<?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-15753726</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:07:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ LiNg iN wOnDeRLaNd ~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15753726.post-114823617306383939</id><published>2006-05-22T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T02:37:33.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip trip trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whee!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally gotta go out of Singapore after like... many many years?? (Johor not counted k...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Redang &lt;/span&gt;tonight, which is somewhere in Malaysia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, i know.. Both Johor and Redang are in Malaysia, but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Redang&lt;/span&gt; is further away (a bloody 10hrs trip k!! =X) mah, so counted as going out of Singapore...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, go visit this website about a guy in Japan called&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search=hard+gay&amp;search_type=search_videos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hard Gay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(if u cannot click on the words 'hard gay', copy this link &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search=hard+gay&amp;amp;search_type=search_videos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/results?search=hard+gay&amp;amp;search_type=search_videos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and paste it in a new window)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn Hilarious guy (or gay? who cares =P) sia!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muz watch!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There're alot of clips on him doing funny stuff like getting Yahoo! to make him their mascot, trying to be in the magazine cover etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dun think he's acting, but den again, who cares rite? Funny can liao =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, rmmbr to click only those dat say they've english subtitles k, if not u wun understand (coz they're in japanese.. duhz!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy watching!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And happy playing for me! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114823617306383939?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114823617306383939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114823617306383939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114823617306383939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114823617306383939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-trip-trip.html' title='trip trip trip'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114805512952810123</id><published>2006-05-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:16:04.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diary of a salesgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the past few days, i've been helping my fren's sister's fren Merlyn (now my fren!) to sell clothes at SP. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She actually had a shop in Bugis Street 2nd floor (called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Intro Style&lt;/span&gt;), and sells mostly going out and working clothes. If u r into feminine style, u will sure like them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it's the clothes.. maybe it's the location.. or maybe it's really juz me, but I wasn't able to sell much for the past 4days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If my fren had been irritated with me for such poor sales, I wouldn't even bother to feel bad abt it... but she wasn't.. she was super nice to me instead! =X &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u will know why after u read..................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st day (mon, 15/5):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reached SP earlier, so helped Merlyn unpacked her stuff... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First impression of her was not bad. Friendly lady. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the clothes sux, to be honest. Mayb it's juz not my style, i dunno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway we din talked much coz she was rushing off to Bangkok to get stocks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So i was alone an hr later, sitting der like some idiot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U see, i've forgotten to bring sth to pass the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ended up msging ppl (namely olive, carol, tim) nonstop the whole afternoon. lolx.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i din manage to sell anything. bah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even more sway, there wasn't any store place for my clothes and rack. I was damn afraid i'd have to bring them home can...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While waiting for the in-charge to bring me good news, i helped a guy packed his goods to stop myself from thinking rubbish stuff... and it pays to be nice u know.. coz he initiated to help me locked my rack with his stuff! Touched...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And luckily i was able to keep my bag of clothes in the security room...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whee!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2nd day (tues, 16/5):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I brought a magazine (Style) to read after learning a painful lesson. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it was so sucky dat i finished it within an hr. Seriously!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was so desperate dat i kept flipping thru each page carefully to see wad i'd left out. I even read all the advertisements! Dat was how desperate i was to kill time can...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i was only able to sell one top. bleahz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another painful lesson....... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never buy Style magazine again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3rd day (wed, 17/5):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merlyn came back from bangkok and brought some tops which are more suitable for students to my stall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She actually travelled der ALONE to get her clothes lor! So brave can..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway the tops she brought were beta, more casual and nice. So i bought one for myself. heh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i sold a skirt and a top... improved but still not good enuff. Have to work harder!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another prob arose... the security uncle wasn't able to keep my stuff anymore!! wah...!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But was lucky again coz the nice guy (the one dat locked my rack for me) agreed to help me hide my bag under his table... whee!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th day (thurs, 18/5):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merlyn came with some more tops again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i wasn't able to sell anything the whole day... again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sux man...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th day (fri, 19/5):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was very determined to try sell at least 5 tops today, since it's the last day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But in the end Merlyn decided not to continue at SP, if not she will open her shop damn late coz hafta come SP helped me pack the stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAHHH...... no chance to redeem myself at all man!! =X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;treated the nice guy ice-cream to thank him before i left and brought the stuff back to her shop tog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went for lunch at Fish n Co, which she treated me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She even paid me 5days pay lor, even tho i din work at all today..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine the guilt i was, and still am, going through for my lousy performance which causes her to make a loss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think i'm really not cut to be a salesgirl man....&lt;br /&gt;And worse still, she treated me to Fish n Co and even paid me more than she shld!!&lt;br /&gt;waa......&lt;br /&gt;My guilt has eaten half my heart now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So ppl, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;patron the shop&lt;/span&gt; if u have time... some of the clothes are really not bad..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not asking u to do for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do it for yrself. More clothes to wear u know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114805512952810123?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114805512952810123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114805512952810123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114805512952810123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114805512952810123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/05/diary-of-salesgirl.html' title='diary of a salesgirl'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114693076183413481</id><published>2006-05-06T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:04:45.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs/cats clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh oh! Guess wad I saw at Jurong Point pet shop today?&lt;br /&gt;Give u a hint. Sth dat we girls like to wear when we go beach..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;can guess it now?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;It's bikinis for dogs!!&lt;br /&gt;Or issit for cats?? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;But whichever case, it's still damn funny can!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine u go to the beach to tan with yr frenz one day... and see this lady with her dear doggy tanning.. maybe even wearing similar bikinis..&lt;br /&gt;Whuahahhahahahahahahhahaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand it man...&lt;br /&gt;It's really hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, why do some pet owners &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to dress their poor pets into weird, fanciful clothes and make them look like clowns??&lt;br /&gt;Are they bored of their motionless barbie dolls that they have to subject their own pets to such bizarre 'trend' (to me, it's more like a sick fetish... pui!) ????&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me bullshit like "to keep my poor dog warm" or "oh, my cat likes dressing up"...&lt;br /&gt;What are the furs for den?? Home for fleas???&lt;br /&gt;And yr cat tells u that he like it?? If dats the case, think u shld send him to hospital for observation... might be some alien u know...&lt;br /&gt;haa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114693076183413481?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114693076183413481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114693076183413481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114693076183413481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114693076183413481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/05/dogscats-clothes.html' title='Dogs/cats clothes'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114692938771750890</id><published>2006-05-06T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:23:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3days ago, I was a mad woman who was trying to squeeze a sem's work in a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3days later, I'm a happy woman enjoying like nobody's business!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;muahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more tons of assignment and tutorials and tests to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more staying up to chiong work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more having to wake up early for sch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And best of all, I can slack all i want and noone can say a damn thing abt it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I've one big prob now... What am I gonna do for the nxt 3mths??? =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's either I die of boredom or find 'sth' to do... u know wad i mean la hur, since i'm a training teacher now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, went to watch Mission Impossible 3 with tim today... my 1st time watching MI show! lolx it was not bad for an action show, predictable though... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But getting to watch tom cruise for 2hrs is really damn shiok.. i mean, he's cuter than ever now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*drool* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;think i've a thing for mature (fine, use the word 'old' if u want, i dun care! =P) men... all those wrinkles dat make their somewhat-tired-but-knowlegdeable eyes twinkle when they smile... really to DIE for man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha is this considered as fetish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it doesn't mean ALL mature men will melt me ok, only those cute ones.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;duhz rite.. haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, me and carol had aimed some tops in Mango... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;waiting for june sales to come b4 we buy.. heh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;very auntie i know.. but wad to do, no money wad... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And fyi, i think the SK2 set that i bought for my mum not dat useful for us.. coz we're younger! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So if anyone wants, i can give them some suggestions b4 they decide which ones they shld to buy. I'm not a professional, but i've consulted a SK2 salesgirl and roughly know which are the basic essential ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yupz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But if still unsure (I don't blame la, coz face is very impt u know), u can go down consult (and ask for the prices as well to compare.. heh sounds auntie hur hur) personally b4 asking me to help u buy. But cfm save one la, dun worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yupz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114692938771750890?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114692938771750890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114692938771750890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114692938771750890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114692938771750890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/05/exams-over_06.html' title='exams over!'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114646372865746254</id><published>2006-05-01T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:19:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bought SK-II for my mum... at a damn cheap price too! Whee! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5items in total, but paid alot less than the market price... =P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyone who wants to know how much i hav saved can give me a call! heh =P (i'm sure u will get a BIG shock from the numbers!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/Image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, and the pack consist of a facial treatment cleanser, liquid foundation, eye treatment film, facial treatment repair C, facial treatment mask, facial treatment essence (think it's called 'shen qi shui' in the tv ad.. lolx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not bad hor! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But for those who love to tan, u cant use these... coz it's a whitening set! duhz~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw i'm not supposed to advertise this.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sshhh..... =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114646372865746254?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114646372865746254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114646372865746254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114646372865746254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114646372865746254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/05/mums-bday.html' title='Mum&apos;s bday'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114533985535838313</id><published>2006-04-18T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T14:06:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cycling trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went cycling with khad, rozi, jasmine and quek at east coast park ytrday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was not bad, quite fun and relaxing... and of course, had a great time teasing too! heh khad is damn good at linking everything to the targeted people and making them regret saying it... lolx!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll usually be her helper.. tho still learning from her... but learning fast! whuahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i think it's so fun to be dating instead of going into relationship so fast..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean, u get to enjoy all the benefits as a woman like attention, treats, constant shower of LTC (love tender and care) etc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and at the same time, u get to enjoy feeling like a goddess with all those chasing and playing hard to get...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lolx!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, i know dat sounds mean...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But come on man! most, or even ALL, of the women like to do that, consciously or subconsciously..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u are always condemning these kind of women, let's face it. U are juz in total denial and u are also denying the fact that u are a woman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u are attempting to defend yrself now by saying dat u are juz trying to see whether the guy is sincere, let's face it too. U are in denial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If u are cursing me for stereotyping women, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u can go and eat shit now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously. =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i still cant get down to study! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bleahz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114533985535838313?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114533985535838313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114533985535838313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114533985535838313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114533985535838313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/04/cycling-trip.html' title='cycling trip'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114503441197775611</id><published>2006-04-15T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:08:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fren's entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read this from my fren's, David, blog... funny can!! lolx!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this might be offensive to some..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so if you do not like, or even hate, the F word, please do not read on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I repeat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not read on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will NOT be responsible for any side-effects that you kana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'FUCK' as most words is derived from the german word 'FRICHEN' meaning, to strike... In the english language, 'FUCK' falls into many grammatically catogories.. like 'FUCKER', 'FUCKEST', 'FUCKING' etc...As a verb, for example, John 'FUCK' Jane or Jane 'FUCKS'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this magical word, is not always used sexually.. For example...&lt;br /&gt;As part of an adjective... John is doing all the 'FUCKING' work...&lt;br /&gt;As part of an adverb... Jane talks too 'FUCKING' loudly...&lt;br /&gt;As an adverb enhancing an adjective.... Jane is so 'FUCKING' beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;As a noun... I dun give a 'FUCK'...&lt;br /&gt;As part of a word... Abso-'FUCKING'-lutely or in-'FUCKING'-credible...&lt;br /&gt;As a full correct sentence... 'FUCK' the 'FUCKING' 'FUCKERS'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'FUCK' can be used in situations as well... For example:&lt;br /&gt;A Fraud... I got 'FUCKED' by the car dealer&lt;br /&gt;Dismay... Arhhh 'FUCK' it...&lt;br /&gt;Trouble... I guess I'm really 'FUCKED' now...&lt;br /&gt;Agression... Dun 'FUCK" with me buddy...&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty... I dun understand the 'FUCKING' problem...&lt;br /&gt;Enquiry... Wat the 'FUCK' was that??&lt;br /&gt;Dissatisfaction... I dun like wat the 'FUCK' is going on here...I&lt;br /&gt;ncompetence... John's a 'FUCK-OFF'...&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal... Why dun u go somewhere and play or 'FUCK' urself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are juz some examples.. there are of course more of them...With these multi-purpose application, how can anyone really be offended when u use the word?? So ppl reading my blog.. the next time u hear the F' word.. do not feel dismayed... for all u know the person saying this word was facing one of, or maybe all of the situation above... hahaha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paiseh ah david, din ask u first before i post it in my blog... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i'm sure u dun mind rite.. u so nice... hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114503441197775611?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114503441197775611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114503441197775611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114503441197775611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114503441197775611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-frens-entry.html' title='My fren&apos;s entry'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114503270506280890</id><published>2006-04-15T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:45:12.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Double O nite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went Double O with olive, xia, ana and ana's frenz on thurs nite...&lt;br /&gt;It was quite ok initially, us buying drinks and talking crapz..&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Raid.&lt;br /&gt;Right after we bought 2nd round of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't even danced at all lor!!&lt;br /&gt;Bah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up taking photos... haha quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;And know wad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got freaked out by the photo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See the white fingers above our heads??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scary rite?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But olive n i realise it's juz the wall after awhile..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lolx!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i was really bumped up for a moment lor... bleahz&lt;br /&gt;Cant they freaking change the freaky wall???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway din wanna go another club with ana n frenz n spent $ again, so went off to find ke ren and his frenz at a pub after dat...&lt;br /&gt;Think we were kinda high, coz we took freaking 15min to understand which direction they were trying to direct us. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Played pool with olive and ke ren at the pub, while xia slept on the couch.. couldn't hit the balls at all, everything seemed to keep moving.. haa.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to check out Double O at ard 315. Opened again! Whee!! Finally we could dance!&lt;br /&gt;But some freaking guy spoilt the nite when he kept harassing me...&lt;br /&gt;He even tried to eat my tofu lor!! (as in touch me la..)&lt;br /&gt;Lucky whole nite got olive n xia to protect me. heh&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls! &lt;em&gt;*muack*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wan to go club again.&lt;br /&gt;Din get to enjoy much dat day lor.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114503270506280890?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114503270506280890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114503270506280890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114503270506280890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114503270506280890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/04/stupid-double-o-nite.html' title='Stupid Double O nite...'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114481345046142595</id><published>2006-04-12T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:51:48.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last assignment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup u heard me. I have finished my CCE assignment ytrday and left one more due on 15april and i'm done for the semester and i can finally relax. WHEE!! (sorry, alot of &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;.. lolx!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i nearly died-ed from chionging my CCE assignment in one day+nite... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; sleep somemore!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 2750words&lt;/span&gt; u know... imagine the the torture i went thru the nite.. *shatter*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never allow dat to happen again! Next semester i shall not leave my stuff last min anymore. Yup. *are u sure?? u have been saying dat since sem 1 of year 1!! (olive echoing behind)*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Err... can la, provided u dun slack and tempt me to slack as well anymore.. lolx!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Typhoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with Bernard ytrday... nice show!! It makes me want to know more about the history between North and South Korea, and what really happen between them and China and Russia and US in the 1980s. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For someone who always got F9 for history to say dat... it's a miracle!! =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as usual, Bernard was telling me story about him and another girl. So drama can!! But not surprising la, all his stories forever drama one.. lolx! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i must say... k nvm, shan't say anything. Later he scold me for telling the whole world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/15753726-114481345046142595?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114481345046142595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114481345046142595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114481345046142595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114481345046142595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-assignment.html' title='Last assignment!'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114423174649120354</id><published>2006-04-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:17:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New laptop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As regard to my previous entry, i'm not sure if wad i'm doing and thinking is correct now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coz my bf juz told me CCA points is important if u wan to get into poly.. they'll definitely look at yr CCA when judging whether to accept u anot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mayb i'm juz a lousy sis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, i've a new laptop now!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dun hafta waste time in sch anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can do work in sch during long breaks now... or play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/My%20LaPtOp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/My%20LaPtOp.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/15753726-114423174649120354?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114423174649120354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114423174649120354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114423174649120354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114423174649120354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-laptop.html' title='New laptop!'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114415437619633367</id><published>2006-04-04T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:55:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning to stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just had an argument with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;My younger bro got zero CCA point for NPCC and my mum's going to his sch and argue with the teacher tmr.&lt;br /&gt;My dad agreed, but i objected.&lt;br /&gt;I shall list out the arguments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes, he's been ponning NPCC alot last year but since last dec, he's been attending it diligently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he has become more mature now, knowing the importance of CCA and studying in order to get into the poly n course he wans nxt time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;even if it's juz one point, it's worth getting. u dun wan to see yr bro failing to get his choice of course in poly juz becoz of one point rite? Or worse, cannot get into poly!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and even worse, wad if he ends up being a good-for-nothing nxt time?? are u going to take care of him forever??? (far too extreme rite, juz becoz of dat one point somemore.. but wad to do, my mum's argument always very weird) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so wad if he's attending NPCC diligently since dec?? It's only for 4mths lor! For the past one yr he had always been ponning u know.. so i muz say he deserve it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dats precisely the point. If u think he's mature enuff to think for himself now, why get so worried over one point that he deserve not to get?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if he's mature enuff to know studies is important, do u think he'll not work hard for it himself?? do u think he'll get such lousy grades as to not get his choice?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and he's bloody 16 now!! It's time he learns dat wadeva he does, ders a consequence to it. So even if ultimately he realises he's wrong, he still have to face the consequences HIMSELF and not repeat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U may say i'm a heartless sister.&lt;br /&gt;But my pt is, if u keep taking care of everything for the child, do u think he'll grow up to be a responsible, mature person??&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying i wun help my bro at all.&lt;br /&gt;It muz depend on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Since he has mature and really studying hard, i believe he can still do well even w/o the one stupid CCA pt.&lt;br /&gt;I just wan him to grow up into a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan my bro to become a wimp who always depends on people.&lt;br /&gt;I wan him to be independent, who will work hard and get what he wans himself.&lt;br /&gt;But do my parents know??&lt;br /&gt;Haa.&lt;br /&gt;They just think i'm a lousy sis who dun care abt my own bros and not trying the least to help him.&lt;br /&gt;I CARE. I really do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no point of me trying to argue dat, my mum always think she's right anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do my bro think i dun care too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;And i dun care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They can think wad they wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114415437619633367?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114415437619633367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114415437619633367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114415437619633367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114415437619633367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/04/learning-to-stand.html' title='learning to stand'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114415284488350179</id><published>2006-04-04T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:49:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been kinda busy for the past few weeks... tons of assignments due... bday parties to go... go out with my bf... dun even have time for myself or shopping now!! =X&lt;br /&gt;lolx! i know everyone will say i deserve it, but cant expect me to heck the parties rite! i mean, 21st bday lehz... not any other bday u know! And u cant expect me to heck my bf for weeks too rite...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll be able to slp more after the 15april! yeah!! coz dats the last assignment due.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat reminds me of my mendaki tuition at lakeside pri sch.. i'm so super lag behind the topics!! =X&lt;br /&gt;and ders a test coming soon lor... die die die...&lt;br /&gt;it's either i suck at teaching or i suck at controling the class..&lt;br /&gt;i think it's both actually.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;can u see me as a future pri sch teacher??&lt;br /&gt;I know i cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114415284488350179?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114415284488350179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114415284488350179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114415284488350179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114415284488350179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114339503285914398</id><published>2006-03-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:10:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------Sorry for causing u any trouble!-------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a habit of expecting ppl to read my mind... bad bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114339503285914398?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114339503285914398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114339503285914398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114339503285914398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114339503285914398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-bad.html' title='feeling bad'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114292508821098814</id><published>2006-03-21T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:48:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in com lab now with olive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of her, she's like a defected doll nowadays, smiling even when she's alone.&lt;br /&gt;Haa.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl got bf liao mah.. honeymoon period now somemore, wad to do...&lt;br /&gt;And half the time talking about her bf.. not that i mind though... i myseld would love to too, but always afraid ppl will get turn off when i talk too much about him.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if i always smiled like her during my honeymoon period...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114292508821098814?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114292508821098814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114292508821098814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114292508821098814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114292508821098814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/03/bored-in-school.html' title='Bored in school'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114270187796247349</id><published>2006-03-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:11:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having second tots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know i commented that i am not petty (i think...) in my previous entry, but i also said that women usually don't admit even if they really are, rite?&lt;br /&gt;Now, i cant help but think if i really AM afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's rather difficult, i realise, to differentiate between vocalising your disagreements and being petty.&lt;br /&gt;Both are, apparently, separated by a very FINE line.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you are good at arguing your way through, people will think that it's reasonable for u to get irritated or even pissed.&lt;br /&gt;If u don't know the correct technique to do so, u will (most of the times...) end up being labelled as petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm more of the latter, as i tend to step over that line. Dunno why but i juz find it hard to manage and express myself properly.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i try to vocalise my inner tots, it'll (without fail!) turn out agitated and i'll simply become abit tearful (as pointed out by burning charcoal.. lolx!) due to being worked up. Sometimes i really feel like poking my eyes n stoping them from emerging.. serious! =X&lt;br /&gt;And alot of times, after all the arguments, i'll start to feel guilty when the person is being affected in some ways and think that i, myself, am being petty, and even think that people are seeing me as being petty too. Stupid to think that way i know... haa.&lt;br /&gt;But i mean, if u cant convince yourself that u are justifiable in feeling that way, wad makes u think that others will be convinced?&lt;br /&gt;And even if u can convince yourself and others as well, wad makes u think that u are not blowing sth small up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying hard to learn to express myself nowadays, and i must say, it's a difficult task for me because ever since i was born, i kept everything, really EVERYTHING, to myself.&lt;br /&gt;If i was happy, i'd share with people.&lt;br /&gt;If i was unhappy about sth or sb, i'd juz keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;If i was upset, i'd bottle up and sob quietly into my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;If i was pissed, i'd juz vent my anger at my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;If i've a problem with sth, i'd pretend that it's the best thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;So sth as trivial as voicing your opinion on a certain thing (e.g. whether the top is nice on dat person), has been, and still is, a huge thinking process for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz of that, my bf says maybe that's why i always cant help getting over-agitated when arguing and sometimes even sound unconvincing.&lt;br /&gt;But is that an acceptable excuse to be so called petty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt that i'm not a typical Leo as my temper's not that bad. I tot.&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm having doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Am i?&lt;br /&gt;Am i not?&lt;br /&gt;Or issit juz another pms period?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i must thank olive, rozi, khad and tim for reassuring me that i'm not being petty (even tho at times i feel i am) coz that helps me feel beta in a great great GREAT deal (n keeps me saint too!)!!!&lt;br /&gt;*muack*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114270187796247349?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114270187796247349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114270187796247349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114270187796247349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114270187796247349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/03/having-second-tots.html' title='Having second tots...'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114260801247225797</id><published>2006-03-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:06:52.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;An hour ago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr X: Hi, Miss Lee from Mendaki right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Yup. Who's this? Mr X: I'm your student's father. I just want to inform you that my son wouldn't be going for tuition tomorrow as he will be going to KL with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Okok, not a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr X: Do i need to write a letter to u or sth?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Nah, it's ok. What's your son's name by the way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr X: Yusman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: -_-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, yusman is my nie friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114260801247225797?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114260801247225797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114260801247225797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114260801247225797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114260801247225797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/03/sianz_17.html' title='Sianz...'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114244193848797108</id><published>2006-03-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:09:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not petty.</title><content type='html'>I repeat again... I am NOT petty, or even trying to be petty (but think nobody will actually admit she herself is petty anyway.. lolx). If u have been in my shoes for the past few years, you would hav understand why sometimes i'll show my displease when someone become too insensitive about stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hav u ever been teased almost everyday by your friends? Do you even know how it feels like?? I don't mean simple teasings like "u damn short lor", "u look chao-dar (black)!"... it's more like "your ears damn big leh", "eh, big ear girl", "why u hav so much hair on yr legs??", "can i see yr legs ? &lt;em&gt;*see up close*&lt;/em&gt; so hairy!" and alot more... one even try to pluck a hair out.&lt;br /&gt;Wad de hell rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how much i'd to go through everyday during my jc life???? I always juz played along or juz smiled or laughed it off.. but when u kept getting these kind of stupid insensitive comments from guys (and they're supposed to be my frenz or even good frenz lor..) for TWO bloody yrs, i bet u would be like me, upset at countless pts of my 2years-life... Worse still, i had to keep pretending that i'm not bothered by them at all... when in actual fact, i do.. terribly. Nobody will ever understand this feeling, coz noone in her right mind will let ppl do this to her. Think that was when i started to feel more and more inferior too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i cant really blame them la, coz it's me who allowed them to do so... the first few times they commented, i played along and joked with them... and i think dat gave them the idea that i'm ok with the teasings, so they juz continued for the next 2yrs. I mean, i'm OK with teasings, as long as u know the limit and also know when to stop. But they were too insensitive to stop from doing it every year, every month, every week and mayb even everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun ask me why i din tell them off... i really dunno. Mayb coz i din wan such stuff to affect our friendship.. or mayb coz i think it's dumb to argue over such trivial stuff, even though i cried over it for alot of times (i easily tear u see...).. or mayb coz i juz din know how to fight for myself. Come to think of it, i was dumb to keep mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of dat, i promise myself i'll not let history repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* it's hard actually. Whenever i try to defend myself, it always doesn't seem to work... or will simply end up coming out the wrong way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm juz fated to get it all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think no point trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think life sux (except for the days when i'm with him.. he nvr ever once tease me, not even when i blur until can die kind... and also when i'm with carol... really love them both for that *hugs*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry for the thousands of 'but' and 'and'!! haha too braindead to think of more conjunctions... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114244193848797108?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114244193848797108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114244193848797108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114244193848797108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114244193848797108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-not-petty.html' title='I am not petty.'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-114243726815157131</id><published>2006-03-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:13:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm writing again!!! lolx. Feel too lazy to type regularly, dats why disappeared so long... and somemore i find it hard to simply express my real feelings here, for fear of stepping on someone's tail, or even upset someone.. But now i think, maybe this can be a good start for me to practice expressing myself in words.. if not someone will get angry with me again for keeping things to myself.. haa =P&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/D??P??y"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/200/D%3F%3FP%3F%3Fy%20E%3F%3FeS.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hair!! According to Rozi, i've dopey eyes today... i think so too actually. lolx! And i think i look like a little boy again... but heck la hur! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and khad did her curls again... nicer than the first one! not so auntie now.. heh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And olive trimmed hers too! The lady straightened abit for her, and we all were like drooling all over her after dat.. should hav taken her photo rite.. forgot man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And (last and!) Rozi was jealous that she din get to cut hers!! Jealous many times today somemore... lolx.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happen at the salon......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Rozi, do you know i always melt when ppl wash my hair for me?? (said it while the guy was washing my hair... forgot it's a guy washing my hair)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozi: *laugh* i cant believe u said dat!&lt;br /&gt;Khad: ya man!&lt;br /&gt;Me: oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------- 1min later --------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozi: So ling, are u high now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;------- the guy smiled n continued washing my hair ---------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: *pretend not to be paiseh* it's melt! Not high!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------- 1 min later--------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozi: Ling, look at this mag...&lt;br /&gt;Me: don't disturb me when i'm melting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------- the guy smiled again -----------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozi: -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;Me: kidding la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------- 1 min later -----------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rozi: wah lao ling, u have a high look lor...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blush n cover face with mag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------- the guy smiled... again-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: *cover face again*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------- after cutting hair -----------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: i think he gave me extra service! he massaged my head again when rinsing it!&lt;br /&gt;Khad: I think he really wants to make u wet man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wah lao!!! stupid khad...&lt;br /&gt;think we were a nuisance in the salon. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-114243726815157131?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/114243726815157131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=114243726815157131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114243726815157131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/114243726815157131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112800693822565237</id><published>2005-09-29T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:15:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Fake boobies ~</title><content type='html'>Do u know u have to change your fake boobs once every 5-10years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u dun, this is wad will happen to them:&lt;br /&gt;Real boobs will sag but silicon wun. So as years go by, yr real ones will start to reach for yr belly button, while yr fake ones (silicon mah, so good quality) stay where they are. And if u dun change them, u will look like u have a pair of boobs, in other words, cow with 4 nipples!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*lolx*&lt;/em&gt; this was wad my dad heard from a debate show in channel U... they were talking abt cosmetic surgery n once seeing this woman a.k.a cow in a sauna. haha funny rite?&lt;br /&gt;So my words to those with small boobs (including me? i guess =P): think twice before u go enlarge, unless u really want to look like a cow when u are old!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to watch The Myth yesterday with quek n olive. The area ard her jaws were/are swollen, and she cannot laugh too much coz it'll cause pain in the wounds. Torturous! Imagine u cant laugh for at least a week!! Disgusting!!! But u shld see her face when quek made her laugh (by suaning me, as usual.. bleahz) and she had to control... so damn hilarious!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;muz take care k girl, dun eat too much ice ya, later cough even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Myth:&lt;br /&gt;Plot quite interesting, but show abit draggy. Quek think it's not bad, but olive says it's not as nice as we expect. And Jackie chan's horse damn funny, it'll know where, when n which leg to use to kick the enemy... i wan dat horse too!! haha&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i ate cold Long John Silver for dinner today. yum yum. haa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112800693822565237?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112800693822565237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112800693822565237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112800693822565237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112800693822565237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/fake-boobies.html' title='~ Fake boobies ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112775902740393215</id><published>2005-09-27T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:26:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Xiaxue's blog ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FYI, she's a popular (or famous? wadeva~) blogger who's a columnist for Snag magazine (i think) currently and has 3 endorsement deals so far. Cool hur? I mean, to get well-known juz from blogging abt yr feelings and thoughts on stuff...&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;As in, how many can actually say the Truth in blog (or even reality), without thinking twice abt the feelings of others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who are able to withstand the bang of guilt after stepping on the person who has agitated u??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simply put, we ARE juz afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;afraid to reveal the true feelings that are deep in the heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;afraid of criticism from others, esp loved ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;afraid of being seen as a f***ing bitch who cant even empathize with ppl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;afraid of losing frenz who disagree with yr principles and 'wrongdoings'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;simple afraid.&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;That is why i salute her, Xiaxue, for her straight-forwardness and courage (think more of heck care la hur) to 'pen' down the Truth in her blog, for the whole world to see somemore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So i'm inspired to be like her now (exclude the f*** and lewd parts la of course... i'm an angel as u know =P), to have the courage to reveal my inner voice to ppl oneday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND i'm sure my bf will agree to dat, coz he has been trying for millions of years to make me speak... from my heart. Dun pek cek k, i'm really trying hard le... =)&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;Anyway, good luck olive!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's going to remove her wisdom tooth later in the noon... all 4 of them!! Scary!!! *ouch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And hope she remembers me after the minor operation (from wad i learn today, anesthetic can actually cause temporary loss of memory... stun!) &lt;em&gt;*pray hard*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I'll cook clam chowder for u when u finally can eat k!! (muz finish EVERYTHING even if not nice ah... heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: juz in case u are wondering why the change of font size, i was worried u ppl might have difficulty reading the puny words, dats why i enlarged them abit... see i so sweet &lt;em&gt;*lolx*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112775902740393215?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112775902740393215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112775902740393215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112775902740393215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112775902740393215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/xiaxues-blog.html' title='~ Xiaxue&apos;s blog ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112740264139917610</id><published>2005-09-22T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:24:01.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ found my fren in magazine ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's my primary school fren. And i saw her in Snag magazine!&lt;br /&gt;Was surprised when i saw her photo in Snag, so bought immediately to read abt it... She's one of the 9 contestants for clubbing babes, so the guys have to vote for their favourite (since Snag is a guys magazine.. i realise it only after i bought it! &lt;em&gt;*lolx*&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;And the thing is, she's one of the few who's not bad-looking! Most dun look pretty at all lor... maybe coz der were not many REAL babes hanging ard clubs on dat day, dats why they gotta make do with the normal looking ones... haa~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112740264139917610?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112740264139917610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112740264139917610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112740264139917610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112740264139917610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/found-my-fren-in-magazine.html' title='~ found my fren in magazine ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112731936253634053</id><published>2005-09-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:16:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ PS date ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went PS watched The Brothers Grimm and ate at Piazza after dat. We ate this currypuff-look-alike pizza (called Calzone) and tried Bloody Mary... and it turned out BLOODY disgusting lor. Who the hell will like vodka with tabasco, tomato and celery juice, pepper and salt??? Definitely not me!!! We practically have to force ourselves to swallow those red stuff... &lt;em&gt;*shutter at the thought*&lt;/em&gt; but atmosphere's good and food's not bad too, though kinda ex... can go der eat if u feel rich =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating for Piazza: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Brothers Grimm:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a kinda weird witch show... abit funny at some parts, but couldn't understand wad they're talking abt sometimes coz of their British accent (for me only la, my bf seems to have no prob). And some of the french guys inside are so gay! Had a good time laughing at them... haha&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and can u believe dat i got frightened by passing crows THREE times in a row??? Wad the hell lor... i really cannot make it sia &lt;em&gt;*bleahz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 6/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112731936253634053?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112731936253634053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112731936253634053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112731936253634053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112731936253634053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/ps-date.html' title='~ PS date ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112698820331495068</id><published>2005-09-18T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T04:16:43.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ arcade ~</title><content type='html'>I always tot playing games in arcade with yr bf is abit weird and not fun...&lt;br /&gt;but wrong!&lt;br /&gt;I had alot of fun with my monkey today.. think we spent 10+bucks... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.: i'll win u in the stacking-balls game (cant rmmbr the name =P) with my real power oneday! u watch!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.S.: And stop doing hand signs when u talk!! lolx...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112698820331495068?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112698820331495068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112698820331495068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112698820331495068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112698820331495068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/arcade.html' title='~ arcade ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112698609935153790</id><published>2005-09-18T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T04:00:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ my house stove ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/Image0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/200/Image0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/Image0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/200/Image0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/Image0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will u believe if i tell u both are the pic of the same stove?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my house stove. Horrible-looking rite??&lt;br /&gt;I had to bathe my hands in chemicals for almost 2hrs to get it this clean.&lt;br /&gt;And if u are wondering if it's always this hideous... yes, it is. My bf, carol, and even olive (dat is if she notice) can assure u how disgusting it is when u see it with yr own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;AND if u are wondering why nobody tries to keep it unsoiled, it's because the one who has to clean it ultimately is always.... me. tata~&lt;br /&gt;Guess they're really training me hard to be a gd housewife... it's a wonder why my hands haven rot by now.&lt;br /&gt;haa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112698609935153790?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112698609935153790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112698609935153790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112698609935153790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112698609935153790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-house-stove.html' title='~ my house stove ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112689067427533309</id><published>2005-09-17T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:11:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ elephants ~</title><content type='html'>Do u know elephants need almost 2years (22months to be exact) to get a baby?&lt;br /&gt;Do u know that female elephants will 'dance' around abit (think in pain due to contraction) before the babies are born??&lt;br /&gt;Do u know that baby elephants drop to the floor like a pile of shit when they are being born???&lt;br /&gt;Do u know yr heart will miss a beat when u see the baby drop onto the floor??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal planet is interesting sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112689067427533309?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112689067427533309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112689067427533309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112689067427533309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112689067427533309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/elephants.html' title='~ elephants ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112687667135119840</id><published>2005-09-16T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:17:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ naval piercing ~</title><content type='html'>Do u know piercing yr naval can actually change yr fate/luck??&lt;br /&gt;Mum showed me this article today abt how naval piercing can affect you, especially to people with special naval features (like deep, higher than normal etc). I'm kind of having second thoughts abt keeping the stud now, even though I'm still not sure if mine has special feature.&lt;br /&gt;Believe or not to believe? Hard to decide. Maybe I'll juz keep it first, and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112687667135119840?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112687667135119840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112687667135119840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112687667135119840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112687667135119840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/naval-piercing.html' title='~ naval piercing ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112687582521665681</id><published>2005-09-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:03:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ BSc retreat at pasir ris chalet ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/Image0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/Image0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was surprised...&lt;br /&gt;by how creative we (me, olive, hongda, ke ren, mahathir, alester) can get. Look at the doll! So kawaii (and scary too...)!! We made it during a game, and named it Little Red Blondie Hood. It's actually made of chocolate, and juz in case u cant see clearly, the doll has choc boobs too... &lt;em&gt;*lolx* &lt;/em&gt;i can see all the guys drooling now... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed...&lt;br /&gt;by how efficient the retreat was. If u conpared it to last year's, u would know wad i mean (ratio of efficiency= 1:50). We even gotta play 3 kinda interesting games... So all in all, i'm impressed with renee, our president =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amused...&lt;br /&gt;by the malay girls. They were like so much more enthu abt mahjong than us lor... stun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;coz many couldn't make it for clubbing on wed!! In the end, only left me, olive, kim and quek (initially got 10+ ppl lor!), so we simply cancelled it.. i was so looking forward u know! And it's been a long time since i club.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blur...&lt;br /&gt;again. Not surprising hur.. haa. Went town straight from chalet to get keys from my bf, and when i reached his house, i realised i forgot abt the keys. Ahh!! How blur can one get?? Especially when u met up with yr bf juz for the keys??? In the end he had to take a cab back home to give me keys halfway through his work. Oops. I guess it pays to have a blur gf =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 'scolded'...&lt;br /&gt;by his mum. She wrote a note on the fridge to tell us not to fry anything in the middle of the nite next time, coz it stinks the whole house. Shldn't have suggested frying sia... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cheated...&lt;br /&gt;by Ajisen Ramen. Their ramen definitely wasn't worth 10bucks! I mean, it was so-so only, nothing special abt it.. i would rather eat instant ramen lor, at least it taste nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was happy...&lt;br /&gt;to see my baby again!! Whee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112687582521665681?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112687582521665681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112687582521665681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112687582521665681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112687582521665681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/bsc-retreat-at-pasir-ris-chalet.html' title='~ BSc retreat at pasir ris chalet ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112645885030740545</id><published>2005-09-12T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:18:49.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Movie Review ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Maid:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot over-exaggerating, especially the last part. Who the hell will come running out of the house with a chopper in a sunny afternoon?? And the show isn't scary lor... coz most of the time i was hiding behind my hands! &lt;em&gt;*lolx*&lt;/em&gt; but i was still frightened by the sudden, loud music at times... me sux. And my bf had to keep telling me wad was happening when i was covering my eyes... poor thing hur =/&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinderalla Man:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot is good(it's a true story actually). It's about this good, famous boxer who became poor (was quite rich initially) during the depression and also fractured his hand. But he never gave up on trying to give his family a better life, and became a well-known boxer once again. The cast is good too (the children so cute!!!) and i actually teared a few times in the show. I was damn tensed during the boxing parts lor and isaac yee kept laughing at me (isaac: she watched like she was being punched herself... hahahaha) &lt;em&gt;*bleahz*&lt;/em&gt; Anyway I think it's worth the 10bucks i paid, and i would recommend it to people who go more for the plot than the effect.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112645885030740545?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112645885030740545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112645885030740545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112645885030740545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112645885030740545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/movie-review.html' title='~ Movie Review ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112616873249622175</id><published>2005-09-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:42:52.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ BSc club investiture day ~</title><content type='html'>Lesson 1:&lt;br /&gt;One should always have at least one black pants or/and skirt and one black shirt. You will never know when u need it... or else u will end up like me! =X&lt;br /&gt;but lucky Leeying was kind enough to lend me both *phew* thanx girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;br /&gt;Never tell evil people (like rozi) dat u wanna shit, coz they will start telling the whole world n people will start thinking u are crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3:&lt;br /&gt;Never wear white socks when u are wearing black pants and black shoes... coz u will definitely become the JOKE of the day! especially among the girls! Juz like quek and lixun... lolx&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know we're very bad, but sometimes, people juz gotta learn the hard way on wad to wear and wad not to wear =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4:&lt;br /&gt;Never eat a cury puff when u can feel yr voice running away... u will sure lose yr voice within an hr! Coz dats wad happen to olive... poor thing... muz take care liao ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5:&lt;br /&gt;Muz (it's a MUZ!) learn the correct way to open a number-turning-lock, if not u will end up trying for half an hr! Coz dat happened to me in school (actually i only try abt 10min...) &lt;em&gt;*bLeaHz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u think it's kinda loser not knowing how to open... guess wad? I tried opening again after dat, but i couldn't... &lt;em&gt;LOSER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 6:&lt;br /&gt;Never tuition yr brother (or anybody) if u have only slept for 5hrs for the past 2days... u will end up sleeping halfway!! (fyi, dat happened to me...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112616873249622175?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112616873249622175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112616873249622175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112616873249622175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112616873249622175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/bsc-club-investiture-day.html' title='~ BSc club investiture day ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112592926670675260</id><published>2005-09-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:12:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Cute hamsters!! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/K??W??ii!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/K%3F%3FW%3F%3Fii%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't u think they are super cute?? They are only half my finger's length lor! So kawaii!! *scream*&lt;br /&gt;Olive wanted to buy them for khad initially, but after paying, she decided to keep them for herself. lolx! Oops, i thinki'm not supposed to let khad know... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the auntie only left 2 of them, so i had to call my mum to get permission. 20years old le but still cant have it my way... *sigh* and this is what she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ma, can i buy hamsters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum: cannot! if u buy, i will throw them straight into the dustbin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: -_-''' orh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mum: *put down phone w/o any 'bye'*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now u know why i find it hard to talk to my mum most of the times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i sms my bf's mum to ask permission to keep them in her house (since i go his house quite often), but she said she doesn't like animals in her house... sigh, i want my own flat. And once i get one, i will buy a puppy, 2hamsters (i hate seeing them lonely) and a bowl with 2goldfishes. Yup!&lt;br /&gt;So i have decided. Not gonna get married before 25. Once i graduate, i will move out and rent a small flat with my friend. Then i will enjoy at least 2yrs of freedom (in some way) before settling down. Yes, set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112592926670675260?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112592926670675260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112592926670675260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112592926670675260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112592926670675260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/cute-hamsters.html' title='~ Cute hamsters!! ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112585180925853879</id><published>2005-09-05T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:36:49.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 1st picnic with my monkey ~</title><content type='html'>It was simply enjoyable for our picnic at botanic garden! Ok, i know it's abit weird to have picnic there since ppl normally will go for beaches... but it's always nice to have abit of peace and quiet once in awhile u know =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everything turned out quite good! The egg-bread he fried was yummy, the chicken n sausages from cold storage tasted superb (except for my potato salad.. it was so abhorrent that i end up throwing it away =X), the grass patch wasn't muddy, there were a bunch of kids and teachers playing (they were so kawaii!!), it was cool and breezy... except that it started raining an hour later. But still! I gotta enjoy one hour of peace and relaxation, and dat is enough *smileX*&lt;br /&gt;Thanx dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh CS sms me a funny lame chinese joke... I'll try translate k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SON: why issit shiok to make love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FATHER: it's juz like digging yr nose, of course shiok la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SON: den why girls will feel more shiok than guys?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FATHER: coz when u dig yr nose, it's yr nose dat feels shiok, not yr finger wad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SON: den why girls will be upset when they kanna raped?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FATHER: if one day, someone come dig yr nose for u while u were walking on the street, will u still feel shiok??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SON: den why cannot make love when girls' menstruation is here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FATHER: if yr nose is bleeding, will u still dig??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SON: den why guys dun like to use condom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FATHER: will u wear gloves to dig yr nose???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SON: *impressed* dad u are so clever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-''' ok i know it's kinda lame, but u cant expect more from CS from? lolx juz kidding! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112585180925853879?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112585180925853879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112585180925853879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112585180925853879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112585180925853879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/1st-picnic-with-my-monkey.html' title='~ 1st picnic with my monkey ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112576676272476605</id><published>2005-09-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:59:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ air tickets' cost ~</title><content type='html'>BSc club is organising an educational trip to Hong Kong, and I'm in-charge of the logistic stuff with a few others(me not the head la of course.. juz helper =P), so gotta try find the cheapest deal for air tickets. Then was telling lixun that i'll go travel agencies on monday to check out their deals, and this was wad he said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lixun: muz try to bargain with them. Be very teh (i think he meant fierce ba) with them. heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;me: haha... wah macham training to be auntie lor =/ k i'll go on mon&lt;br /&gt;lixun: try to get others to go with u. I scared they see u thought u bimbo, den con u&lt;br /&gt;me: -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really learning well from us youngsters... lolx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112576676272476605?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112576676272476605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112576676272476605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112576676272476605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112576676272476605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/air-tickets-cost.html' title='~ air tickets&apos; cost ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112560255307900062</id><published>2005-09-02T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T03:30:07.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Teachers' Day ~</title><content type='html'>Reached school damn early yesterday with a few girls to give ALL the lecturers a small surprise... We hung palm-sized notes of appreciation on the doors, put trays of goodies in all pantries (who will actually fix switches right at the end of the pantry?? Nearly freak me out when i have to go into a lightless one! =X) and tied a kinda big heart with balloons along the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;The lecturers were quite touched by us, as some emailed renee to thank us for our sweetness (according to olive la)... But i guess there'll surely be a minority who think we have nothing better to do, for i caught one china lecturer giving a sarcastic laugh when he saw the notes... We put in quite a bit of work into this and he just mock us like that?? So unappreciative!! *bleahz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i read olive's blog...&lt;br /&gt;--- first u go google, den type "olivia is" n of course use ur own name la... remember e " " k, its important... e result u get is very funny ---&lt;br /&gt;and tried it out. It's really kinda funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are what i get with "ling ling is":&lt;br /&gt;- In Ling-Ling's room, a triple-headed monster attacks and Ling-Ling is overjoyed (???)&lt;br /&gt;- one of the best bars in London (of course, it has my name wad... =P)&lt;br /&gt;- a little spazzed out, insecure and nervous after losing heroriginal home. “Ling Ling is fine with other dogs,” I told Donna (haa, i have become a female dog, a.k.a bitch)&lt;br /&gt;- an accomplished martial artist, and quite money-hungry (hmm i admit i want more money...)&lt;br /&gt;- best enjoyed as a snack (i always know i'm sweet... lolx *bhb*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can try it too if u are bored... =pPp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112560255307900062?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112560255307900062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112560255307900062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112560255307900062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112560255307900062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-day.html' title='~ Teachers&apos; Day ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112559970919615866</id><published>2005-09-02T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:35:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Control ~</title><content type='html'>How naive i am to believe that i'll receive alot more freedom once i reach 21 (coz that is when my parents will then start treating me like an adult). The fact is, i can never ever get any more freedom than i have now, as control comes from everybody and everywhere other than your own parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, your frenz (how many can ignore their frenz' comments about stuff they wanna buy?), your other half (who can actually ignore his/her discontentment and continue to do wadeva she/he want?), your job i.e. your boss (u always have to listen to them.. duh!!), the society (not many dare to go ahead and do wadeva they want due to social pressure)  etc. There's not a time when u can actually shake yourself lose of these controls, for we're all human beings who will constantly try to gain approval from people and also be responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm no different from these people. But at the same time, i loathe controls to the very core, and this can be particularly observed in the relationship between me and my mum. Quarrels have become part of our life, as we can never see eye to eye for even once... i detest it when she always believe she's right and insist i do it her way, while she cant stand it when I argue back.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just sometimes, i'll get envious of people who have no problem having heart to heart talk with their mums about everything under the sun. If only i can experience it.. even for once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i guess u can think of this as a y=x graph. The amount of control anyone or any matter gives me is directly proportional to the amount of displeasure i will have for that person or matter, which is also equaled to the distance between me and that person or matter (sorry ah, i'm a math student u see.. =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesnt mean control is not good though (if not the world will have become chaotic by now!!), I'm just saying that the idea of having to stand it for life is repellent to me. BUT as much as i detest it, i have to accept it as it's a form of responsibility for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* no wonder some people tend not to want commitment in relationships or jobs or stuff like that... i'm beginning to understand their feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so vexing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112559970919615866?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112559970919615866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112559970919615866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112559970919615866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112559970919615866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/09/control.html' title='~ Control ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112550016491420736</id><published>2005-08-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:56:04.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ me! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/ling%20trying%20to%20draw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/ling%20trying%20to%20draw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David tried drawing me... but i think she's like prettier than me lor... haa =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112550016491420736?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112550016491420736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112550016491420736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112550016491420736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112550016491420736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/me.html' title='~ me! ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112549652844159294</id><published>2005-08-31T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:34:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Once in a lifetime ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/bigger21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/bigger21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/bigger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/bigger1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/big%20boobs2!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/big%20boobs!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Big boobs! I got to have them for one min in BSc clubroom yesterday... and they weren't heavy at all!! *lolx* Olive was blowing balloons to test out teachers' day stuff when this weird idea of stuffing them into my jacket came. So i happily zipped up and posed for the camera. Imagine the commotion!! I felt like a clown all of a sudden actually... haa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just in case u think i'm weird to put red lines to emphasize the HUGENESS of them, it's because my bf couldn't figure out what's wrong with the photos!! So for the sake of people's who's as blind, i put them in... haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: i gotta have my wish come true ytrday! once in a lifetime! (attached along with photo)&lt;br /&gt;him: wat?... did u jus draw ur face?&lt;br /&gt;me: ... look at the pic closely!&lt;br /&gt;him: it looks like there's alot of drawing of black ink on ur face, wat did u all do?&lt;br /&gt;me: ??? ders nothing on my face!! aiyo... look at my BODY closely...&lt;br /&gt;him: ok, u put balloons in ur shirt&lt;br /&gt;me: -_-'''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, i shan't embarrassed him too much, if not he'll start pinching me again... =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112549652844159294?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112549652844159294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112549652844159294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112549652844159294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112549652844159294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/once-in-lifetime.html' title='~ Once in a lifetime ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112541922906219672</id><published>2005-08-31T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:29:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Sex drive ~</title><content type='html'>Do u know that cholesterol will sometimes convert itself into sex drive?? This was what i learned from my cem233 lecture (a history module about science... suX) yesterday. And this means, the higher the cholesterol, the more sex drive u will have. *lolx* CS was like looking at olive with envious when he heard that lor (it's ok dude, i'm sure u can make it up with... *wink*), and i guess mine is kinda low... sorry dear.. lolx! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Imagine the whole world hearing that... i'm sure people will start changing their mind about losing weight! haa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112541922906219672?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112541922906219672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112541922906219672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112541922906219672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112541922906219672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/sex-drive.html' title='~ Sex drive ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112532527723090257</id><published>2005-08-29T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:24:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~new bag~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/1600/nike%20bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4068/869/320/nike%20bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice??? I just bought this for 39bucks through pete! *smile widely* and if u are wondering if it's real nike, it is!! Cant remember why it's cheaper than outside (think something about it being non-packaged turnover items from overseas factories...), but it doesn't really matter as long as it's cheap and i like... right??! heh =pPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I hate history... how can nie give us a THICK stack of w/s on just ONE topic to read each time?? They're so damn cruel... bLeAhZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112532527723090257?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112532527723090257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112532527723090257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112532527723090257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112532527723090257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-bag.html' title='~new bag~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112516742336759521</id><published>2005-08-28T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:37:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ photo album ~</title><content type='html'>I have just linked my photo album to &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;... can take a look if u want to =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i didn't name alot of the photos... lazy la hur =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112516742336759521?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112516742336759521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112516742336759521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112516742336759521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112516742336759521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/photo-album.html' title='~ photo album ~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112516338339349236</id><published>2005-08-28T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:36:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ideas for my essay~</title><content type='html'>Title: Chemistry has done more good than harm. What do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without chemistry, there will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no hydrogen and oxygen, which means no water to make beer for hongda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no silicon, which means no bigger boobs for 'small' people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no metal, which means no braces for jasmine and kim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no couples (duh!!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no phones or even pagers, which means we will still be using pigeons to pass messages.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no hair gel, which means I will look like lions in school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no toothpaste, which means our teeth will have worms in them by now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no plastic surgery, which means michael jackson wouldn't end up having a dropping-anytime nose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no health products, which means my bf will still be fat now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no tv or computer, which means no anime!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no make-up stuff, which means i cant cover up my dark circles!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no gold and money, which means i cant be a rich tai tai!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chemistry is GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112516338339349236?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112516338339349236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112516338339349236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112516338339349236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112516338339349236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/ideas-for-my-essay.html' title='~ideas for my essay~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112515984504997446</id><published>2005-08-28T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:24:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~devilish tot~</title><content type='html'>Cant seem to start on my cem essay even though the title "Chemistry has done more good than harm. What do u think?" is kinda easy... think i've lost my gp skills &lt;em&gt;*bLeAhZ*&lt;/em&gt; I'm gonna psycho my bf to help me do a draft out... MUAHAHA! &lt;em&gt;*evilish grinX*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna buy Levi's jeans tomorrow. Dun care if it will make me broke. &lt;em&gt;*humph*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: oh no! infection at my naval pierce! =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112515984504997446?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112515984504997446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112515984504997446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112515984504997446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112515984504997446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/devilish-tot.html' title='~devilish tot~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112498686639117984</id><published>2005-08-26T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:25:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Stunning~</title><content type='html'>Have u heard of breast fortune teller? Yes, breast. They were talking about it when i was watching this taiwan entertainment show just now. According to the female fortune teller (u cant have a guy checking out women's breasts, can u??), breast can generally be categoried into 4types, and each type will predict a different future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE1: nipple is tilting 15degree downwards. This means that u have the tendency to become 3rd party (cant remember the rest).&lt;br /&gt;TYPE 2: nipple is tilting 45degree downwards. I cant really remember what it means, but it's actually the worst of the 4types.&lt;br /&gt;TYPE3: nipple is straight (no tilting). This means u will live quite comfortably next time.&lt;br /&gt;TYPE4: nipple is tilting 15degree upwards. This is the best out of the 4, as your children are predicted to be either good-looking or have bright future... or even both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is yours? haha~&lt;br /&gt;This is applicable to guys too (they have nipples too wad... duh!), but i dunno how they're going to decide which is their type since their nipples are so... tiny. Even I cant really judge my own! Ok fine, maybe mine is not big enough to be judged properly... haa =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CS started teaching me the correct table tennis technique after olive left with the other 4malay girls (lazy to name them out.. heh). He nearly puked blood because of me... haha~&lt;br /&gt;he and quek were stunned initially when i picked up the technique within 15minutes (and played it well too! *grinX*), but after playing with quek (who, by the way, is a lousy coach!!!), i reverted back to my horrendous movements... lolx&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112498686639117984?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112498686639117984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112498686639117984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112498686639117984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112498686639117984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/stunning.html' title='~Stunning~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112491099789535460</id><published>2005-08-25T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:26:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Wonders~</title><content type='html'>I wonder......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder how i can be so blur and yet survive with not much damage up till now&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why God decides to give me boobs one day and deflats them soon after&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I am always broke&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I always get told off for something not even my fault, or when I'm obviously right&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how i pass all my exams when my memory can only store information for a few days&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it is like to have BOTH assets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if i'm oversensitive sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when my hands can match my age&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how i can get freedom and less nagging&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my son will be short or if my daughter will be flat&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when i can stop stammering during presentation&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what people think of me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it feels like to look down at quek when i'm tall&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when my parents will stop treating me like a 15year old girl&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people stop others from smoking when they themselves smoke like hell&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i can ever be a real bimbo&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if a magnet can stick to kim's braces&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why i cant stop laughing at olive's video&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how lixun can become so funny suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why siyi don't feel unbalanced when walking&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I can stop shaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wonder......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112491099789535460?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112491099789535460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112491099789535460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112491099789535460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112491099789535460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/wonders.html' title='~Wonders~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112490821952850328</id><published>2005-08-25T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:26:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~itchy hands~</title><content type='html'>Can u imagine the stunned face of your tutor when he sees yr IC on the tutorial question papers?? And as u can guess, that 'maid' face (according to stupid jasmine) in the IC is me... ME!! All thanx to CS and quek, my frenz can actually get to see me everyday now... and wonder which is more scary, marking papers or seeing me while he marks? haa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid quek changed the names in my hp today.......&lt;br /&gt;Olivia - onebigball&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly - metalteeth&lt;br /&gt;Chee Siong - counter strike&lt;br /&gt;Siyi - dead fish&lt;br /&gt;Himself - muz pick up/smile away a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make sure he gets his retribution soon... muahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112490821952850328?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112490821952850328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112490821952850328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112490821952850328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112490821952850328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/itchy-hands.html' title='~itchy hands~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112490710872729600</id><published>2005-08-25T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:27:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Old friendster entry~</title><content type='html'>My blog looks empty, so decide to copy my friendster's one and only entry here. Might sound weird (coz it's for friendster mah... duh!), but wad the heck la hur =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ok, frankly speaking, i started this blog for the photo albums... lolx i mean, i used to, or should i say, still have a blog but had not updated it since a year ago (lazy by nature, cant help =P). Mayb this might even be my last time posting an entry, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was searching my memory for interesting incidents in my life to post here (too bored from mugging whole day u see *yawn*) when i remembered this Red Eye incident of mine, which happened... 6months ago? Wadeva. So the story goes like this....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oli**a: Ling! yr eye got blood clot! Saw something u shouldn't see issit???&lt;br /&gt;-- and started giving me a pervertic face --&lt;br /&gt;Si*i: Muz be peeping at guys again! Tell u how many times liao, stop being so pervertic liao...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Siao! Have been like that for 4days le...&lt;br /&gt;Si*i: hmm... den muz be boobs too big den use too much energy to carry them until blood in your eye burst! Muz be!&lt;br /&gt;(for yr info, my boobs is not big at all... those who know me will know)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *roll eyes* nxt time if u get red eye too we confirm know why.. muz be from using too much energy to stop yr big butt from dropping into the toilet bowl!&lt;br /&gt;-- me and oli**a burst out--&lt;br /&gt;Oli**a: wah, i think u should go see doctor u know..&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya, going polyclinic later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clinic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm doctor, dunno why my eye has been this bloody since 4 days ago...&lt;br /&gt;-- doc pretended to observe my eye (he had to hide the fact that doctors are sometimes juz walking medicine books) and scribbled on the medical card --&lt;br /&gt;Doc: ok, i think it's nothing serious. I will give u eye-drops to use but if still not ok, come see me again (and flood my eye with more eye-drops?? Siao!).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err doctor, can i know why the blood clot doesn't seem to go off?&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Oh, it can be due to alot of reasons, like using too much force to shit, sneezing too hard...(cant remember the rest)... and violent sex.&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh??!!! Err ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whuahaha! I can understand the shit reason coz some might probably have shit as big as the head, but violent sex?? u think bumper car ah??? Hmm, who knows, maybe he meant SM... Didn't know i have a SM face! lolx... Anyway, whenever u see anyone with red eye now, rmmbr to say "eh, yesterday sex too violent ah?"&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112490710872729600?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112490710872729600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112490710872729600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112490710872729600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112490710872729600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/old-friendster-entry.html' title='~Old friendster entry~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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-15753726.post-112490584271309887</id><published>2005-08-25T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:27:27.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~My inspiration~</title><content type='html'>Didn't want to blog anymore ever since i ended my previous one(too lazy to keep it a habit), but my friend David just inspired me to start one again... with his book of wonders! lolx! Since young he has actually written most of his wonders in a book (so that, according to him, he can share with his future spouse... haha!), something like the Book of 7 Wonders.&lt;br /&gt;For eg.&lt;br /&gt;when i was 6 i wonder if i can be a rich man to buy a house for all my family to stay in...&lt;br /&gt;then when i was 13 i met this ger and wonder if i shud make her my gf...&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it feels holding a gers hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oops* i think i'm not supposed to expose his wonders.. but he's such a nice guy, don't think he'll scold me.. right? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15753726-112490584271309887?l=blurriez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/feeds/112490584271309887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15753726&amp;postID=112490584271309887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112490584271309887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15753726/posts/default/112490584271309887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurriez.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-inspiration.html' title='~My inspiration~'/><author><name>blurriezZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452451907577811455</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>
