<?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-8541077186602264467</id><updated>2011-08-02T09:55:24.976+10:00</updated><category term='bitch fights'/><category term='bitch on relationships'/><category term='emo bitch'/><category term='bitchy anger'/><category term='bored bitch'/><category term='bitch on life'/><category term='wanna be &quot;wants&quot;'/><title type='text'>One Bitchy Girl and Half A Slutty Boy</title><subtitle type='html'>As the title says, this is a blog co-written by two b.f.fs. One is a bitcy girl, the other is a half slutty boy.

This is where we let out inner "Britney" run wild.

Love us! Leave us haters!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-1166096746904811003</id><published>2010-06-16T09:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:06:54.837+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch on relationships'/><title type='text'>Well Hello... Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been almost a year since Bitchy Girl posted her last entry. To recap, I broke up with my then boyfriend. Things are still a bit bitter between us. The ex-boyfriend did so much stuff post-breakup that I hated him. When I broke up with him, I thought we could be friends. But blehhh I guess that never works. But it has been more than a year since the breakup and well, we are on the very superficial 'hi-bye, hows the weather' talking terms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I never really told anyone why I broke up with him. I guess it was because I did not see a future with him. He is not the type of guy that will fight for what he wants. He doesn't have dreams. He will forever be in this stagnant state of life. The last I've heard, he has already graduated and is still bumming around. 6 months of unemployment, spending his parent's money. There was a job opportunity that came by but he rejected it because 'the pay was too low'. Pfft. I'm glad I dumped him. I feel that a person should work regardless of the pay is or the job description. Just work temporarily until he gets a better job. Owh well, guess that is just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note, I'm in another relationship. Been 8 months and I guess the whole honeymoon period is starting to fade away. But I'm not too fussed. I guess in every relationship there are ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till next time. Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-1166096746904811003?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1166096746904811003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=1166096746904811003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/1166096746904811003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/1166096746904811003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-hello-hello.html' title='Well Hello... Hello'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-2685434442612708824</id><published>2009-06-14T18:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:17:05.957+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch on relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch on life'/><title type='text'>It Has Been a While</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, slutty boy has left his cute boyfriend and is now in an abusive relationship *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with the bf a few months ago. It was bad. I brought it up. He cried. It has been 3 maybe 4 months? and we are still not on talking terms. Fine! Let it be. Not my problem you can't handle things like a man. When I think back, I'm so glad its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are never satisfied with what we have. when we are treated too well, we get bored. human beings are selfish period. but isn't that the way the world works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and owh, got my first ever Tiff &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really emotional lately *pfft whats new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time *toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think slutty boy has forgotten about this site. hmmm might kick him off the blog and fly solo haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-2685434442612708824?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2685434442612708824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=2685434442612708824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/2685434442612708824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/2685434442612708824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-has-been-while.html' title='It Has Been a While'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-2304649050799072300</id><published>2008-10-04T13:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:32:58.443+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored bitch'/><title type='text'>It Has Been Long Since The Last Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for bitchy girl, everything has been going on smoothly I would say. Things with the boyfriend have surprisingly been loving. Owh and have you heard? Slutty boi has nabbed himself a boyfriend too. Very cute I must say. But sadly slutty boi has been reluctant to share his intimate details with this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Blehhh. What are friends when you don't share your 'fucking' secrets? Shy? Perhaps. It's his second 'love?' since a very bad breakup a few years back. 'love' with a question mark because this time around I feel that slutty boi is less committed to this handsome boyfriend of his. Maybe he is afraid that he will get hurt again? Oh fyi, slutty boi's fucking shithead cocksucker ex cheated on him. Needless to say, that devastated him. But now all is well, slutty boi is hot as ever with a hotter than never boyfriend. *owhh good for you good for you* *envious-- snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for wannabewants lately, I am still waiting for my first ever Tiff *n00b* but suddenly the craving has kinda died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8541077186602264467-2304649050799072300?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2304649050799072300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=2304649050799072300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/2304649050799072300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/2304649050799072300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-has-been-long-since-last-post.html' title='It Has Been Long Since The Last Post'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-8030794512388751654</id><published>2008-06-02T03:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:52:53.352+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much effort..</title><content type='html'>We had a long chat today, He was okay at the beginning of the chat, everything went well, he said he likes me a lot and there's nothing to worry about and also, he said.. seems like we're going really well. After hours of chat, he tell me have doubts about the longevity of the relationship. Wanting to stop dating and just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what he after, but seems like he is playing mind games. I like him very much, I tried to convince myself, if I don't go chasing around, maybe he might come back?&lt;br /&gt;I know the answer deep down in me, but i refused to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking all night, i nagged to my friends, i cried, i hate myself for what have been done and said. But what I had learned tonight is, don't get attached too easily, you will probably be the one who get hurt, am not saying everyone out there are bad person, its just that commitment is not as easy as it sounds when you actually wanna do it. Promises are sweet words, men thinks with their penis, they will say anything to get your attention and get into your pants. They will move on after they got what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he wish, I will meet him for the very last time, I know I will go through this, I wanna be strong and not the weak one. I don't want him to think he can be the player in this mind game and manipulate me. He also said he wanna cuddle and kiss, which I know what he's trying to do. You guys have a guess, I bet you guys know what he's trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on with this game tomorrow, yes I admit I will probably cry, but I will get through eventually! After all, I'm just a ordinary gay guy with flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be hoping for anymore love stories in my life, I don't wish to write it anymore in my story. Life is too short to be wasted, I will enjoy as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;I treasure my friends as they will be there for you whenever you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those players out there, You guys should think how many people you have played and PEOPLE who actually believe in love will extinct in the near future because of YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YOU ARE TO BLAME. AM NOT BEING OVERLY DRAMA ABOUT THIS. IF I SAID I DON'T HATE YOU NOW, I AM LYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SELgx0J0_rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LXoZkxpnmd8/s1600-h/20080602_034419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SELgx0J0_rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LXoZkxpnmd8/s320/20080602_034419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206971265611792050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the gift I prepared for his coming 21st Birthday. I will give it to him even though he rejected me. His loss, I have had willing to offer him with much love and much more surprises in the future, but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my pathetic story of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-8030794512388751654?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8030794512388751654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=8030794512388751654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/8030794512388751654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/8030794512388751654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Too much effort..'/><author><name>Slutty Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957361378168242139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SELgx0J0_rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LXoZkxpnmd8/s72-c/20080602_034419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-3395796277375229168</id><published>2008-05-31T19:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:11:42.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i am feeling fucked right now! i thought i was getting lucky! but i was so wrong! i fall in love with this fucker! he's a player, ive been asking comment from friends and everyone says he's a player!&lt;br /&gt;i am really upset now. i dont know how i actually feel, i feel like ive been played again.. im feeling like a bloody fool. i dont know what i did wrong but i always got treated this way! i am not hoping for anymore fucking shit love happy fuck up cunt to make me happy and sad!&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT ANY FUCKING RELATIONSHIP OR SO CALL STUPID DATES ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THOSE FUCKING SHIT PLAYERS OUT THERE, I HOPE U GUYS WILL BE PLAYED ONE DAY U WONT EVEN REALISED IT! FUCK U BITCHES! I HOPE U GUYS WILL GET IT ONE DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-3395796277375229168?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3395796277375229168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=3395796277375229168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/3395796277375229168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/3395796277375229168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_31.html' title=':('/><author><name>Slutty Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957361378168242139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-638758681686441112</id><published>2008-05-18T23:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:27:13.193+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch on relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch on life'/><title type='text'>Friendship Should Be A Two Way Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend. Let's call him W. W is a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dickhead"&gt;dickhead&lt;/a&gt;. We have been friends since primary school and before W started dating, everything was fine and dandy. When we were in secondary school, out of all the male friends primary friends that I stayed in contact with, W was the closest. We always lepak together even after I moved house, we still stayed in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he broke up with his 1st gf, we used to hang out a lot, mamak all the time, drive around in Dove's kelisa and stalk people's houses *ahhh those were the days*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W's personality in person rocks! He never fails to make you laugh and is always very courteous to elders (my parents). But the thing with W is that every time he has a girlfriend, he will instantly disappear. He will be sooooooooooo engrossed in his girlfriend or "babydoll" or "baby" as he would call them that he would just totally ignore us. Even if we called him for outings he will always decline, say he is busy or just totally ignore your messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we saw him online, we would usually greet him but he will always reply "eh gtg shower, eh gtg, ttyl, busy etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Every time he has relationship problems, I will always be the one he turns to. I have told him numerous times that he IS AN ASS for doing this to a friend! and he is aware of the fact that he neglects us as friends the moment he has a girlfriend and yet, he still hasn't learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently guess what, we started talking again.. and yessssssss you've guessed it right! He was having some relationship problems mainly due to the distance factor between him and his girl friend. Spring break has started and he just returned to his hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My msn messages asking if things worked out between them was given a cold reply of: "thanks for caring" and he just left without saying anything else. I know that he was not busy and was still online because he did not go offline until quite sometime after the message was sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we are only his friends when he is on the rebound. Dear W, friendship does not work that way. I have had enough of only me being the friend in this relationship and I have waited too long and have given you too many chances to "step up" and be my friend for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W, I feel that this is where I draw the line. As friends, I do not think that the way you treat me is justifiable. I wish you best of luck with your girlfriend and hope that when you have problems you do not have anyone to turn to as friends are not objects that you can dispose when you are occupied with something and retrieve when you need an ear. I shall bid goodbye to our friendship as you have silently pushed me out of your life 'again'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will not be a next time. This time I am smarter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-638758681686441112?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/638758681686441112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=638758681686441112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/638758681686441112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/638758681686441112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendship-should-be-two-way-thing.html' title='Friendship Should Be A Two Way Thing'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-1877223257154288235</id><published>2008-05-06T21:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:35:17.969+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch on relationships'/><title type='text'>Has Had Enough..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;was his personal message. How I wish that was directed to me. At first instance I thought that he has had enough of this relationship but turns out it was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hope that he would just dump me because I cannot bear to break his heart and dump him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is my time to have enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal message read: No Air. In some sense it is so true. When I am with him I feel like he is controlling every aspect of my life. As much as I try to ignore his whims and fancies, I still feel controlled. When I was out last weekend with my girlies, I bumped into him.. and when he got home guess what he said to me: "Can you dress like that the next time you go out with me?" I did not know what to say at that moment. Part of me just wanted to dump his sorry ass there and then. But I said sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped.&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/8541077186602264467-1877223257154288235?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1877223257154288235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=1877223257154288235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/1877223257154288235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/1877223257154288235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/has-had-enough.html' title='Has Had Enough..'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-6636435005432609607</id><published>2008-05-02T10:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:50:44.498+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>nothing bitchy happened.. sosad..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. big weekend coming! prepare bitches.. am gonna dress like a slutty school boi! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;high school reunion at fluffy! yuhuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. and yea.. its bvlgari bracelet!! hhahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-6636435005432609607?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6636435005432609607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=6636435005432609607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/6636435005432609607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/6636435005432609607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Slutty Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957361378168242139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-2244499241797634035</id><published>2008-05-01T23:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:35:22.439+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy anger'/><title type='text'>What Gives You The Right</title><content type='html'>to ask me every single detail of my life- not knowing won't kill you- I don't ask you every detail about your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make me report to you my whereabouts all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be angry at me if my phone is on silent and I didn't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be angry at me PERIOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish you never existed. I would be much freer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fugg yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-2244499241797634035?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2244499241797634035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=2244499241797634035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/2244499241797634035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/2244499241797634035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-gives-you-right.html' title='What Gives You The Right'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-3796517158862558608</id><published>2008-04-30T22:59:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:06:00.693+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo bitch'/><title type='text'>What If</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The people that you love had to leave you forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never get to see them again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slowly forget their faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep remembering the happy times that you had with that person, and know that you only have memories to remember them by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want them to be with you forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just cannot live without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Dean once said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream as if you'll live forever, Live as if you'll die today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone that matters the most to me thanks for being a part of me. Please try to live as long as possible okay? Please?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-3796517158862558608?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3796517158862558608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=3796517158862558608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/3796517158862558608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/3796517158862558608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-if.html' title='What If'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-3943168628125747899</id><published>2008-04-26T14:55:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:38:44.758+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch on life'/><title type='text'>Nothing Much Happening Recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so no bitchy rants~ my life has been fairly boring lately~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: me love the new prada fairy bag~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boring boring life!!! slutty boi, anything interesting happening lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh! Now I remember something juicy. Recently I found out that my senior of two years got married [that is a very young age mind you] (from what I saw it was a no frills, signing of the papers thing). Not long after, she had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me that feels prejudiced against people that get married then not long later have kids. It is as if the whole notion of this sacred matrimony happened because "the bun was in the oven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me and too many TVB dramas swirling around in my brain. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel that the girl cheated the guy into marrying him. Or the guy purposely making her pregnant so that he can marry her. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ewwww! I do not! NOT! want to picture my senior and her husband having sex! (to make matters even worse.. unprotected sex!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that they will lead a happy life though, with their new born baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8541077186602264467-3943168628125747899?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3943168628125747899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=3943168628125747899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/3943168628125747899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/3943168628125747899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-much-happening-recently.html' title='Nothing Much Happening Recently'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-1992877454644731802</id><published>2008-04-22T18:28:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:38:48.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.... :)</title><content type='html'>Omg.. I totally overspent this weekend.. bought 1 prada glasses 1 prada necklace, 1 lv purse and also a lv ring.. like.. totally hot!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2i7gaXA4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RXh0rGz9Nek/s1600-h/P19-04-08_16.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2i7gaXA4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RXh0rGz9Nek/s320/P19-04-08_16.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191985088624526210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2jHQaXA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/JIEN6ziO1ww/s1600-h/P19-04-08_16.40%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2jHQaXA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/JIEN6ziO1ww/s320/P19-04-08_16.40%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191985290487989138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2jRAaXA6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/7NJ0F6xQcwI/s1600-h/P22-04-08_18.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2jRAaXA6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/7NJ0F6xQcwI/s320/P22-04-08_18.29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191985457991713698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2jZAaXA7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/xpIzNaNJUHI/s1600-h/P21-04-08_17.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2jZAaXA7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/xpIzNaNJUHI/s320/P21-04-08_17.31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191985595430667186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea.. i've been lucky this week.. make out with a girl in the club.. LOL.. love it, but too bad im gay! hehe.. met up with another guy.. he's cute :) and yea.. someone come over and say hi, do i know you in the coffee shop today.. LIKE OMG.. he's hot.. although he's a bit old, but yea.. LOOK HOT IN HIS SUITS.. he gave me his business card, and he called.. omg.. hehe.. can't wait to hook up with him.. IM SO SLUTTY, i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-1992877454644731802?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1992877454644731802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=1992877454644731802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/1992877454644731802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/1992877454644731802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='.... :)'/><author><name>Slutty Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957361378168242139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aSOGX1aIUvo/SA2i7gaXA4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RXh0rGz9Nek/s72-c/P19-04-08_16.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-7481195671242842283</id><published>2008-04-20T22:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:43:52.468+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanna be &quot;wants&quot;'/><title type='text'>Adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just me who is going go-ga-ga over this bag?&lt;br /&gt;Can be held as a clutch, and can be taken as a sling bag! So versatile! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;the whole worn off look makes me love it even more~&lt;br /&gt;Price is a bitch though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/eLuxury/LV_11840822_H_pu?$hero$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 434px;" src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/eLuxury/LV_11840822_H_pu?$hero$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;    "Monogram Tissé Rayure Clutch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/estore/browse/product_detail.jsp?id=11840822"&gt;eLuxury&lt;/a&gt;&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/8541077186602264467-7481195671242842283?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7481195671242842283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=7481195671242842283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/7481195671242842283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/7481195671242842283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/adore.html' title='Adore'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-6695361226823675938</id><published>2008-04-20T20:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:27:52.409+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy anger'/><title type='text'>Just Don't Go If You Don't Feel Like It</title><content type='html'>and don't show me your stupid emo face! I went to dinner with some friends and this particular person was being so anal! When everyone was talking or doing something she will just walk away or do something else. -_- Please if you don't feel like hanging out with us why bother so?? It is so difficult because every time we will have to think what you are thinking and try not to hurt your feelings. Very very stressful okay! We hang out because we feel comfortable with each other because we enjoy each others company. Why are you always the "party pooper"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I just don't understand how your brain works. Obviously you have the money to repay a person back but you just refuse to because you have "overspent" this month and therefore everyone has to wait until next month before they can get back the money you owe them?! What kind of stupid rule is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well.. Guess some people are just weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-6695361226823675938?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6695361226823675938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=6695361226823675938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/6695361226823675938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/6695361226823675938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-dont-go-if-you-dont-feel-like-it.html' title='Just Don&apos;t Go If You Don&apos;t Feel Like It'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-1841803790054899336</id><published>2008-04-18T11:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:51:17.424+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy anger'/><title type='text'>You Know What I Fucking Hate?</title><content type='html'>People with smelly feet! Yeh fucking take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhere and this girl was sitting two chairs away but guess what?! I could smell her fucking feet!!! So damn traumatic! The fucking smell has been burnt and etched into my brain! Now everything I smell reeks of her fucking smelly feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's smelly feet and that it's hers because I've mentioned it to her before and she seems offended by it. So I didn't wanna raise that issue again. But for the love of god! Please put on some socks and not wear that ugly piece of smelly shoe anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how pretty, or how comfortable your shoes are! I can smell it from a mile away therefore please throw them away!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you I will think of your smelly feet and that makes me wanna run away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: slutty boi! your weekdays are so eventful! OMG I &lt;3 hermes bangles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-1841803790054899336?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1841803790054899336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=1841803790054899336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/1841803790054899336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/1841803790054899336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-what-i-fucking-hate.html' title='You Know What I Fucking Hate?'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-8584231043393392962</id><published>2008-04-18T01:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:29:04.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally not my day!</title><content type='html'>its totally not my day today.. okay, went to watch semi pro today, its like the WORST EVER MOVIE I WATCHED IN MY LIFE! the story line sucks.. and all this guy.. not sure what is his name, the main character, all the things he did just totally annoyed me.. and yea! i tried to sneak in some snack to the cinema in my jacket, i totally busted myself! like omg.. i dropped my drinks, the plastic bottle cracked, and all the stupid juice spills and some bitch was actually laughing at me! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea.. i saw some one i had sex with, totally embarrassing, i don't know why to do, i just acted like i didnt saw him, SO WRONG i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to the local pub, was very boring, so me and my friend decided to go out to the smoking area to check out ppl, omg.. I saw this old ugly old fart.. he tried to talk to me weeks ago in some club, but i totally ignored him. I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE HE TRIED again today! like omg! he told my friend like.. hey, ure friend is cute, but he seems shy.. LIKE TOTALLY OMG, why should i talk to him? 1st he's so old, 2nd he's ugly, 3rd stuff he wore, OVERATED.. pls dress like your age i dont try to act young.. he should just go home, wank off watch porn instead trying to be cool and pick up some young hot youngster like me.. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am off to the coast tomorrow, shopping! omg.. so excited.. we're going to Hermes, the watches are hot! i like one of them, but the price is abit bitchy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pot luck party on sat, pre drink and off to club.. straight club, its gonna be so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update more.. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-8584231043393392962?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8584231043393392962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=8584231043393392962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/8584231043393392962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/8584231043393392962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/totally-not-my-day.html' title='Totally not my day!'/><author><name>Slutty Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957361378168242139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-7605453259685025372</id><published>2008-04-17T10:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:31:10.172+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch fights'/><title type='text'>This is what its all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g52knPKYowE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g52knPKYowE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch fights!!! Grrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-7605453259685025372?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7605453259685025372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=7605453259685025372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/7605453259685025372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/7605453259685025372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-what-its-all-about.html' title='This is what its all about'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-6440101944468618995</id><published>2008-04-16T23:49:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:57:12.879+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanna be &quot;wants&quot;'/><title type='text'>Hello Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is bitchy girl speaking. Welcome to our fantabulous blog! *whateverrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo... This wannaberichgirl will show you what she wants at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAYE10z_sjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/btbn9zl6W_E/s1600-h/tiff+ring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAYE10z_sjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/btbn9zl6W_E/s400/tiff+ring.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189840943347380786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it just so pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bitchy materialistic girl in me lovesssssssssss it so much!!! and will chop off her finger.... nail for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants this so badly and has been hinting her bf for agessssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he has been to blurrrr or too poor to give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighhhhhhhhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had a rich boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wishful thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8541077186602264467-6440101944468618995?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6440101944468618995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=6440101944468618995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/6440101944468618995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/6440101944468618995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello Everyone'/><author><name>Bitchy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13446079044918869658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAgb9Ez_slI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YuXnVqs17Ns/S220/tags.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_c-9g_9b2Q_c/SAYE10z_sjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/btbn9zl6W_E/s72-c/tiff+ring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541077186602264467.post-6724005417953468482</id><published>2008-04-16T23:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:45:34.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog is created because..</title><content type='html'>because.. My bitchy girlfriend show me a blog, which was totally not SO GLAMOROUS AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;apparently, everybody know him, even desginers, model and shit.. OMG.. his sense of fashion! like omg.. ONE WORD D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R! like omg, he's like so stupid! I AM SURE HE IS JUST ONE OF THOSE WHO WANNA BE FASHIONABLE BUYING KNOCKOFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is totally random I KNOW! but.. u'll get used to it.. as this blog is gonna be TOTAL RANDOM.. enjoy and world! watch out.. here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541077186602264467-6724005417953468482?l=wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6724005417953468482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8541077186602264467&amp;postID=6724005417953468482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/6724005417953468482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541077186602264467/posts/default/6724005417953468482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wannaberichgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-blog-is-created-because.html' title='This Blog is created because..'/><author><name>Slutty Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07957361378168242139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
