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it wouldn't hurt you guys to update once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3088283225180171000?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3088283225180171000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/10/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3088283225180171000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3088283225180171000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/10/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-5072538177610074686</id><published>2009-09-11T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:11:34.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>OHOHOHOHOHO, I'm not going to pick you up. I remember the last time picking you up. Ohnononono. No way. You can cab back on your own. Denise and I will be waiting for you, ON  YOUR BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention? We have been camping in your room for the past week, and will still be in here when you come back. :) You think we can still squeeze into the same bed like last time? Especially after you've grown fatter? Hahahaha! I know I'll probably get kicked for this, but I just loveeeeeeee irritating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be so irritated at her at night because you have to tolerate her sweet talks with Greg over Skype. I tried so hard to ignore and sleep. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been cooking lunch and dinner at least 3 times a week. I'm surprised I'm not dead by Denise's and mummy's hand yet. It'll be your turn to cook when you come back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep, after reading my book. Update soon if your internet isn't fucked. Love you too sister! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-5072538177610074686?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/5072538177610074686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/09/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5072538177610074686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5072538177610074686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/09/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2051678717046821376</id><published>2009-08-23T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:09:51.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>What the fuck sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't put up pictured of me smiling and looking pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You HAD to put up pictures of me in floral shorts in a stupid position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten the picture battle we had a few months ago? Do you want to start World War II????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll win because my internet is kinda fucked up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Denise Lim is such a bitch. She suggested setting this blog up and now she's completely off the radar. Probably enjoying herself with her american boy in their &lt;em&gt;lovely little lakehouse&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, my name is Denise and I'm all happy and silly with LUUURVE that I FORGOT MY TWO SISTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. She had better call me soon before I rip her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Eunice Lim! Start studying and stop skipping school! What, just because I'm in Perth I can't read your blog and find that you've been playing hooky?! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm skipping school tomorrow because I want to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back September 20th at 2.50 am. Come pick me up. You and Denise Lim had better come and pick me up! Then we can go for prata. And no, Jamie isn't coming back, but Nadia is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2051678717046821376?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2051678717046821376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/08/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2051678717046821376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2051678717046821376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/08/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-570952852668628441</id><published>2009-08-17T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T05:35:21.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370909485698742386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNuI_ZeHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MSQ0gE_iruY/s400/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNvodIRLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pIg6StLTziQ/s1600-h/Picture0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370909511324812466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNvodIRLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pIg6StLTziQ/s400/Picture0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNuzNyHXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HuJ0r-8Yfl8/s1600-h/Picture0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370909497033366898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNuzNyHXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HuJ0r-8Yfl8/s400/Picture0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNufM5fjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W_-d8uP-mu4/s1600-h/Picture0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370909491660946994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNufM5fjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W_-d8uP-mu4/s400/Picture0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370909521211208978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNwNSOtRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Y1dlC_nXz5I/s400/Picture0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was going through my files and found these. Nice huh. Ha ha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sisters, you're suppose to UPDATE. Grrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday Denise :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With much love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-570952852668628441?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/570952852668628441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/08/eunice_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/570952852668628441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/570952852668628441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/08/eunice_17.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SolNuI_ZeHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MSQ0gE_iruY/s72-c/Picture0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7617903331087633977</id><published>2009-08-13T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:56:35.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7617903331087633977?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7617903331087633977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/08/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7617903331087633977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7617903331087633977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/08/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8223655140327647827</id><published>2009-07-21T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:56:17.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>What do you want to know?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I know I've been calling Denise  Lim all the time, but it's always like 3 am over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can call her as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothingmuch to know. I'm studying, I'm living with Jamie, I'm tired eveery single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I may come back to Singapore in September. Maybe wil bring Jamie back, so you can make fun of him. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8223655140327647827?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8223655140327647827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/janice_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8223655140327647827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8223655140327647827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/janice_21.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-801756763771970406</id><published>2009-07-20T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:07:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>SISTERS, can you guys update?! I've not been updated about your current life. Have not been able to contact you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I have to update you two anything about me though, everything's rather mudane here. Boring. Though I've gotta start mugging, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-801756763771970406?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/801756763771970406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/801756763771970406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/801756763771970406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice_20.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-190910182832994559</id><published>2009-07-16T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:10:37.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>=p, bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-190910182832994559?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/190910182832994559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/190910182832994559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/190910182832994559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice_16.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-165444395798679265</id><published>2009-07-14T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:08:49.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>It was a joke sister, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chill pill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-165444395798679265?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/165444395798679265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/janice_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/165444395798679265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/165444395798679265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/janice_14.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6465123865120703394</id><published>2009-07-14T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:02:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm blogging here because I really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; like Janice Lim Si Ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't particularly like Eunice Lim because she wore my shoes." [Quoted from her blog] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugh. Whatever Janice. You want to bring everything of yours over? Oh, you can't? Want me to mail it over for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, stop being a selfish bitch and shut up. Don't make it sound as if you've never worn my clothes or Denise's. Such shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope you read this damned post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6465123865120703394?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6465123865120703394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6465123865120703394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6465123865120703394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7050652638988715225</id><published>2009-07-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:23:15.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>I am going to update, because B said that we were an interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, sisters, did you hear that?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this very hesitantly, because I am in class right now, and my teacher is being extremely strict. Hoo. Her name is Heiltjie, and it's pronounced like Hail-key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is FUCKING cold in Perth right now, I literally whimper when the blankets shift even a tiny bit. Jesus, i swear, it's impossible to get a good night's sleep here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it beats Singapore hands down, since I don't see people spitting from second floor windows just to "see if we can get that loser in the hat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sisters, how goes life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw Denise Lim, I don't come online because my internet is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, Papa installed ceiling to floor mirrors in our house. Perfect for three vain, vapid, narcissistic sisters. Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update later, when my teacher isn't staring daggers at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7050652638988715225?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7050652638988715225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7050652638988715225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7050652638988715225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/07/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-362534168544900841</id><published>2009-06-17T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:47:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting, waiting for a phone interview from the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes thump thump thump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to the toilet 4 times since the last hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I binged on chocolates and green bean soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing they won't call at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes thump thump thump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't they called!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-362534168544900841?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/362534168544900841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/06/denise_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/362534168544900841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/362534168544900841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/06/denise_17.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8649065720761670328</id><published>2009-06-09T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:52:40.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>I just moved into my new place, and I dont have a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sofa, no fridge, no washing machine, no household appliances besides a stove and a tap and a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially SQUATTING in a huge apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, sister, is how my life is. How's THAT for a life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8649065720761670328?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8649065720761670328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/06/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8649065720761670328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8649065720761670328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/06/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8092259022145422117</id><published>2009-06-09T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:57:30.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>I seem to be waking up before 9am every morning, no matter what time I slept the night before. What is fu*king wrong with me? I'm on holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Barcelona for SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;I head down to the beach every other day, tanning and playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;I run 5-7km, 3-5 times a week&lt;br /&gt;I go to work for 3 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;I try to study spanish once a day&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of heading to Chicago in august for 3.5 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for a life sisters? hahahhahaa...How are yours? hahahhahahaha;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel kinda guilty about this decadent lifestyle, but hey, I've earned it after 4 years of studying! Or at least that's what I'm trying to tell myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on skype more often bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8092259022145422117?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8092259022145422117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/06/denise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8092259022145422117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8092259022145422117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/06/denise.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2507069167552447385</id><published>2009-05-31T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:13:37.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Don't do what I wouldn't okay, sister? Stop getting all drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't do your laundry for 2 months?! How many times have you flipped your underwear this time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just wrote back to you, you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess the song, I'm yours? By Jason Mraz? It's playing on my playlist now. =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till you get back! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2507069167552447385?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2507069167552447385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/eunice_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2507069167552447385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2507069167552447385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/eunice_31.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6093429645065162895</id><published>2009-05-30T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:33:36.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Janice is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high as fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be on the way out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capable of curling her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with her 2 month old load of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed that DENISE LIM SI HUI has not updated in so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not surprised that she jut realised she s not wearing underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooo fucking high right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing her 2 sisters who have not written back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hating the song playing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, sayonara, ciao, adios, au revoir, zai jian, papok, insert whatever other goodbyes in another language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6093429645065162895?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6093429645065162895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/janice_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6093429645065162895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6093429645065162895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/janice_30.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2880523344326873382</id><published>2009-05-16T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:00:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Fuck, I hate you Janice. That's just plain gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2880523344326873382?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2880523344326873382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/eunice_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2880523344326873382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2880523344326873382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/eunice_16.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8733456962992063466</id><published>2009-05-16T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:59:05.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sg6AJGIpRTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/T8v5NLgjVAs/s1600-h/IMG_2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336343502234666290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sg6AJGIpRTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/T8v5NLgjVAs/s400/IMG_2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the rat I dissected on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take ugly pictured of me on Skype again, and this is what you will look like on June 26th, when I get back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice the Dissector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8733456962992063466?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8733456962992063466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/janice_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8733456962992063466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8733456962992063466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/janice_16.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sg6AJGIpRTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/T8v5NLgjVAs/s72-c/IMG_2385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-1696084820439796604</id><published>2009-05-15T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:15:30.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Just you wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-1696084820439796604?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/1696084820439796604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/denise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1696084820439796604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1696084820439796604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/denise.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8885895426832833500</id><published>2009-05-13T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:29:57.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Talked to Denise on Skype for quite a while. Listened to her singing and guitar playing. Most importantly, I caught her binge! AGAIN! Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrgAmofa1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mHEwuwFe3QQ/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335323009548774226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrgAmofa1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mHEwuwFe3QQ/s400/Video+call+snapshot+6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrgAVnsBCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TDIwEIbPv8Y/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+13.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335323004982002722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrgAVnsBCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TDIwEIbPv8Y/s400/Video+call+snapshot+13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrgACOGkEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/47sXos2FoWI/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335322999774416962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrgACOGkEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/47sXos2FoWI/s400/Video+call+snapshot+2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sgrf_0u3YHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/g1ekMPXE7bA/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335322996153737330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sgrf_0u3YHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/g1ekMPXE7bA/s400/Video+call+snapshot+9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sgrf_-VqdyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DC8Z4uG9ZyE/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335322998732388130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sgrf_-VqdyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DC8Z4uG9ZyE/s400/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously Denise, get a grip of yourself! Discipline! Stop eating man. Hahahaha! Or else Greg is gonna run off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have something more to add on. Presenting, Janice Lim. Skype-d with her too. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330255539645378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrmmYDVq8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/uw31OW84pYI/s400/Video+call+snapshot+4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330249445514674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrmmBWYnbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q5uiXqF135Y/s400/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335330248214724290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sgrml8w8PsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sMrxjh7ZRhY/s400/Video+call+snapshot+1.png" border="0" /&gt;You guys might be thinking, childish &amp;amp; immature, but I really don't care. I like pictures of them. Pictures of how they're doing there. And sometimes, laugh at them too. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, those dumb frames were made by her, not me. I just snapped the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm done. Ciao! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8885895426832833500?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8885895426832833500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/eunice_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8885895426832833500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8885895426832833500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/eunice_13.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SgrgAmofa1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mHEwuwFe3QQ/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2640268963208756306</id><published>2009-05-12T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T04:34:34.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have an EXTREMELY good reason as to why I have not been updating. That is because, my internet died on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely NOT my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have been looking for houses as well, so Eunice, when you come over, expect to live in a ginormous house. BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went clubbing that night, and when I went home and looked through the pictures, iI realised that you can totally see my boobs. Partly cause the amterial was too thin, and cause I wasn't wearing a bra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, that's the good thing about having tiny boobs. You can go out without a bra, and no one will ever notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLUS, they will never ever sag, which is a definite plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry guys, I don't know if balls work the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of balls, where the bloody balls have Denise Lim disappeared to? I haven't seen her for the past week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334899258103845074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SglenBfGUNI/AAAAAAAAADw/Eq5tiNX9E-I/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I celebrated Mother's day. Through Skype. How depressing is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2640268963208756306?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2640268963208756306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2640268963208756306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2640268963208756306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SglenBfGUNI/AAAAAAAAADw/Eq5tiNX9E-I/s72-c/IMG_2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2102727907504114368</id><published>2009-05-08T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:46:59.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Sisters, please update. Don't let this blog die. Anyway, I miss you guys...I'm like really stressed! ahhh! And you two are always not online!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and Janice, I was at Plaza Singapura today and I suddenly remembered the last time I was there with you your skirt flew up. Remember? So very hilarious. I laughed to myself and my friend thought I was crazy.. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the internet guy is here, so i'm off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2102727907504114368?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2102727907504114368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2102727907504114368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2102727907504114368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-5317747224931863948</id><published>2009-05-03T00:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:36:28.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>NO YOU MAY NOT, Eunice Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I shall leave you a picture that you can enjoy to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331498049209356466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sf1JOm_P0LI/AAAAAAAAADo/6jeCOz7Wy0o/s400/IMG_2290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-5317747224931863948?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/5317747224931863948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-you-may-not-eunice-lim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5317747224931863948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5317747224931863948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-you-may-not-eunice-lim.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sf1JOm_P0LI/AAAAAAAAADo/6jeCOz7Wy0o/s72-c/IMG_2290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4887127576324493331</id><published>2009-04-30T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:28:36.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>By the way, Janice, can I read your diary just to piss you off? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4887127576324493331?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4887127576324493331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_922.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4887127576324493331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4887127576324493331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_922.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-5431776217679012710</id><published>2009-04-30T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:29:45.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Okay sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I heard there's the Swine Flu in both Australia and Spain! How is it there? Make sure guys don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is still safe though..the virus is not here yet..YET. Wait till it gets here, I won't have peace any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And update sisters! You guys are barely online. Love you guys!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-5431776217679012710?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/5431776217679012710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5431776217679012710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5431776217679012710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_30.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-555541545617548885</id><published>2009-04-27T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:05:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>I have only one advice - Get the grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple and effective, tested and proven ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom comes in few words sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-555541545617548885?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/555541545617548885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/555541545617548885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/555541545617548885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_27.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2123627043299382586</id><published>2009-04-27T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:47:27.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Older sister, you're supposed to be solving her problems for the small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you helping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall step up to the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) About the constant pestering for you to study, HOW ABOUT YOU ACTUALLY START STUDYING? EXAMS IN 2 DAYS AND YOU'RE STILL ON MSN? HOW THE FUCK IS THAT STUDYING????? HELLOOOOO??? That said, if you want to fool mama, just carry a textbook with you, or a notebook when you're on the way out the door. Then when she pesters you, just hold the book up and put a finger to your lips. "Mama, I'm trying to concentrate." VOILA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sit her down very calmly, and tell her that she's NOT making sense. As in, "Mama, really. That's completely irrelevant." Yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Refer to 2). Haha. AND if you spend some time with her once in a while, she'll stop trying so hard to get into your life. She's feeling like she's not involved in your life la, cut her some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) JUST TELL HER ABOUT THE FUCKING PIERCING. What is she going to do? Rip it out? Or, do what I do. Turn and ask, "Mama, your daughter pretty right?" *flutter eyelashes. She'll say "My daughter of course pretty la", then she ll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sorry, I can't help you with this one. Get her glasses, and when she asks what it's for, tell her that it's cause she doesnt' seem to be able to tell when your hair is wet or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Refer to 1). "Mama, I'm trying to study. Don't disturb me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Hahaha, in the middle of the night, go open and close open and close, open and close. She'll get the hint. Though you may see some things you don't want to see. AND SINCE YOU'RE SLEEPING IN MY ROOM, IT SHOULD BE MY ROOM DOOR RIGHT?! WHEN ARE YOU GETTING OUT OF MY ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Refer to 1). It's all about maintaining an act Eunice. It's an art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) "Mama, LISTENNNNN. I A-M C-O-M-I-N-G-H-O-M-E-L-A-T-E." When she says come back early again, say, "Nope, sorry. Coming home late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) You can be a defiant child, and scream back NOOOOOOO, or you can be a sweetly defiant one. Say okay, then don't go back till you're good and ready to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT, is my golden pieces of advice. Taken from my many years of defying my parents. Can Denise Lim come up with better? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2123627043299382586?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2123627043299382586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2123627043299382586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2123627043299382586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_27.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7516523875073203228</id><published>2009-04-27T03:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:05:30.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>I really, really do not care sister. I was pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7516523875073203228?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7516523875073203228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7516523875073203228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7516523875073203228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_27.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6349799919808855089</id><published>2009-04-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:11:31.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Sister. That is very, very bad english. We do have international readers; do taper down the singlish. That said, I do empathize with you, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6349799919808855089?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6349799919808855089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6349799919808855089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6349799919808855089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_26.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6446244661072143589</id><published>2009-04-26T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:05:56.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>You know what mummy does. It's not like you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Yesterday, she asked me whether I studied or to study for like more than 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Going out, sure you'll study anot. Make sure you'll study ah, don't go out play and play. Must study ah. You BETTER study I tell you. Come back, got study anot huh, or go out play only? After bathing, come in, not studying ah, or go sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.She comes into my room and try to ''talk sense'' to me. Aiya, no need explain. You know what she tries to say. I bet she does that to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.She irritates the shit out of me when I want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: I'm in a bad mood and she keep coming in and bug me, sitting on my bed, trying to 'talk sense' to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She stands behind me and just keep looking at me when I'm changing to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Because I have my piercing and she still doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She asks me to go bathe when my hair is wet [meaning I just finished bathing].&lt;br /&gt;Eg: After every advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She asks me to go to sleep everytime she opens my room door.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Million of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She open my room door like 5 times in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Eg: You know how its like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She'll go like, "girl ah, got study anot? You know how important your exam is. You must understand that blah blah blah..." ( LIKE OBVIOUSLY I KNOW, I'M NOT AN IDIOT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When I say I'm coming back late, she says come home early, and I will emphasize that I WILL BE COMING HOME LATE again, she will say, "come home early." How many times do I have to repeat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When I'm out, and she calls me, she asks: Where are you? I will say :*place*, then she'll shout into the damn phone: WHY STILL THERE?! COME HOME NOW. Like I'm some dog like that. Don't know how to say properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'll be irritated and shout back. But hey, I'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, there's too much to be listed. This is the reason I isolate myself in the room and not watch tv outside with them. They'll drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go to bed. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6446244661072143589?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6446244661072143589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6446244661072143589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6446244661072143589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_26.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8791220599702316251</id><published>2009-04-25T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:23:41.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>So...what kinds of questions does she ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us a list and we will answer it; you can have a set of prepared answers for her the next time she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8791220599702316251?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8791220599702316251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8791220599702316251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8791220599702316251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_25.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6576613211776158419</id><published>2009-04-25T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T09:14:21.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Excuse moi, I would like to remind you that I'm the only one who bakes AND cooks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cook damn freaking well can, it was just the coursework portion that I refused to study for. I got an A for my practical. At least I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly, I made Tom yam soup, Mutton curry with Rice, and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, as you have it, I made dinner for the first time since I got to Perht tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms sauteed in oil with sausages, eggs and rice. Add a dash of soy, throw in some chillies and VOILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried rice. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice though. Would you believe that this is the first time I've had rice in a month? Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the three of us, Denise is the least proficient at cooking. Not that your cooking isn't nice sister. It's just that we're better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue evil laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SCHOOL, because I feel my brain's cells regenerating again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6576613211776158419?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6576613211776158419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-moi-i-would-like-to-remind-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6576613211776158419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6576613211776158419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-moi-i-would-like-to-remind-you.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-9205830011344466965</id><published>2009-04-25T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:31:25.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Actually, I am not that bad at cooking, at least it's edible. Who says that all of us can't cook? It's just that our refrigerator is always empty and there is no one to cook for, and with you two overseas, who am I supposed to cook for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm learning food and nutrition, and that counts for something, right? At least I will score better than Janice. I won't get an E8 for F&amp;amp;N. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kind of gave up on guitar because I was too bored..and it takes alot of time! Maybe, just maybe I should start again. Hmm. Sister, maybe you can come back and teach me, SINCE YOU HAVE GRADUATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mummy's driving me insane. She keep annoying me, asking the same question every time she sees me. A little help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-9205830011344466965?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/9205830011344466965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/9205830011344466965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/9205830011344466965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_25.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7943792994685712370</id><published>2009-04-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:00:01.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>I made risotto. And spanish tortillas. *Cue skepticism*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and I have never been known for our culinary skills. Our mum is to blame though, since she cannot cook for the love of god. I remember her trying to cook dinner one night...Our dad came home with take-aways, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying alone overseas does bring out the love and talent for cooking. I guess after eating pasta for the what...7th night in a row...one starts to experiment with other cuisines. Plus it's so freaking expensive to eat out all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't think cooking is that hard a skill to pick up. You cut, cook, taste, cook and taste again. If it isn't tasty enough, add some salt or sugar, or soya. If you want something different, google it. All it takes is effort, and a belief that you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this topic, I would say belief in oneself is essential. Sometimes doubt is what stops us from trying, and putting in the effort. We think that it is too hard, and therefore we do not try. Self-fulfilling prophecy no? The world would be such a more productive place if people believed in each other, and inspired others through actions of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example one night at my place. Irena wanted to learn the guitar, so I played 'Leaving on a jet plane' and she went: "That's too difficult". Well...I told her I picked up the guitar only 4 days ago and hearing that, she tried. I'm proud to say she can sing and play 'Leaving on a jet plane' after only an hour. You go girl! For me, I guess I never believed that playing the guitar was that hard in the first place. Maybe that's why I'm learning fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt is one rational thought that should be characterized as irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I believe in the capabilities of both my sisters, even though they constantly annoy the hell out of me. I know I'm trying psychology here, but hey, if it works, it works=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And post something bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7943792994685712370?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7943792994685712370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7943792994685712370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7943792994685712370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_24.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4708197435771368440</id><published>2009-04-22T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:29:51.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Alas, teenage angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you did ask me to goad her into writing didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4708197435771368440?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4708197435771368440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/alas-teenage-angst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4708197435771368440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4708197435771368440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/alas-teenage-angst.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7505707085010399650</id><published>2009-04-22T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:21:33.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>I have torn myself away from the crap reading my lecturer gave us to read. They actually have discourses and theories about "What is Literature?" It's crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually enjoyed Biology more than this What is Literature crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CHILL EUNICE, CHILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DENISE LIM, you're doubting baby like mama doubts us. Don't be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that all three of us have been left alone most of our lives, had to learn how to do certain things by ourselves, have to learn about certain stuff by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one taught me how to cook, or how to book an air ticket online, or how to post a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my present age, these things are laughingly simplistic in nature, but as I look back and comtemplate my past, these things would have been intimidating to a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I may not have always been the most independent of people, I have always been able to root out the information I need to make certain decisions or to accomplish something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, being taken out of my comfort zone and placed in a country where I know no one, it comes as second nature to find a way to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the people who are in the same class as I am, and I thank god that my parents left me to fend for myself. These people sit around and talk about how they don't know how they're going to survive here. Their parents came down with them, and when they left, they are arrested with fear, and cling on to each other, in the knowing comfort of being "alone" together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't realise that if they let go and start venturing out by themselves, they'll feel a sense of liberation, because they would not have to rely on anyone else to get around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I think one factor that Denise, Eunice and I share is that while our parents have never left us wanting for anything, they have left us pretty much alone to fend for ourselves. This then leads to us having a sense of independence where we feel like we can accomplish anything we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all insist on doing things ourselves, because we feel like only we can do it right. Like booking air tickets, or renting an apartment, going to india to build a school, or impulsively going to Perth to study alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you don't feel that way sisters. We are LAZY people, but independent. As in we don't depend on other people to fix things for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our parents had deliberately left us to fend ourselves, I would call it genius. But I know that what happened with us was just a matter of typical chinese mentality. I don't like it, but hey, I'm happy it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they had taken a firmer hand with us, we wouldn't call ourselves Denise, Janice and Eunice. We'll be called Sihui, Siying and Simin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7505707085010399650?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7505707085010399650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7505707085010399650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7505707085010399650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_22.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6824574300299711518</id><published>2009-04-22T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:50:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I really wonder why I have sisters like you guys. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm like, really pissed now. I was on the train just a while ago, and this woman standing right beside me shouted 'EH, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CUSE&lt;/span&gt; ME.' very rudely into my ear when there was so much space &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me. Damn I felt like kicking her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SIMPLE soft and polite '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EXcuse&lt;/span&gt; me' will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suffice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy, he stepped on my foot [I BET HE KNEW!], and didn't even turn around to bloody apologise. I scowled at him, hoping that he turns around so I could like poke him in the eye for being rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, how rude can people be. Oh, and people just LOVE to squeeze to the front like 2 stops before their stop and block the way for both alighting and boarding passengers. I think I'll go crazy with all these kind of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;' people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point being, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES, I DAMN WELL WANT TO GET OUT OF SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;. AND YES SISTER, I CAN SURVIVE ALONE, EVEN WITH MY 'SENSITIVE AND OVERLY EMOTIONAL NATURE'. That I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not that anal brat of a sister anymore if you realise. Neither am I a stupid crybaby. I really don't care that much anymore if anyone touches my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, KIDS CRY, THAT'S WHAT THEY DO. AND YES, I'M OLD ENOUGH NOT TO BE CALLED A KID. So stop treating me like I'm some 3 year old child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6824574300299711518?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6824574300299711518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6824574300299711518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6824574300299711518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_22.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7299745973755380887</id><published>2009-04-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:08:21.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>I have promised my sister to continue on the topic of which she has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being her sister, I am therefore honor-bound to break my promise and NOT update. It is tradition. If I comply with her wishes, it wouldn't be sisterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Denise isn't buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking tired, I will update tomorrow, I promise. With a lot of intellectual discourse, since you love things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going to bitch about mama, how stupid she must think I am, and sound like a complete brat. Would that be entertaining enough for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence equates consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and please give our younger sister a nudge, since she seems to have dropped off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7299745973755380887?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7299745973755380887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7299745973755380887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7299745973755380887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_21.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7800442871842143558</id><published>2009-04-20T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T05:43:37.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Enough of the unglam photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we will be known as the three ugly bitches...and believe me, that's not going to be funny...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Janice told me to start a conversation. Apparantly I'm good at that...you see how she does it? Complimenting you when she wants you to do something? People, beware. Her charm is hard to resist, even though I see right through it...that bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joder...no se que puedo escriber aqui...mierda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was a conversation I had with eunice on msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;denise -says:&lt;br /&gt;bitch!&lt;br /&gt;denise -says:&lt;br /&gt;how are u?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, how bad can it get?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;You?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;denise -says:&lt;br /&gt;trying to write the blog&lt;br /&gt;denise -says:&lt;br /&gt;but duno what to write&lt;br /&gt;denise - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;Write something dumb enough so I can update&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...the sisters I have...and sorry baby, i can't dumb myself down to your level, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems like my sisters and I find no problems with uprooting ourselves, with janice just starting out in Perth, and me in Barcelona. Leaving a familiar place to somewhere entirely foreign; entering a country with no friends whatsoever and making them from scratch. To tell the truth, I don't miss being away; I don't crave the food nor desire the familiarity of our streets.&lt;br /&gt;I've been away in Kolkata for 3 months last summer, and about 4 months now in Barcelona. Neither times have I been homesick. I feel that there must be something wrong with me. Don't I need the comfort of family and friends?? I wonder if this will continue for an extended period of time. What happens if it's a year? 2? 10 years? I can't help but think about it as I search for an overseas job opportunity, now that I've graduated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our mum has been worrying incessantly about janice, and has been bugging me about it ever since she left for Perth (janice is so gonna kill me, but...haha):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angie:&lt;br /&gt;have u spoken to Janice....yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;Angie:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was her first day of school&lt;br /&gt;Angie:&lt;br /&gt;remember to frequently give words of encouragement ok.....she needs it...especially all alone in Australia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;denise -says:&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt need it la..she can do it; relax&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angie:&lt;br /&gt;u sure....u know she needs to work very very hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angie - Finding the meaning of life says:&lt;br /&gt;mentally and emotionally she needs encouragement and support too....especially from you her sister...she looks up to u...u know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha..well...its either my mum doesn't know janice very well, or maybe, just maybe, janice is the mentally and emotionally immature, lonely little girl in Perth that needs her older sister to help her through the first day of school. I guess parents do know their kids, so you better listen to me sister, given that I'm wiser and smarter and better at everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First advice: Be nicer to your sisters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With both of us enjoying ourselves so much overseas, I hardly blame eunice for wanting to study overseas too. But given her sensitive and overly emotional nature, I wonder if she can handle living alone when the time came...Do you think you can baby? Roomates are not as nice as us, to refrain from touching your pillows and blankets just because you are so anal (and cry) about them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. ahhh...i didn't know you looked up to me janice...hahhahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7800442871842143558?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7800442871842143558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7800442871842143558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7800442871842143558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_20.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3414711126546395053</id><published>2009-04-19T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:40:58.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Oh lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have that photo! The only way you could have gotten that photo was to go down to Ah po's house to use a camera phone to take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you'll go to such lengths to embarrass me! That is despicable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, well done. You've learnt well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you target Denise now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3414711126546395053?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3414711126546395053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3414711126546395053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3414711126546395053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_19.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6836978291772343737</id><published>2009-04-19T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:43:31.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sesb0c5yxoI/AAAAAAAAADg/h1C_DWTfKGQ/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381572221486722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sesb0c5yxoI/AAAAAAAAADg/h1C_DWTfKGQ/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Janice when she was in her teenage years. How hot does she look now man! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Revenge is sweet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6836978291772343737?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6836978291772343737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6836978291772343737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6836978291772343737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice_19.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sesb0c5yxoI/AAAAAAAAADg/h1C_DWTfKGQ/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6112664506592185771</id><published>2009-04-18T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:14:50.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>I HATE YOU SISTER. DARN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that I am really young. I look like a retard laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was probably..... 10-12 years of age? GOD. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sooooo lucky I don't have any other more retarded ones. OH, I do. Wait, for it. Too lazy to post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6112664506592185771?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6112664506592185771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6112664506592185771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6112664506592185771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3354957839478841665</id><published>2009-04-18T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:04:03.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoH6L1QtXI/AAAAAAAAADY/NDW0HfbAm1w/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326078205509023090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoH6L1QtXI/AAAAAAAAADY/NDW0HfbAm1w/s320/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoH502BqeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JQ_I810TG2Y/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326078199338215906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoH502BqeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JQ_I810TG2Y/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You sure about that baby sister?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3354957839478841665?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3354957839478841665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_9161.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3354957839478841665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3354957839478841665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_9161.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoH6L1QtXI/AAAAAAAAADY/NDW0HfbAm1w/s72-c/DSC00327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4229726603842025867</id><published>2009-04-18T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:58:06.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>It's because you room is the biggest and with the biggest bed. And I like sleeping on a queen- sized bed. Come back Singapore to chase me out if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that you guys don't have many of my ugly pictures. THANK GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4229726603842025867?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4229726603842025867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-because-you-room-is-biggest-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4229726603842025867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4229726603842025867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-because-you-room-is-biggest-and.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3828504877222246817</id><published>2009-04-18T09:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:55:00.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD YOU EVIL BITCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one is horrendous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait. You wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFqqHSO-I/AAAAAAAAADI/caG-xCtxUHA/s1600-h/DSC05732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075739736521698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFqqHSO-I/AAAAAAAAADI/caG-xCtxUHA/s320/DSC05732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFql4SJdI/AAAAAAAAADA/3GZWHpj5qW0/s1600-h/IMG_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075738599859666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFql4SJdI/AAAAAAAAADA/3GZWHpj5qW0/s320/IMG_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFqaEO2XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yMuSccWN6Lw/s1600-h/Picture0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075735428749682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFqaEO2XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yMuSccWN6Lw/s320/Picture0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFqcKkoaI/AAAAAAAAACw/tIdxogj6qnU/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075735992213922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFqcKkoaI/AAAAAAAAACw/tIdxogj6qnU/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think you look hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3828504877222246817?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3828504877222246817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_9801.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3828504877222246817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3828504877222246817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_9801.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeoFqqHSO-I/AAAAAAAAADI/caG-xCtxUHA/s72-c/DSC05732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3157066858051597371</id><published>2009-04-18T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:55:59.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenuBPmSaLI/AAAAAAAAACo/TEqVmmnaStw/s1600-h/DSC06066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326049739476723890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenuBPmSaLI/AAAAAAAAACo/TEqVmmnaStw/s320/DSC06066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Try me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3157066858051597371?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3157066858051597371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/try-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3157066858051597371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3157066858051597371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/try-me.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenuBPmSaLI/AAAAAAAAACo/TEqVmmnaStw/s72-c/DSC06066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-503657098319138683</id><published>2009-04-18T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:53:59.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenpZzBY7YI/AAAAAAAAACg/NbvCpdUslIg/s1600-h/900_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326044663744359810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenpZzBY7YI/AAAAAAAAACg/NbvCpdUslIg/s320/900_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have pictures dating back to 2001. You don't know what you're up against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-503657098319138683?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/503657098319138683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/503657098319138683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/503657098319138683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_18.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenpZzBY7YI/AAAAAAAAACg/NbvCpdUslIg/s72-c/900_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4613961700480772734</id><published>2009-04-18T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:56:42.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenoGTA_ArI/AAAAAAAAACY/OR3Y8PWoz64/s1600-h/the+loof+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326043229223584434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenoGTA_ArI/AAAAAAAAACY/OR3Y8PWoz64/s320/the+loof+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Janice, without the make-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4613961700480772734?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4613961700480772734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-janice-without-make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4613961700480772734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4613961700480772734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-janice-without-make-up.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenoGTA_ArI/AAAAAAAAACY/OR3Y8PWoz64/s72-c/the+loof+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-1288494648634665557</id><published>2009-04-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:41:18.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Fuck. Just you wait bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-1288494648634665557?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/1288494648634665557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1288494648634665557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1288494648634665557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_18.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-5806788217931660132</id><published>2009-04-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:54:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Senht1HtYDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dcCcvAZBL08/s1600-h/DSC05261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326036211812098098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Senht1HtYDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dcCcvAZBL08/s320/DSC05261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Denise's orgasm face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-5806788217931660132?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/5806788217931660132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-denises-orgasm-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5806788217931660132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5806788217931660132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-denises-orgasm-face.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Senht1HtYDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dcCcvAZBL08/s72-c/DSC05261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-1007828972541202915</id><published>2009-04-18T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:10:53.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised what an idiot I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I had to go buy my female products, because I wasn't sure if those that I had would be sufficient. So I bought them in a hurry and ran out of the store to get to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it turned out that I had enough after all. 5 minutes ago, I was sitting on my bed and looking at my bookcase, deciding which book to read when my eyes fell on the tampons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, they're totally not tampons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the packaging said extra thin! I bought condoms instead of tampons! And I didn't even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a freaking genius. Haha, it turns out that it's the extra large pack what's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Denise is right, we're going to be the Doctor Lim sisters. Which is something Eunice Lim is not going to accomplish if she never gets her ass off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND EUNICE LIM! Stop sleeping in my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't build a whole new room for you to just go sleep in my room! What's the freaking point? Huh? Just because i'm no longer in the country, you think you can sleep on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell don't you sleep in DENISE'S room? No one's slept in that room since she moved out, it's feeling neglected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotation is the way to go baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenPoWWX2FI/AAAAAAAAACI/FYpuVE_Qwnw/s1600-h/IMG_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326016326443456594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenPoWWX2FI/AAAAAAAAACI/FYpuVE_Qwnw/s320/IMG_0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahaha. Sisters, do you remember when this photo was taken?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hint* car, lots of steam, lots of panicking and a guy called ah hock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know why some chinese people have such idiotic names like ah kow(dog), ah hock and so on? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, the saying goes that the more vivacious your name, the more attracted the spirits will be to you. So parents would delibrately give their children degrading anmes to protect them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, won't protect them when they're on the playground will it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I have no idea how I know that piece of trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-1007828972541202915?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/1007828972541202915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1007828972541202915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1007828972541202915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-god.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SenPoWWX2FI/AAAAAAAAACI/FYpuVE_Qwnw/s72-c/IMG_0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4700820801397100900</id><published>2009-04-17T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:22:28.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Babysitting? Janice? No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly faced with a writer's block...or should I say insult blockage...oh nooo...I am becoming nice now! Since we are on the topic of babysitting, let 's talk about us 3 and our career aspirations, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three sisters once made a pact...that they were all going to get their doctorates and become Dr. D Lim, Dr. J Lim and Dr. E Lim. An ambitious dream, but a dream nonetheless. Let's project 15 years into the future..Where will these 3 be?..(fuck, i'll be like...38!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. D hopes to be changing the world through a unique social business model. She wants to be travelling the world and convincing others that helping can be profitable, that a mutually-beneficial relationship exists between the corporate and the social world. Of course, she wants to be rich also...to be able to travel and buy things without a moment's thought. Helping the world and being rich at the same time...possible? Well, we shall see. But in 15 years time, she wants to have at least helped one individual in the world out of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. J will be a world famous writer/journalist (with the help of her manager/agent/sister of course)...travelling the globe and writing in its most beautiful countries. She will have a wide repertoire of books covering humor, romance, anthropological research and bibliographies (you might consider writing mine! hahahahhaha) Flying across the world to attend book signings and movie premieres, she will leave behind a trail of heartbroken guys. With royalties, she won't need to care much about financial planning and getting a fixed job. Which is good for her. hahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. E, well...she will be working and living with our parents in boring Singapore....if she doesn't start thinking about what she wants in life. Did I put Dr. in front of eunice? Well...if she continues to be lazy and have no motivation, it will just be boring E in Singapore. hahahhaha...&lt;strong&gt;Fail somemore la!&lt;/strong&gt; I have absolutely no idea as to what E wants in life, so I shall leave it to her to fill this part up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...yup...the dreams of youth....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4700820801397100900?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4700820801397100900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_17.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4700820801397100900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4700820801397100900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_17.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2820824878992865927</id><published>2009-04-17T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:57:33.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a lil mean today, and I'm really really bored. Therefore, I will present to you people umglam photos.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325593748743822898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SehPTFvqnjI/AAAAAAAAABo/OmW-E32KIc0/s320/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325593745219174898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SehPS4nUwfI/AAAAAAAAABg/jgTb7l73Nww/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sehs_0Sg2RI/AAAAAAAAACA/7q4tuOvdd4g/s1600-h/SANY0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325626402989463826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sehs_0Sg2RI/AAAAAAAAACA/7q4tuOvdd4g/s320/SANY0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sehs_UUfO7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sNB-vi3JT7A/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325626394407812018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sehs_UUfO7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sNB-vi3JT7A/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sehs_eUjtTI/AAAAAAAAABw/xkd0tjM03mc/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325626397092459826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sehs_eUjtTI/AAAAAAAAABw/xkd0tjM03mc/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no idea what she was trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SehPShX654I/AAAAAAAAABY/kaeAzPxMUcU/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325593738980550530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SehPShX654I/AAAAAAAAABY/kaeAzPxMUcU/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janice's. It can not be any messier. And please note, Denise's and mine are totally neat. I don't know why she's the odd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: I don't have Denise's picture because she's not home all the time! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eunice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2820824878992865927?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2820824878992865927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-feeling-lil-mean-today-and-im-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2820824878992865927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2820824878992865927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-feeling-lil-mean-today-and-im-really.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SehPTFvqnjI/AAAAAAAAABo/OmW-E32KIc0/s72-c/IMG_1091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-340340039383032461</id><published>2009-04-16T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:26:09.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Let me give my sisters some fodder to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a job as a babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue big burst of laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-340340039383032461?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/340340039383032461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-give-my-sisters-some-fodder-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/340340039383032461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/340340039383032461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-give-my-sisters-some-fodder-to.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-5431115775393043721</id><published>2009-04-14T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:57:51.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>Sinister evil manipulator = DENISE LIM SI HUI&lt;br /&gt;Big fat ugly monster = JANICE LIM SI YING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Innocent face* I bet she used at least a few okay. Janice and i found it last year! On her bed. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Janice, I DO actually bathe everytime I reach home you know. Just that you don't barge in the toilet everytime I'm bathing doesn't mean I don't bathe after exercise. At least I don't see my hair getting oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I accidentally read a page of your diary just yesterday. I wanted a notebook and was searching around for one. I thought you didn't use that and flipped it open. Oops? Haha. Love you sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Eunice. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-5431115775393043721?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/5431115775393043721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinister-evil-manipulator-denise-lim-si.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5431115775393043721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5431115775393043721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinister-evil-manipulator-denise-lim-si.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-1156538404244201453</id><published>2009-04-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:06:00.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fucking bitches! Taking advantage of the fact that I was offline to bitch about me behind my back??? So what else is new right? I don't know why I'm so surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to clarify k? DENISE LIM SI HUI organised an event and got DUREX as a sponsor. And then she came and told her 17 year old sister that she has TONS AND TONS of condoms left in the organising room, and no one is using them. So what the hell? At least I was being safe okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing about the vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's nothing I can say about that, but at least I'm experimental and adventurous enough to actually go out and get one for myself. So happens that my boyfriend at that time liked my toys as well. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. Hahahaha, if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm the only one who's sexually adventurous in this trio. And the sex toy industry isn't booming because everyone's a prude like these 2. Denise, unless you want me to leak certain sexual secrets out here, you better keep your mouth shut eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, sometimes there are things you don't need to know. Like when you walk into your older sister's room and she tells you "I NEED TO KISS SOMEONE NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, unlike Denise Lim, I am never sexually deprived. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, at that time, we had a maid remember? I didn't give a shit about whether Imah would have found my condoms and .... stuff. Mama NEVER cleaned up the house, how would I have imagined she would have cleaned up the very day I didn't hide it well? And the diary was completely her fault k, you're not supposed to read someone's diary even if it was lying open there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, I have no rights? I can't leave my diary open without people reading it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and baby, remember mama's birthday last year and we found that empty condom packet on the bed? Yea, that particular brand of durex is the one that she confiscated from me. I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE CONFISCATED IT FROM ME TO USE IT HERSELF LA! HYPOCRITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to make it clear that Eunice constantly smells like wet socks that you've been wearing the whole day, and gym lockers. Probably from the fact that she exercises so much and NEVER SHOWERS WHEN SHE GETS HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENISE now, for some reason unknown to mankind, refuses to use deodorant. So, living in Singapore, humid country, sweaty pits, you do the math. Isn't really the formula for floral smelling pits. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? You want poisonous sister? That's what you get! IN YOUR FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay, in actual fact, the three of us don't stink. We smell extremely pretty, probably because of perfume from Burberry (Denise), Bvlgari (Me), and I don't know what Eunice uses, but she uses perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Damage control sisters. Don't let people know that we actually smell like a fish market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. There's nothing wrong with being dramatic! I just happen to be like that, can I help it that I'm the only one of the three to have anything resembling a character?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-1156538404244201453?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/1156538404244201453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1156538404244201453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1156538404244201453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_14.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6333293900945190539</id><published>2009-04-14T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:57:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Who is the sinister evil manipulator and who is the big fat ugly monster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarify and justify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you saw the big box of condoms still full, it doesn't say much because mummy found it more than a year ago. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6333293900945190539?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6333293900945190539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_9946.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6333293900945190539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6333293900945190539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_9946.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-5392513624394865668</id><published>2009-04-14T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:06:35.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You want a post? You got it. Idiots, now you guys can shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Excuse for not ''appearing'' often&lt;/span&gt;: Due to a recent breakdown of my damn laptop, which I still don't know the reason, I have not been able to update the blog. My sisters are now threatening me that if I don't post an update they COULD minimise this blog to the 'TWO BITCHING SISTERS'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, i'm here to update this damn blog to make BOTH of them happy. If I can, I would fly over to both countries and kick your asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be second to wash the dirty linen. Oh, and I second Denise to Janice being the dumbest person alive. I was actually home on that day and heard my mother cursing. I went in and saw the bloody damn vibrator can. How stupid can one get??!! And a box full of condoms? God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw, I saw the box full of condoms in mummy's room, in her wardrobe, at the last drawer. I wonder why she hasn't thrown it away yet. *Winks* Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To defend myself from Denise's accusation, i will tell my side of the story. I have always been mistreated from young, bullied because both my sisters are sinister evil manipulators, okay, maybe only one, but the other is a big fat ugly monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I usually hide in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really say anything about THAT, not liking people on my bed. I really did hate people getting on my bed when I was younger. Or maybe because Janice smells like a fish that doesn't bathe for days. But I'm fine with it now...kinda, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I MAY HAVE OCD, but I don't think it's as ridiculous as yours, Denise. At least I don't ask my sister who accidentally cross over my head to go cross over again. Or touch everything more than once. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, [Pardon me as I'm not done ranting about the sisters who just LOVES to bully me] I remember I used to sleep in the same room as Janice and we had a double decker bed. She said, "Top part is yours, bottom is mine. So, don't touch the floor." I was kind of stupid enough to listen though, AND she makes me off the light everyday, which I usually don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise snatches the remote control away from me when I was watching cartoons and I started crying because I so wanted to watch SpongeBob, and my dad got frustrated, came out and gave me a slap in the face. Damned, that sucked real bad. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. Until she says something insulting me, I'll update again. Till then people. Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Yawns, I'm bored sisters, spice it up yaw!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-5392513624394865668?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/5392513624394865668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-want-post-you-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5392513624394865668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/5392513624394865668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-want-post-you-got-it.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4896114736495414715</id><published>2009-04-14T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:53:31.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>F*ck. I miss the bitching about each other and violent postings. And the dirty linen washing. So I'll start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice is the most....the most dumb person ever. Dumb as in leaving condoms in her wastebin for the maid to find kind; or leaving her diary (with a recent sexual expose) open on her table kind; or hiding a vibrator in her handbag in her very easily accessed wardrobe kind. Which always led to our mum calling me in horror and exclaming: "Do you know what I FOUND!!!" Seriously...ok..maybe careless...euphemism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice...I don't know...she doesn't talk much...and always hides in her room when she is home. But one thing I do know is that she absolutely hates people on her bed, using her blanket or moving her pillow. If I have OCD, she definitely has it too. haha..yup, kinda mild compared to our overly-dramatic sister...but still, i'm waiting for eunice to get more interesting..hahahhaha=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4896114736495414715?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4896114736495414715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_6951.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4896114736495414715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4896114736495414715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_6951.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-2317639833517227578</id><published>2009-04-14T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:31:51.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>So if I were to read it correctly, you are saying that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are not solitary creatures; we need people to share things with&lt;br /&gt;2. People in society today don't care enough about others to fulfil that need&lt;br /&gt;3. Hence, we all seek for someone whom we know will always be there for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, but I like to be structured in my writing...kinda boring, but at least it makes for easier comprehension. A by-product of our education system, sigh...too many report-writing for me...(it's hard to admit, but I do like janice's flair...i need to incorporate that into my writing, f*ck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I do agree that we are not solitary creatures. If we go back in history, humans have always existed in packs. It's evolution - We survive when we look out for each other and share responsibilities. This biological instinct could be the reason why we veer towards others when we arrive in a new environment, or why we tend to form cliques after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologically-speaking, we need others to fully enjoy emotions. Feelings of pride, happiness, sadness, anger...They are all in relation to others, no? As janice puts it, emotions are not black nor white; they exist on a spectrum of societal comparisons. You feel happy because you are ‘happier’, you feel sad because you are ‘sadder’ and you feel proud because you ‘did better’. And the weird thing about us humans is that we need others to determine it for us. When we achieved something, we need others to tell us that we did do better; when we are sad, we want others to think that we are justified in being sad. This sounds pretty confusing…haha…but to sum it all up in an example, we enjoy a comedy much more when watching it with friends than alone – if others think it’s funny, it should be funny…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, relationships ARE getting diluted. Ever had friends who never seem to have time for you, or who is always travelling, halfway across the world? Well, I am one of those, so I know. We are selfish creatures, especially today. The world is becoming more self-centered; or it forces individuals to focus more on ourselves than others to survive. When we do build lasting bonds, even when I do care, I might not be there physically, or have the time to show my concern enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if we take me and multiply it by the world’s population, we have many people walking around the globe with individual bubbles around them. Given the first proposition that we all need people to share things with…it becomes kinda depressing…it creates a hole in us…making us seek for someone who can fill that need…sometimes the desire to have someone clouds our judgement and we get together with someone more to fulfil that need than for the person..anyways..im digressing from my second point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I’m generalizing…If one has close family and friends who are always there for them, the pressing, aching need to have someone shouldn’t be that strong. We probably all know of someone who is like that…who doesn’t need to be in a relationship to be happy. But for most of us…well…we aren’t that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I’m constantly asking myself this question…Is it right to be together with someone because we need them? Isn’t love supposed to be unconditional? And how do you know whether you like someone for them, or because you just need someone to be there for you, to show you affection, to remind you that you are loved in this world? To not feel so alone. It seems like human nature to have this need, but should it be like that? Being extremely utopian, I wish it isn’t like that, but I have no answer to this grey area…It doesn’t seem right to get together with someone because you need a companion to do stuff, to support you, to give you affirmation, to love you. But this is a whole different issue altogether; on why we get together with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering the original question: We all need people, but because of today's society and the nature of friendships, we need someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is getting boring…just Janice and me…we need you ‘baby’! Write something bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-2317639833517227578?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/2317639833517227578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2317639833517227578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/2317639833517227578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_14.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7588699755822249426</id><published>2009-04-13T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:06:51.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I'm going to regret this in the morning, but since I just downed half a bottle of wine and 2 beers, and am completely drunk right now, I don't think I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooooooooop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say, I AM SO DRUNK RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know narcissism is spelt narcissism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARCISSISM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7588699755822249426?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7588699755822249426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-i-know-im-going-to-regret-this-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7588699755822249426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7588699755822249426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-i-know-im-going-to-regret-this-in.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8077073571011428795</id><published>2009-04-12T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:20:15.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Narcissism. Not Narcisssm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8077073571011428795?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8077073571011428795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_9680.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8077073571011428795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8077073571011428795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_9680.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7222499843349142733</id><published>2009-04-12T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:24:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Aw, I love you too sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on without my narcisssm. That's how it's spelt sister, in case you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, all three of us have this habit of correcting people's english when they speak. I just happen to be the most blatant and annoying one. You know how everyone has this stupid habit of pronouncing "three" as "tree?" Yea, PRONOUNCE THE "H" YOU ANNOYING IDIOTS! No wonder people say asians have short tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, habit picked up in Lasalle. My teachers never let us get away with lazy speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Picking up where Denise left off. Do we all really need a special someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triumphs and the lows of life inevitably puts a person through the wringer. You can never truly appreciate how fucked up your life is, or how wonderful it is, unless you can share it with someone. So that you can revel in that swirl of emotion, be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy would you be if, imagine, your boss gave you a promotion and a raise jsut because you did a fantastic job? And then imagine that you have no one to tell it to, or let's phrase it correctly, to boast to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we all have friends, and it is sometimes to our friends that we bring such things to. But in this day and age, we have been swayed to think that we can never be truly happy unless we have that special someone in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, all your friends would either be busy with their special someone, or be busy looking for one. In such an environment, it is hard not to want to have that one person you can bring anything to, anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think, while we don't necessarily need that ONE person in our lives, we do need to have PEOPLE in our lives to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that these days, no one believes that anymore. It's all "when was the last time I had a boyfriend?" *cue big sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7222499843349142733?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7222499843349142733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7222499843349142733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7222499843349142733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_12.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-3686456023423238480</id><published>2009-04-12T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:00:34.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>There. You have janice talking about herself again. Narcisst. Stop dramatizing this blog with your shit bitch! You have your own blog for that. Yawn...boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*for those who want to know more, plese visit the 'janice' link on the left side of the page; although i don't know who in the world would be interested in one individual ranting about her stories online...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-3686456023423238480?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/3686456023423238480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3686456023423238480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/3686456023423238480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_12.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6109435640005122638</id><published>2009-04-11T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:07:47.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Well excuse me sister, for the fact that I couldn't be logical after you showed me X's email. How the hell do you expect me to discuss about him calmly after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid behaviour! And don't you dare say this behaviour is stupid, this is justified! I am angry on my sister's account, someone who's silly enough not to know she's being snubbed by someone inferior to her in every sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, did I just give her a compliment? A veiled compliment anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, let's get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have experienced the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The ones who only want to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The ones who are so involved in the relationship, they don't see anything else, in turn suffocating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The ones who turn suicidal after you break up with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The ones who tell you they love you, but strangely never want to commit to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me put it out there right now, I have never had a relationship where I have been truly happy, nor have I ever had a relationship that ended amicably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's me or my penchant for drama, but all my relationships have been extremely volatile and passionate. In one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, it seems that I never have trouble getting close to people, or letting people in. The truth is that though I welcome everyone with open arms and a huge smile, I doubt that anyone has ever seen what I really am like. I think Denise and Eunice are probably the only ones who know just a little more than most about what I'm like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the quintessential party girl, the one who never stays down for long, the flirt, the go with the flow girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those online tests where they ask you what your friends think of you? Yea, that is the first thing that will occur to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is what I show to the world, and in truth, that is all I allow myself to show to people I'm involved with. And come on, most of the guys I get involved with are the kinds who only want to see that side. Anything that doesn't suit that facade leaks through and they'll find it off putting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if i have decided to stick to acting, I would have made a fantastic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you guys know I'm a writer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6109435640005122638?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6109435640005122638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6109435640005122638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6109435640005122638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice_11.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4771796797872208254</id><published>2009-04-11T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:02:27.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>And Eunice...post something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4771796797872208254?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4771796797872208254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_2767.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4771796797872208254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4771796797872208254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_2767.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4189812878982373994</id><published>2009-04-11T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:59:33.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>JANICE LIM SI YING. When I say let's talk about something serious, I meant theorizing, proper discussion...not putting up random shit about our ex-bfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...it's damn bimbotic, with the Xs and Ys, the historical monologue...i've half a mind not to acknowledge the 1/3 ownership I have for this blog...sister, we're supposed to be smart, remember? i know it's hard for you, but do try to act the part? Por favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the topic of boyfriends in general. Our experiences combined come up to a few sorts of men (or boys):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The defensive, crazily 'in-love' type, who turns possessive and suicidal after a break-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The overly-committed and serious kind, who also turns possessive and takes forever to get over a break-up (and who never wants to be friends with you again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The commitment-phobic, who is unsure about what he wants, and just wants to have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The indecisive ones, who simply have no idea why they went into a relationship in the first place, and cannot for god's sake tell you why they want a break-up (some would start avoiding you as a result)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And the ones who become friends after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*boys can possess a combination of traits; something like the DISC or Big 5 personality types&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've pretty much covered all, or at least most..recognize any? haha..well...given these experiences, no wonder we three have lost hope in relationships and turned ultra-feministic and independent. Placing your trust in relationships leads to heartbreak; I should know, seeing how 5 years could end up in such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans, however, are contradictory creatures. We never learn. No matter how much we've been through, a small little part of us still hopes for the special someone. Idealistically believe that we will find that person one day. And so we try again. And again. And again. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me sisters, why do we all need someone? Or do we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4189812878982373994?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4189812878982373994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_5786.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4189812878982373994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4189812878982373994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_5786.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-4530092465151405423</id><published>2009-04-11T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:03:53.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>OOOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a disgusting picture of me, Denise Lim Si Hui. Please remember that I have MANY of your nude photos in my computer. Well, semi-nude at least. Remember KOREA? On the balcony? In the cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, remember that, if not the next thing you know, those pictures are going to come right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bee tee double u, I do not smell like fish. I smell like flowers, everyday, all the time. Understood? My sweat is freaking pefume! Got that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the power you hold when you have someone's naked pictures in your possession. Now I know what Edison Chen must have felt like. Well okay, maybe not entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise Lim wants to start talking serious, because she thinks we're simply throwing our dirty linen around. I personally don't see anything wrong with it, but okay, what she says, goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk.......... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ex boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sure we've all had our disastrous versions of stupid men. But between us three, I do think mine will triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about Denise's ex, the most annoying one shall we say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Denise and Eunice can wax lyrical about mine, since mine was so absolutely crazy it takes two to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Denise had a boyfriend, EIGHT years back. Let's call him X. Denise and X got together when she was 15, and he was 17. She was from Singapore, and he come from China to Singapore to study. As fate would have it, they were together for 5 years, going through thick and thin, waging battles together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say 5 years can't be counted as flaking off can it? I would think that taking 5 years, trying to make a relationship work is a great effort. So when Denise and X entered University, she felt that it was time to end things between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was starting to feel like she couldn't do things without him feeling left out, and she was feeling caged in. And let's face it, in college? At the age where everything exciting is going to happen? Who wants to be tied down at a time like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they broke up. It was amicable. Ever since then, X has completely avoided her. Refused to pick up her calls, doesn't acknowledge her when he walks past her, and despite all her attempts to be friends, he remains a jerk, and immovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I never thought much of him, didn't like him all that much, but because Denise liked him, I tolerated his pettiness and self indulgence. But seriously man! It's been three years since you broke up! Get over it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Denise just showed me his email on msn, where he basically snubbed her attempt at being friends, ONCE AGAIN. Oh god, and the attitude! Jesus Christ! And please sister, STOP trying to be friends with him when he is still being such a jackass even after three years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is Denise's crazy ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he was quite, shall we say plain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait for the sisters to weigh in on mine. And since most of my friends already know the story, I think we should keep it short. Please? No? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeB4B7aPu5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dHvmBUONBrg/s1600-h/SNV31024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323386734074903442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeB4B7aPu5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dHvmBUONBrg/s320/SNV31024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of Yp, Denise and me, just because Denise, Eunice and I all LOVE her to bits! Lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-4530092465151405423?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/4530092465151405423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4530092465151405423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/4530092465151405423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/janice.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeB4B7aPu5I/AAAAAAAAABI/dHvmBUONBrg/s72-c/SNV31024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-31448029766307959</id><published>2009-04-11T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:44:10.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one more thing you guys should know. I always win. Always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeBl4YzbgiI/AAAAAAAAABA/fT43k5BiwKg/s1600-h/DSC05931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323366778957169186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeBl4YzbgiI/AAAAAAAAABA/fT43k5BiwKg/s320/DSC05931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This is a damn old photo of us btw; not representative of how we look now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-31448029766307959?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/31448029766307959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/31448029766307959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/31448029766307959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise_11.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeBl4YzbgiI/AAAAAAAAABA/fT43k5BiwKg/s72-c/DSC05931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-1777329846986590175</id><published>2009-04-11T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:49:21.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>Great. Just great. I woke up after just 3 hours of sleep, came online intending to check my email/facebook before flopping straight back to bed and BANG! I 'gna' humiliated by both my irritating sisters. I probably wouldn't have replied immediately if my body wasn't so alcohol-filled from last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bossy, dominating, OCD freak..and what else? Even my toilet habits? Fantastic. What is wrong with enjoying my time in the toilet? (btw, reading and shitting is the most thereputic thing in the world), you have a problem with that? Huh!? Huh!? Huh!? haha...You want to start the linen throwing? You got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the sister who never is able to wake up, even when her sister was irrevocably drunk one night (or two)? If I was dying and shouting for help right outside her room while she was asleep, she'll probably ignore me and let me die. Tell me about blood ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the fuc*king sister who is so emo all the time, crying over every little thing we say or do? I mean, I know its puberty, but seriously...that's kinda too sensitive? Get a sense of humor, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which is the sister that 'claims' she is sporty but always says 'you continue running, i'll wait here by the bench for you' halfway through our supposed run? How lazy can a vice-president of the netball club get??? And you complain that you are getting fat. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what 'that sister' says is true. I always feel like killing both of them whenever we get into fights and arguments. You don't know how real it gets, wishing you could put your hands around their necks and STRANGLE, SQUEEZE, TIGHTEN...whatever it takes to make them disappear from this world so that you don't need to rationally argue with irrational people anymore (or raise your voice just because a certain 0ther sister thinks that volume makes her right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya..and Janice really does smell. Of fish. Always; siempre. I have no idea why, but her room has this permanent smell of fish. Not the nice salmon kind. The stinky fishmonger kind. All potential guys beware. (probably has to do with her re-using her clothes and UNDERWEAR???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll regret being so mean; my sisters are vindictive. But alcohol makes you do crazy stuff, like not thinking about the consequences and spilling the beans on others. Never blog when you are drunk, especially when you have sisters like mine. And I mean never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Now you have the toilet all to yourself, both toilets. Bet you rather us than the toilets though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-1777329846986590175?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/1777329846986590175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1777329846986590175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1777329846986590175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/denise.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-8841804315437799616</id><published>2009-04-10T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:33:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, and went on to the blog, and BOOM! I wake up to a whole barrage of insults thrown my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, it is bliss for things to get back to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes BABY, (we call Eunice baby because she's the youngest of the family, and purely because she hates it. Personally I don't see anything wrong with it since it's kinda a form of endearment.) just for your information, I did my launndry YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! In your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't mention that yesterday was the first time I did laundry in a month and a half. It also probably wouldn't be a good idea to admit that I did flip my underwear around a few times and put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY! I was on tour! How was I supposed to get clean underwear on a farm? Btw baby, Milton and Joan want you to come back to the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I admit it, I am the dirtiest of the three. But I insist that it's a good trait! See, I'm not obssessed about cleanliness, or anal about everything in the world. I, am laidback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a certain older sister we know who is an OCD freak. She can walk into a room, turn on the light, and then turn back to touch the light switch a few more times, because it wasn't an even number. And that applies to anything she touches. Car doors, dinner plates, bathroom taps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I walked over her head, and she INSISTED that I walk back over her head just to make it even. Geez, let's not get into what happened after that when I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm surprised that when we were fighting in the past, she didn't slap me a couple more times jsut because the one one slap wasn't even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Denise, you know I'm saying this because you told me you've recovered from it. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I think Eunice and I are the only two normal ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's virtually impossible to find a picture of all three of us, because DENISE LIM SI HUI had to go out of the country for months at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeAOWfsyPII/AAAAAAAAAA4/NSisONS1o1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323270539181177986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeAOWfsyPII/AAAAAAAAAA4/NSisONS1o1Q/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeAOWfsyPII/AAAAAAAAAA4/NSisONS1o1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Denise Lim Si Hui, the one who we haven't seen for years. (If we count all the seperate months she had been away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeAOWN8G7zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q0QLqxUoIYE/s1600-h/SNV31047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323270534413610802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeAOWN8G7zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q0QLqxUoIYE/s320/SNV31047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-8841804315437799616?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/8841804315437799616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8841804315437799616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/8841804315437799616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/SeAOWfsyPII/AAAAAAAAAA4/NSisONS1o1Q/s72-c/IMG_1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-1611659358315101408</id><published>2009-04-10T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:34:23.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you got it.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Want embarrasing'/><title type='text'>Eunice - My perspective?</title><content type='html'>Okay, the youngest sister here. The so called ''finally has a brain/grew up'' sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm supposed to post up something here. Was kind of asked to. I have totally no idea where to start from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let's start from the eldest and the most dominating one. She's crazily bossy, and loves to boss me around when she's back at home. Kind of annoying at times and she just LOVES to snatch the toilet from me for like an hour and a half to just poop, and then bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss arguing and fighting with her though. Both of them. I actually remember this once when she just came back from India and we decided to cook dinner. Ended up arguing, shouting at each other. I was in my room, Denise in the kitchen and Janice in her room, all shouting at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised one thing and its that I don't call my sisters ''sister'' or ''sis'' or any form of respective name, I just call them by their name. And we show our affection of love towards each other by calling one another bitches here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Janice, she's the emotional and dramatic one. Sometimes I just feel like slapping her in the face. For she just asks me to get out of her room when I've not even stepped in yet, when she is in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I feel like killing her because she is always so dirty! God damn. I wonder how she's doing there man. I bet she's not doing laundry there at all. She once said she would just flip her underwear around and use it. HAHA! I'm not sure if she would actually do it, but, hmm. Nothing is impossible for her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me? I have no idea. Wait for them to say something about me in more detail to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Although we are all in different countries at the moment, I realise we can still argue with each other. It's like anywhere and anytime. On Facebook, e.g She stole my clothes that I probably won't see for the rest of my life. 'Cause it'll go missing before I can blink. I mean it quite literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online/Msn, about some dumb hamper thing just recently. On the Phone and on Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like natural man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I wish they're back here to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to all: Please take note that I love my sisters very much and no matter what I say in time to come, either on blog or whatever, I still love them. Don't take it too seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-1611659358315101408?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/1611659358315101408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1611659358315101408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/1611659358315101408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-perspective.html' title='Eunice - My perspective?'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-7875114925561453364</id><published>2009-04-10T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:34:49.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the 'stuffiest' sister, apparently. If you must know, I'm also probably the smartest of the three (not exactly that hard; all is relative no?), and the most honest. So if ever there is a discrepancy, you know who to believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First discrepancy: Janice is the most interesting????!!! Well, only if you call drama interesting..you will get to know as the blog progresses. Nothing is ever normal for her; you don't know how much I suffer with skype, listening to all her stories. Sometimes I think it's all in her mind, the drama...being the narcisst she is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life sadly, has brought us closer together...from the fat ugly bitch of a maid she was, she transformed into somebody that I can actually talk to. It's such a love hate relationship. What to do? When you need to talk, you need to talk, even if it is to a bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eunice on the other hand, is an interesting addition to this all. 7 years younger, she suddenly grew up into someone with a brain! From 'baby' to this? It's crazy. Can't wait to see who she became in the years I was away studying and travelling. At least she seems like she has potential. hahahhaa;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three sisters, three continents, three extremely different personalities. Continue reading and be assured that you will never get bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-7875114925561453364?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/7875114925561453364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-this-is-stuffiest-sister-apparantly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7875114925561453364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/7875114925561453364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-this-is-stuffiest-sister-apparantly.html' title='Denise'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4359653066785729408.post-6859462505783937996</id><published>2009-04-10T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:35:03.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janice</title><content type='html'>Welcome one and all to the haven where all three Lim sisters will let loose with their worst insults and degrading comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we will post every embarrassing detail we know about each other when we piss each other off, which believe me, makes for pretty interesting reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Denise is the oldest, so she's the stuffiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Janice, the second, so obviously I'm the most interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice is the last, some say least, some say not, but happens to be the most active in sports, so there we go, a redeeming quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there MAY be some mushy posts, I don't know when exactly we may be struck with love for each other (unlikely), but it could happen. It COULD. We never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if Denise can come up with better. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4359653066785729408-6859462505783937996?l=battleofthelims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/feeds/6859462505783937996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-one-and-all-to-haven-where-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6859462505783937996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4359653066785729408/posts/default/6859462505783937996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleofthelims.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-one-and-all-to-haven-where-all.html' title='Janice'/><author><name>The Bitchy, Loving Three.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07014173979426613378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9IGdcDlgoo/Sd9TCKujECI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cj18zQTRdVs/S220/IMG_0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
