<?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-34522402</id><updated>2011-10-07T23:14:45.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>filth in the beauty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-8200177601228414581</id><published>2009-05-19T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:35:33.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Updates halted due to exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I found this in Asy's blog and almost pissed in my shorts laughing too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Minahspeak is not limited to verbal communication. We Minahs love to text, and sure we've developed a distinct text language, sometimes you find hard to comprehend. Different Minahs have different styles, but generally, after a couple of messages, we'll adapt to each other's form of texting and we are able to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;But for the forever lost, here are 5 basic guidelines for Minah style texting, just to help you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Spell everything differently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Substitute i with y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;eg. like = lyk, nite = nyte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Substitute y with e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;eg. Hapi Bdae. Todae. Who sae I minah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Be creative with shortforms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't bother with 'takper' or even, 'takpe'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Go with 'xpe'. x = tak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;You know, like when you don't want something you cross it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Use the number '0', in place of the letter 'o'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;eg. El0. K0l i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh and if your prepaid is low, tell your friend, 'pp8 l0w'. (application of rule 2 and 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Reply to all messages, a 'K' will suffice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if that's gonna cost you 5 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni semua manners beb! Duit mana mana leh cari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Leave out alphabets and punctuations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Gi mane?' can be effectively shortened to 'G ane'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you need to ask who your friend is with, forget 'Kau ngan sape?', just go 'Ko n sape' (remember, no punctuation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;eg. ko n sape nak g ane k ku tgh siap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry, your friend will understand that euu are trying to ask her who she's with, where euu guys are headed and that euu are getting ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;IT'S SO TRUE HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-8200177601228414581?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/8200177601228414581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=8200177601228414581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8200177601228414581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8200177601228414581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-halted-due-to-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2533720866966735358</id><published>2009-05-08T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:31:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE PULAU UBIN TRIP WAS A GREAT SUCCESS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love, love, love every bit of it even with the setbacks and all. Thank you to everyone for making it awesome! Let me see if I can remember the participants: Jo, Ger, Nurul, Kat, James, Jing, Venus, Esther, Fizah and bf, Jannah and bf, Bobby and Teresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was already sweating even before we reached Ubin. The ride on the bumboat surprisingly didn't make me feel queasyand I enjoyed the wind blowing through my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blah blah blah fast forward to the cycling part. Okay, initially we want to go to the Chek Jawa Wetlands and so we followed this route supposedly leading towards it. Instead of the Wetlands, we were met with mud and a dead end due to construction going on. Great. We were so pissed because Jing already fell into the mud and everyone was dirty in some places because of some people's genius leading. =_= Thanks a lot, whoever it was. But luckily, luckily! Fizah's bf (sorry I still don't know his name!) was the hero of the day and helped everyone through the mud and shit like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went alllll the way back to the start. Bought drinks and then it was decided that we try another route. It was tiring too but unlike the previous route, it wasn't so mud-filled. The downhill slopes were damn fun to cycle down though. Nothing beats the feel of the wind rushing through your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone was so "surprised" at how fast I was. -_- I didn't even know how that happened either; I just cycled forward and everyone happened to be at the back? Don't know lah. But all I know is that I had fun in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After Ubin, we decided to go eat dinner and from then on, we went on our separate ways. In the end, only five of us (Jing, Kat, Fizah and bf and me) headed to Hei Sushi for the buffet. The sushi wasn't anything amazing (I wish it had been colder but oh well) but I filled myself up as much as I could in the span of 90 mintues. The tempura salmon deserves an honorary mention due to its deliciousness. The bill went up to about $85 though and after dinner, it was home sweet home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, enough talking. The pics will help do the rest of the talking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/33tt444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pre-Ubin. I was so damn fucking tired. Work last night + five hours of sleep = grumpy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/16hpuo6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pre-breakfast. Jo wanted to take a pic and I posed half-heartedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Mee Rebus wasn't anything great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/s6ukco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Post-breakfast. Group pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/ix5y80.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the bumboat. The wind was simply awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/8zfsiq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posing like tourists in front of the Ubin sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/29534v9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/hwe2bd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rest hut. Nurul injured her arm here. I have no idea why they thought it was a good idea to suddenly take a pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2jd5nrk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the way back to mainland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2l9s4g8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Part of the reason why, besides the sun, I decided to keep my shades on during the whole trip - I know I'd look so tired at the end of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2533720866966735358?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2533720866966735358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2533720866966735358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2533720866966735358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2533720866966735358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/05/pulau-ubin-trip-was-great-success-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/33tt444_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-1516962253859542517</id><published>2009-05-03T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:51:09.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ohhhhhh my god, I'm so, so, so, very the sorry for abandoning this blog for a long time. Please don't kill me! I've been busy with school + work + projects + socialization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THIS ENTRY MIGHT GET LONG; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's start by... hmmm. Okay. First things first, SCHOOL'S OUT! Halle-fucking-lujah! No more boring Kpo, Shalu or Shareef. But I guess it goes without saying that I will miss Dr Fong's lessons. ): God, the best module like ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Speaking of which, we watched Sex and the City for PI the other day. I was quite surprised at how deep it was; it always appeared like such a shallow bimbotic movie. Little did I know and boy was I proven wrong. The characters really are interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm. What else, what else. Oh! Two class outings next week! Unfortunately though I can't make it for the zoo one unless I get a replacement for work. I'm gonna try and psycho my brother. I love our class too much lol. Definitely going for the Ubin outing, of course! I love cycling and cycling at a mostly vehicle-less island would be amazing. I can't wait for our chalet either. Gonna be a total blast. ♥ I love you all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went to the pasar malam with my brother just now. God, I miss it so much. We channeled our respective five-year-old selfs and played with the bumper cars. Too bad the car couldn't reverse but it was fun overall. Also bought the Ramly burgers, the chicken kebab, chocolate coated marshmellows, drinks and apom balik. A very well-spent night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll probably update this when something amazing happens, likely after the Ubin trip in which I hope we have pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ciao, mon cheri~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-1516962253859542517?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/1516962253859542517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=1516962253859542517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1516962253859542517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1516962253859542517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohhhhhh-my-god-im-so-so-so-very-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4730939582874425493</id><published>2009-04-06T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:34:49.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was definitely one of the best days of my life. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I went to school with no expectations whatsoever. I mean, come on, it's AMP aka the least interesting subject eveeeeeeeer. But after school activities made up for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A group outing was decided, impromptu of course! But it was the AMP group, which was me, Nurul, Amala, Hema and Gerard. And oh god, you know how you can suddenly find yourself having fun with the people you don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THAT HAPPENED TO ME! Omg. I was so pleasantly surprised. We went to eat at Pastamania (my suggestion because I had a craving. Fuck you, PMS. -_-) and then we chatted about everything and anything. No holds barred. It was soooooo awesome, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then we walked around PS. Went to Made with Love (good store btw! Good for gift supplies and all) and Spotlight for AMP stuff. After that, Gerard and Amala went home so me, Nurul and Hema walked alllllll the way to Centrepoint. And omg, I love these two girls, I really do. We hit off so well that I was really shocked. Like really, really shocked. Thank you god for making my life easier. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, my legs are aching and I'm too distracted by that to say anything else so I'll end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... Oh wait! A conversation highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gerard: ... I'm a bus guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hema: You're a bus driver?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darling Hema has a hearing problem. ;D There were more but I forgot them. This one was glued to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I was so psyched for the class chalet but upon hearing some unpleasant things about some people made me think twice about it. Why are people so quick to judge others? Meet people with no expectations, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4730939582874425493?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4730939582874425493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4730939582874425493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4730939582874425493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4730939582874425493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-definitely-one-of-best-days.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2507431030054469911</id><published>2009-03-31T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:45:20.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am soooooo exhausted. But surprisingly happy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today's ABP lesson wasn't so boring. Nurul kept it funny because the stupid girl didn't sleep last night. :] And kept giggling at every. Single. Thing. I swear to god. Luckily Mr Shareef is easygoing or we (Jeet, Nurul and I) would've been scolded to hell and back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thursday's the (un?)official AMP projecting meeting. Thankfully I'm done with PI project and only have three left. If I get my PSSR done this Thursday, then two more to go! :D I'm ecstatic because school term would be almost over and chalet's coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm so psyched for that lol. I bought a summer-ish dress earlier today. It's daaaaaamn pretty lah. :D It's blue and reminds me of the seeeeeeeea~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, enough rambling. I'm gonna surf around a bit (my feet are aching!) and then go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2507431030054469911?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2507431030054469911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2507431030054469911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2507431030054469911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2507431030054469911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-soooooo-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-1409484857138695424</id><published>2009-03-29T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:30:33.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;YES! MY REQUEST FOR TRANSFER HAS BEEN APPROVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;YES YES YESSSSSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HALLELUJAH THANK YOU GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-1409484857138695424?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/1409484857138695424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=1409484857138695424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1409484857138695424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1409484857138695424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-my-request-for-transfer-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7375272292588949418</id><published>2009-03-27T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:43:51.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My mother is very fascinated with Dr Fong. It's so humorous seeing her like that though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I told her all about him. She is very much taken by the fact that he doesn't put on airs and is very down-to-earth (assumptions, of course, because I told her that he takes the mrt and doesn't drive a car. He doesn't, right?). And she's jealous that I get to be taught by a very good lecturer, ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't have much to update today. Except maybe that I'm really looking forward to the class chalet. Hello, nightwalks anyone? I love nighttime! :D Being outside in the wee hours of the morning has really conditioned me. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, that's it for to... day? I have to watch Silence of the Lambs annnnd tomorrow will be quite a busy day. Doing PI project with Bobby, Sara and Farah and then going out with Fad after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ciao, mon cheri! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7375272292588949418?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7375272292588949418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7375272292588949418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7375272292588949418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7375272292588949418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mother-is-very-fascinated-with-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2405597429597705510</id><published>2009-03-26T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:35:57.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today's PI lesson was very draining. Absolutely so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But did I have fun? Of course, I did! Dr Fong's lesson is always fun and engaging and makes me feel like I'm truly learning Psychology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We reviewed the three movies we were supposed to watch. Which were Notes on a Scandal, Silence of the Lambs and Goodwill Hunting. I didn't watch the last two so I joined the Scandal (lol Dr Fong) group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The four of us psychoanalyzed the "old bitch", Barbara Somethingoranother. At first, it felt like a drag having to analyze her because, well, she seemed boring. But then, when we went up to present and talked to the class, with Dr Fong's guidance, she was actually the easiest and most interesting character to talk about. In the end, we scored high marks and Dr Fong was so full of praise! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In truth, the whole story is quite fucked up. We have: Barbara, who is a really old lesbian with dominant issues and possessiveness that'd make a man turn green with envy. Sheba, who is a young mom and married her lecturer at the age of twenty. Andrew, who is a fifteen year old kid who fucked Sheba because he couldn't wait to grow up. What an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyone who comes across this blog and reads this, please rent this movie and watch it. Your own problems will become insignificant and miniscule compared to this fuck up! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, I don't know what else to talk about. My brains hurt from the heavy material of today. But I treated my brother and I to sushi and ramen after school so~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ciao then. Till tomorrow. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2405597429597705510?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2405597429597705510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2405597429597705510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2405597429597705510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2405597429597705510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-pi-lesson-was-very-draining.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-9149306814320878132</id><published>2009-03-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:08:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That is, when I stop procrastinating. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-9149306814320878132?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/9149306814320878132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=9149306814320878132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9149306814320878132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9149306814320878132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-start-over.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-3735926528902815825</id><published>2008-12-05T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:15:55.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;WAHHHH I'M SO BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like going out. ): I'm gonna be stuck at home tonight + the whole of tomorrow. Everyone I wanna ask out is either broke or working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AHHHH I HATE BEING BORED WITH NOTHING TO DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-3735926528902815825?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/3735926528902815825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=3735926528902815825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3735926528902815825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3735926528902815825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/12/wahhhh-im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-9023827637513726806</id><published>2008-12-05T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:17:06.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagged by Ashy-washy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Nur Fatima Bt Jumali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In 8 years time, how old will you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- 28. Goddamnit, I'd better not be single still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would you call yourself smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- HA! I coughed up enough points to get myself into a decent course in a decent poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Honestly, how do you feel now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Irritated. My pasta's tasteless. Damn hospital food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would you like to have kids one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Still deciding. While the sight of kids makes me squeal like a happy fangirl, I don't know if I'm fit to be a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What colour is your top now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I'm actually topless. HAHAHA KIDDING LAH. Red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Rain - Don't Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mind sharing some lyrics from it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Watch it! chingudeuli naege gyeonggohaetji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;manil geunyeol han beonirado bondamyeon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dashin he eona-ol soo eobseul georago joshimharago joshimharago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waenji geunyeol mannan soongeonbooteo naneun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;machi bbalryeodeuleo ganeun geot gata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dashi doragaryeogo aereul sseobwado ijen neujeosseoimi neujeosseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nah, amik kau. No, it's not Tamil. It's romanized Korean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you ever skip school for the sake of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- No lah. Usually it's because I'm too tired to pull myself off my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you care what people think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Fuck them, man. Their preaching won't make me change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- RAIN OH MY FUCKING GOD. &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you find it easy to talk about sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- When I'm feeling childish, I can talk about it with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you interested in clubbing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Sort of. :D Just have to be careful there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you hate people smoking around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you prefer calling or texting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Neither. IMing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you took a swig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you tried licking your elbow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Yes. Many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When was the last time you cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Addicted to anything at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Food. I can't stop eating, goddamn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What was the last song you sang aloud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Rain - Don't Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you like to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Well, if you're talking about real dancing, I suck at it, frankly. But if you want club dancing, hell yeah, bring it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you pretend your a rockstar when your alone and sing in your hairbrush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- No. I'm not crazy like Asyraf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would you ever enter Aussie idol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Don't think I'll even qualify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Hell's Highway: KM 31.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever did something stupid your mind asked you not to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Y...es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What were you doing at 2am this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Outside doing god-knows-what. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who is the last person you talked to on msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Uh, I forgot. Fad, I think? I MISS AMALINA OKAY ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you have multiple piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I have none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would you ever get your belly peirced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What song has the sweetest lyrics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Rain - Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you drink milk straight out of the carton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I'm not disgusting like Asyraf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you donk the wonk and clonk and clonk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Uh, you're crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;LOVE LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you taken or flying solo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Solo. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you love someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I have millions of crushes. Does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you miss that special someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- No. My brains are not big enough to miss everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would you like to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Would you ever get back with your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Sure but just to fuck him up the way he fucked with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you believe in distant relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I think you mean long distance and no, not really. But some people do get lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you saw your gf/bf with someone else, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Feel annoyed because he said he was staying at home that day but will ask him about it just to make sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you prefer a rebel or a goody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Goody. It's easier to corrupt a goody than to reform a rebel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have you ever talked about marriage with the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Does my brother count? Well he's a guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If someone currently liked you, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Of course. I don't eat people. Well, not until next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. The person who tagged you is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Asyraf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Friend. Workmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. Your 5 impression of him/her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Hilarious - my stomach really hurt on Tuesday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Cute - should've taken a pic of him with the hairband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Tall - well he is! Big and tall macam gergasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Random - he cracks the weirdest jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Nice - uh, I don't have a reason for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The, uh, video. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- The jokes on Tuesday night! My cheeks really hurt seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Go crazy because of all his jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Not to make me laugh so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Ignore him lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. If he/she dies, you will ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Miss the jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10. What is it you want to tell he/she now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- HEY PANTAT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of he/she ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Comedian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Intimidated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;13.The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Ability to intimidate others easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;14.ON the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Crticising others easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;15.The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Someone who will inspire others to be strong and stand up for themselves. Weak people suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;16.For people that care and likes you,say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I love you all! Even if I don't say it much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-9023827637513726806?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/9023827637513726806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=9023827637513726806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9023827637513726806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9023827637513726806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged-by-ashy-washy.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-8924131418506401471</id><published>2008-12-03T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:11:01.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's ridiculous how fast time flies when you're so busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nine months ago, I had just started work at CTP's Swensen's. Juggled school and work for the very first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And then now I'm still schooling and working and making friends all at the same time. It's already the second semester and term break is coming next week. Even though it's only for 15 days, it's still something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm, what shall I do on the eve of New Year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-8924131418506401471?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/8924131418506401471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=8924131418506401471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8924131418506401471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8924131418506401471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-ridiculous-how-fast-time-flies-when.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-3397983820486375148</id><published>2008-12-02T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:39:59.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's sad when you only act upon problems when an outsider points it out to you. No, screams at you. Yet you ignore the things your own fucking child says to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Says a lot, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, now I can't wait to fucking move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-3397983820486375148?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/3397983820486375148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=3397983820486375148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3397983820486375148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3397983820486375148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-sad-when-you-only-act-upon-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2281807337109397998</id><published>2008-11-29T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:13:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tonight was one of the best days of my entire life. Thank you. (: I've learned something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Date with Mas tomorrow! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2281807337109397998?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2281807337109397998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2281807337109397998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2281807337109397998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2281807337109397998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight-was-one-of-best-days-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4170151255046367848</id><published>2008-11-27T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:53:21.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sorry for not updating for sometime. Been busy + the blogging bug hasn't come to bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So many things have been on my mind these past few days. Such as my mom planning to move my brothers and I to my nenek's. Reason being that my grandfather's been "sick" and she needs to be there to send him to the hospital and stuff. It's not confirmed confirmed yet though. Still in the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm torn. On one hand, I'd love to be near my grandparents. On the other, I've grown to love Sengkang. Memories and all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pros of moving: be near my mom's side of the family. My grandparents are in Jurong East, my uncle in Jurong West and my aunt in Holland. Mom doesn't need to drive from one side of SG to the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cons of moving: I've grown attached to Sengkang. West side has more mats and minahs than I can count with my fingers and toes ten times over. So many goddamn banglas at Jurong Point during weekends. On the flipside, none in Compass Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's not talk about the pros and cons when it comes to work and school because both are easily accessible from both points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's weird. If you'd told me ten years ago that you wanted to stay with my grandparents, I would've jumped for joy. Being pulled away from Bedok and staying in Jurong doesn't seem so bad to my 9-year-old self. But I've made so many memories here... it's amusing to think that I used to detest this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aiyoh, I'm starting to sound old and zen. Later I'll start doing yoga and meditate ten times a day. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4170151255046367848?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4170151255046367848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4170151255046367848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4170151255046367848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4170151255046367848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-for-not-updating-for-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7515360218254594913</id><published>2008-11-22T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:15:21.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really, really, really hate how society has such ridiculous double standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So there was an article posted on STOMP about this Youtube user who posted videos of local girls in public. Not naked, of course, but apparently they were pretty girls and the user was enamoured by them and decided to take videos. The girls were doing harmless things like walking past him and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But what made me mad was the comments that were posted. Some, if not all, blamed us girls for being attention seekers. Apparently, if we dressed sexily, we deserved to get molested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Logical or not, I ask you? These are the kind of men we have in Singapore? NO WONDER GIRLS DON'T LIKE LOCAL MEN LAH KNN. It's impossible to point the finger at the man and call him a pervert. No, the girls are always at fault because we're such sluts, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey morons, do some research, okay? Most rape cases happen not because the girl was scantily clad but when she is vulnerable. E.g. walking down some dark path, walking home alone, drunk (date rapes come to mind, yes?). Local blogger Xiaxue once had this analogy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If Mother Teresa pokes a sleeping lion in the eye, she is asking to be bitten but she doesn't deserve to be bitten to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Similarly, if a girl dresses sexily, she is asking to be stared at but she doesn't deserved to be taken advantage of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Stupid fucking useless men. No wonder some women choose to turn lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7515360218254594913?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7515360218254594913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7515360218254594913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7515360218254594913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7515360218254594913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-really-really-hate-how-society.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4512406029975714620</id><published>2008-11-19T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:07:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really wanted to enjoy work today. I really did. Well, I did enjoy work but until the end, my mood dropped. Maybe it's my PMS but little things set me off easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so let's talk about the bad things that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) Customers coming in at almost 10 when we're trying to close the outlet. Since once person is doing alfresco, only two people are left to close inside. Would be okay if one of the two wasn't the cashier and had to not only try to attempt to close behind counter but also sweep and mop the stations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2) Having to sweep and mop the ENTIRE outlet by yourself. Sure, it's been done before but when the other person merely top up chili and tomato sauce, soda-ed the tables and throw the rubbish? You'd start to feel really annoyed too. You're "slow"? Pardon me for saying this but the fountain girl is literally retarded. She can't speak or hear very well. But I didn't even have to tell her more than once to help me close behind counter while I swept and mopped outside. Yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, the perfectly able person, have to be told to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is chivalry dead? Or are you the old-fashioned type who believes that women have to do household-related stuff? Oh well, it doesn't matter. Fuck you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Note: I'm not mentioning names not because I don't dare to but I'd prefer the person who ate the chili to feel the spiciness themselves (Malay saying).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, on to the good things. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) I made a new friend! Well, he's actually the friend of a friend but, omigosh, he's cute AND his English is quite impressive. Considering that he's MIC + only been in Singapore for one year. How I wish Gy could speak English this well. ): And too bad the guy's taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2) Had food to eat after work! As usual, it was seafood pasta (told you I'm a spicy food freak) + mushroom soup + cheese stix. Yummy! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3) I really, really, really, really, really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the new Visa/Mastercard terminal even though it died on me once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, that's about it. I'm going to shower and surf around a bit later and then sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Goodnight! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4512406029975714620?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4512406029975714620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4512406029975714620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4512406029975714620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4512406029975714620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-wanted-to-enjoy-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7721414531147346534</id><published>2008-11-18T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:20:08.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;YES YES PLEASE RAIN ON ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[/losing sanity]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7721414531147346534?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7721414531147346534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7721414531147346534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7721414531147346534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7721414531147346534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-god-yes-yes-please-rain-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2540926789315496770</id><published>2008-11-18T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:12:36.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tagged by [Sya]Mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;who will get a beating from me tomorrow for making me do this&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The rules &amp;amp; regulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little know facts as well as state this rule clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list their names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) No tag back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe I'm doing this. Can I even find 10 things about myself to talk about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) I like observing people. Sometimes when I'm with a group of friends and we're sitting down somewhere to eat or whatever and their topic of discussion bores the shit out of me, I'll rest my chin on closed fists and watch everyone else. It's fun. You learn lots of things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) I love spicy food. Okay, this is neither weird nor unknown but what you don't know is that I really, really love it. Unless- well, there is no unless. The very first thing that I look for in a restaurant menu is the spicy food selection. No joking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) I love high heels - I own several pair - but I cannot be bothered to wear them to school/outings unless for special occasions. ): I can't decide whether it's due to laziness or pain-ness. Maybe both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) I have a fondness for tall skinny guys. No, please don't terase. I don't like all of them; just a selected few. Like Gy for example. And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) I wish I was born with red hair. Which explains why I've just dyed my hair bright auburn. And previously had medium auburn hair with red highlights. I'm gonna streak my hair red sometime soon. And dye my hair blonde in a few months' time. No, I don't care if my hair spoils like crazy. I'll shave it off or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6) Pepsi &gt; Coke. Suck on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7) I do care about others. 0.1% of the time and only if it somehow affects me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8) I'm a Scorpio. Look it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9) I actually wear makeup. Yes, I do. My scars would look 10000000000x horrible if I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10) There is no #10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are the weakest link.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't find ten people. Yay for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amalina, let's go to the airport for shits and giggles one day! ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2540926789315496770?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2540926789315496770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2540926789315496770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2540926789315496770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2540926789315496770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-syamim-who-will-get-beating.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6053784063336990963</id><published>2008-11-16T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:05:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Friendster is pissing me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The past few days, it was down because of some maintenance shit. Okay, I get that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then I logged on just now and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HOLY SHIT WHERE THE FUCK DID MY FRIENDS GO? I had 300++ friends... REDUCED TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;40&lt;/span&gt;. And if the 40 consisted of people I actually talk to nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SAERAH WASN'T EVEN ADDED. NEITHER WAS FAD. WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I'm sick and tired of sketchy unknown idiots adding me on MySpace. Not from the same country? Don't have a pic of yourself? GET THE FUCK OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6053784063336990963?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6053784063336990963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6053784063336990963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6053784063336990963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6053784063336990963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendster-is-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5486773026637142724</id><published>2008-11-14T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:01:11.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My knee's hurting really badly. I can't even straighten my left leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I should learn to know my limits. How am I going to work today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5486773026637142724?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5486773026637142724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5486773026637142724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5486773026637142724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5486773026637142724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-knees-hurting-really-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-489248665282768982</id><published>2008-11-14T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:23:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I found a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=41849"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; online about ACJC girl being bullied by her peers. I use the term bully not sabo because there are very BIG differences between the two when you want to describe something that was done "out of fun at the expense of others".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For example, it is your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabo - your friends ambush you by throwing flour, eggs and water at you. You manage to throw some back at them. Everyone laughs and has fun in general. No trauma happens (unless your crush happens to be around or something and sees you covered in flour, eggs and water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bully - your friends do the above except they carry you to the pull up bars, tie your wrists to the bars and render you completely helpless. They proceed to throw whatever they like at you. You can't retaliate. Everyone laughs and has fun except you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What makes me really mad is that that they actually wanted to tape the poor girl's mouth. So it's not enough that you render her helpless, you still want to make sure she shuts up and let you all torture her? WOW SO FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can laugh some more you know! Throw cake and stuff cream down her shirt still can laugh. PULL DOWN HER SHORTS ALSO CAN LAUGH. WHAT DOES HER SHORTS HAVE TO DO WITH THE BIRTHDAY SABO-RATION HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is funny? THIS IS FUCKING FUNNY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE DARES TO DO THIS TO ME, YOU. WILL. DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-489248665282768982?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/489248665282768982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=489248665282768982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/489248665282768982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/489248665282768982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-found-video-online-about-acjc-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6680715457109943112</id><published>2008-11-13T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:11:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Since my blog has attracted quite a number of readers, I thought I would put up a little disclaimer about myself. I don't want people to get the wrong or inaccurate info about me; sometimes hearing about someone from others isn't always a good thing. So I'm gonna set the record straight, basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not a nice girl&lt;/span&gt; - I hate girls who act so high and mighty and proclaim that they are because, really, unless you're some magnificent Godsent saint, you're still a girl and girls can be the bitchiest and most hypocritical creatures around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A bitch&lt;/span&gt; - This is not said with pride but with resignation. I'm not going to pretend not to be one. I have the meanest glare, the meanest temper and the meanest personality. I don't smile and be nicey-nicey to you if I hate you. I'll glare and make sure we're 10 feet apart at all times. If you make me mad, I'll scowl and ignore you for the rest of our time spent in the same room. If something about you currently displeases me, I have no qualms voicing it out and making sure you hear it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vulgar&lt;/span&gt; - For some weird reason, even in the 21st century, there amazingly are people who still cringe at terms like "fuck". If you're one of such people, either click the Back button or the cute X icon on the top right of your screen. I drop the F-bomb all the time and my fucking entry will fucking contain the word "fuck" if I'm fucking angry. Capiche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not a pushover&lt;/span&gt; - Let's get serious. Who here doesn't like someone you can climb on top and trample on when you need something? Too bad I'm not someone you can do that to. I can do favours for you but, like a loanshark, I'd like to be repaid ASAP. Unless you're someone I consider an extremely good friend, think twice about asking me to do something for you. There's a price to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Scorpio&lt;/span&gt; - For anything else that you wanna know about me but I can't be bothered to list down, look up my horoscope. Don't come and find me if what you read made your skin crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite honestly, I'm not the easiest person to get along with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6680715457109943112?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6680715457109943112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6680715457109943112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6680715457109943112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6680715457109943112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-my-blog-has-attracted-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-766089143764395883</id><published>2008-11-12T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:05:43.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today was pretty fruitful. (: No school today so I could sleep in, yaaaaaaaay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then woke up around 1plus to meet up with my brothers and cousin. Caught a movie at Vivocity and ate at Banquet. Walked around for quite sometime where I went shopping. Leaving me broke isn't that bad an idea, actually. I can't seem to save, it seems. List of items I bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haivanas slippers @ $39.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philips headphones @ $29.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Microsoft mouse @ $19.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baleno t-shirt @ $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so 3/4 of the items were a necessity. Yes, my old slippers were falling apart and making me slip everytime so I got new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I still need to buy jeans. And then I'm done, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-766089143764395883?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/766089143764395883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=766089143764395883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/766089143764395883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/766089143764395883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-pretty-fruitful.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2833355508422466400</id><published>2008-11-12T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:44:41.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My husband finally came back to me! :DDD Sibeh happy lor. He's still as handsome as he left. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Work today got suddenly exhausting around 8plus. I was in a semi-happy mood until then. Imagine customers streaming in with only four people taking care of the floor. Thank god there weren't any runaway bills. No money. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Convo between me and Gy [I grin as I recall this]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (enters the kitchen with the intention of punching card) ... Hello Gy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gy: Hello. (with obvious hesitation) I... long time never see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (inwardly squealing like a little girl) Ya! I miss you, you know! (exits and squeals to self)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was literally jumping and skipping after that. Wtf, I'm so pathetic. -_- Then during work, everyone proceeded to sabo me. Especially Kimchi. Stop telling lies lah oi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, short update. Just wanted to let people know I'm alive. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2833355508422466400?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2833355508422466400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2833355508422466400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2833355508422466400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2833355508422466400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-husband-finally-came-back-to-me-ddd.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7147726937010425581</id><published>2008-11-10T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:18:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm freeeeeeeeeeezing cold! Rainy weather + aircon venues = iceblock me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'll try to thaw my fingers by doing this quiz I found online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Do you have secrets?&lt;/strong&gt; Of course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;/strong&gt; Never. At least a year older, please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Do you enjoy going to sch?&lt;/strong&gt; No. Sleep &gt; school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/strong&gt; There are too many things I'd like to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Friends over boyfriends. So no. I like to keep my friends, thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Being loved by someone. Loving someone takes too much time and effort lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;List out 10 favourite things that i like&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm too lazy and I don't think can fill up all 10.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt; Be upset. However, my personal motto is: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they're yours. If they don't, they were never yours to begin with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;/strong&gt; ... Tuesday. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;What makes you angry?&lt;/strong&gt; When people piss me off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/strong&gt; With a stable career and hopefully attached? Let's not talk about marriage, mmk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;/strong&gt; Friends - Saerah, Amalina and Fad. Family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/strong&gt; My life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/strong&gt; Single and rich. Love's not going to pay for your house bills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite colour?&lt;/strong&gt; Purple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, and both of them do the same, who would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt; What kind of question is this? Of course it'd depend. Looks, past girlfriend history, personality... and horoscope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;/strong&gt; No. I may forgive on the surface but I'd have something to blackmail you with in the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;What do you want to tell the someone you like?&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for making me happy. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7147726937010425581?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7147726937010425581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7147726937010425581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7147726937010425581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7147726937010425581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-freeeeeeeeeeezing-cold-rainy-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5903290828649448496</id><published>2008-11-10T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:05:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I need to blog about work today before I get lazy and procrastinate for another week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Work was so-so. I'm down for my usual 1-6 and am pretty cranky because my stomach was grumbling. Only managed to swallow hotdog sandwiched between bread when I left the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Decided to OT since Jeslyn needed people to work. Ugh, I hate unreliable people. Okay nevermind. Agreed to OT until 9. Then suddenly she said I didn't need to OT because Kim was coming. Dismayed. Begged her to let me OT because I was fucking hungry + second break was gonna start. She gave in and let me OT, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went for second break with Fad. Oh gooooooood. I don't really like lamb chop but somehow, ours is above average. Macam faham I went to take a chicken wing but in the end gave it to Fad because I went to ask Iggy to make me seafood pasta. Got quite full after that. Ended break and went back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay so initially, I didn't mind the new kid much. But it's kind of amazing how far the standards have deteoriated. Eight months ago, my duties as the new kid were to give ice water, clear tables and generally stay out of the veteran staffs' way. But no, this new kid went around thinking like he was the shit. I fucking hate people like that. Second day and you want to act like some big fuck? Jump off a cliff, please. Not to mention that you're THREE years younger than me. I'm your fucking kakak, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I only have the two wonderful supervisors to blame though. What the fuck were you thinking when you went to teach the new kid how to send bills? What the fuck were you thinking when you went to teach the new kid how to set up tealights? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWSFLASH: YOU'RE NOT THE FUCKING MANAGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The boy can't even fucking do food run and you want to teach him all these. Passing on your incompetence, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh my god and I really couldn't fucking stand the way the new kid asked me to take order. Fuck off, boy, I don't even know you so don't take that tone with me. We are NOT the best of friends and I'd keep it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Add you or not? I'm still contemplating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday, please come faster. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5903290828649448496?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5903290828649448496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5903290828649448496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5903290828649448496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5903290828649448496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-to-blog-about-work-today-before.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6824732938776372142</id><published>2008-11-10T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:54:33.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FINALLY I HAVE DECIDED TO BLOG ABOUT THE CLASS BBQ. :D Well done, Fatima the procrastinator. Only a week has passed since the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yeah, actually you know I just realised that there are very few pics to be posted. There were a lot of pics taken, yes, but they were of Matt. -_- And I'm not going to blog about him, for god's sake. He has his own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So anyway. I'll talk first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The bbq went better than I expected. Sure, I came last and sure, like a traitor, I brought along B&amp;amp;J's Chocolate Euphoria milkshake with him (it's good btw, try it, you won't regret it). But I had fun! Surprisingly. I didn't like that a certain group dominated the pit for quite sometime and cared only about their own food. But hey, once they were gone, the pit was attaaaacked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've never bbq-ed before. Seriously. The last bbq I went to, which was my Sec 5 bbq, I kaypoh-ed around and didn't help with anything. Lol. This time, I put in some effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On to the pathetic amount of pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/BBQ0211/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The group of us who stayed behind to cook our food. Matt's only pretending, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/BBQ0211/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our ordered food! Pity it wasn't as delicious as my Sec 5 bbq's food, which was homemade by Saerah's mom. :D Beggars can't be choosers though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The stuff in the foil could be either sotong or stingray. Everything else is self-explanatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/BBQ0211/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An annoyed me lights up a corner of the pit to hasten the stingray roasting process. Credits to Yong Seng for helping me with the fire starter. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/BBQ0211/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chi Chuan fanning the fire and Darrel poking food. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/BBQ0211/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Group photo! In which I look scary weird and Mingfeng decides to be a sport and join in even though he had been reluctant earlier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/BBQ0211/06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Another group photo. Funny how Yong Seng looks more Malay than I am. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thus ends this entry. :D I kind of love my class even though we're not as crazily close as the other classes. Maybe a chalet for the next gathering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6824732938776372142?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6824732938776372142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6824732938776372142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6824732938776372142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6824732938776372142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-i-have-decided-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/BBQ0211/th_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-887057849515925794</id><published>2008-11-09T04:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:14:13.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two pics from the play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2mxfp0p.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I look fat here. ): Whyyyyy are you so fat, Fatima? Whyyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/xm4jn5.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Group photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For bigger versions, please visit Asy's blog or ask me on MSN personally. Ty. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-887057849515925794?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/887057849515925794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=887057849515925794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/887057849515925794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/887057849515925794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-pics-from-play-i-look-fat-here.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2mxfp0p_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5814496820837105147</id><published>2008-11-09T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:28:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm hooooooooooooome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today was fucking fantastic. (: It wasn't anything wild or fun but I still had fun! That makes sense, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I woke up around 1pm today. Headed straight for my laptop. Yes, I didn't bother showering because I was going out anyway, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Surfed online a bit and then went to shower around 4. Got ready and stuff and left the house around 5plus. Supposed to meet Amalina around 5.30 but that joker only left the house at 5.25. -_- So boh bian wait for her at the mrt station. We met up with Mim at Outram Park and headed to Clementi together to meet with Fad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The four of us headed to NP via 154. Got there and waited for Asy and his merry friends. I finally got to see Huda! Yay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bought tickets and headed into the theater for the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The play was very good. The acting was above average. No reservations at all. This is why I like Poly students. They're not giggly like Secondary school students. The only story I found utterly boring was the Ah Ma one. Seriously, how possibly racist can you get? You feature a story about Chinese people and have fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;subtitles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for god's sake. And if that's not bad enough, the jokes in the story are the ones only Chinese people will get. The other races did chuckle at some parts but we all were mostly quiet. I mean, what was there to laugh at? We didn't understand a single fucking thing. Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really enjoy the last few plays. Especially the one Afiq played a major role in. Seeing your colleague get slapped? Priceless. Though no one can beat Mim, who actually shouted "Yes ah!" when Afiq was slapped. Everyone laughed at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After the play, we headed to Bukit Timah someplace to eat at the Al-Ameen restaurant. The food there's not bad. I actually ate Western food, you know! And burnt my tongue in the process. ): Lesson learned: Even when hungry, do wait until the food cools down, okay? I'm gonna try to bring my family there next week. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Took the bus to Woodlands where we (as in Mim, Amalina and myself) went to the toilet and withdrew money for the cab. Some stupid pillion mat shouted something at me as Amalina and I were crossing the road to go to Civic Plaza. -_- I think he called me "kak". What a moron. You don't call girls "kak" when you want to "flatter" them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then we walked towards the main road to get a cab. Confided in both Amalina and Mim about something. Mim's a real good guy. Someone you can depend on and if he's reading this, he'd better help me do the thing he said he would do for me, okay? I've been let down once; don't let me be disappointed again, please. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So then, home sweet home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5814496820837105147?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5814496820837105147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5814496820837105147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5814496820837105147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5814496820837105147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-hooooooooooooome-today-was-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2072608689391743714</id><published>2008-11-08T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:52:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Those sum up the feelings in me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2072608689391743714?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2072608689391743714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2072608689391743714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2072608689391743714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2072608689391743714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-1457876040417058498</id><published>2008-11-08T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:48:06.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My mom's pissing me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look, yes, part of the reason why I started working was to support my family. But when you've already taken almost half of my pay, isn't it time to stop relying on me and hound your oh-so-useful husband instead? I have a life too. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; fucking entitled to the pay that I earned with my blood, sweat and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Also, if Afiq's play was next week, I'd also be more than happy to give you all the money I have. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;. Do you know that I barely use my pay to eat in school too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Grrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-1457876040417058498?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/1457876040417058498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=1457876040417058498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1457876040417058498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1457876040417058498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-moms-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5716477166240741602</id><published>2008-11-07T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:56:04.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are two things I really need badly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) A massage - my body is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ACHING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) Food that I'm craving for - I'd list them all but it'd be one long list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Put up a tagboard. Tag if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5716477166240741602?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5716477166240741602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5716477166240741602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5716477166240741602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5716477166240741602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-are-two-things-i-really-need.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4318919391161152449</id><published>2008-11-06T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:02:01.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My knee's hurting again. Left one this time. =/ Hasn't hurt for the past one year or so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I blame this on my overzealous-ness when it comes to working. Buuuut that won't make sense since a) no one else has knee problems and b) I don't squat a lot at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It hurts like a motherfucker. ): I'm gonna need my kneeguard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4318919391161152449?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4318919391161152449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4318919391161152449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4318919391161152449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4318919391161152449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-knees-hurting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-285089211102748848</id><published>2008-11-06T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:51:03.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Class bbq entry coming later. Maybe on Friday. Too lazy to edit and upload photos now. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So far, work and school have been good. I skipped DF twice already. Need to buck up man. Don't want to end up like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; who already had their first warning letter. HAHAHA to you. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been giggly these past few days too. Don't know why. Matt made me laugh my ass off at some random student earlier today and work generally is always full of fun and laughter (sales not bad today too. :D). Hopefully tomorrow's school won't be anything chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EDIT: I forgot to mention. NO OOP LECTURE/PRACTICAL NEXT WEEK! FUCK YEESSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... I'll hereby end my entry with a picture of my chioness maxi dress. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/1zlqiht.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wantwantwantwantwantwantwantwantwantwantwantwant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&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/34522402-285089211102748848?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/285089211102748848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=285089211102748848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/285089211102748848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/285089211102748848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/class-bbq-entry-coming-later.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/1zlqiht_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4185727243673926112</id><published>2008-11-03T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:56:30.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like such a bad friend but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seriously, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; see the appeal. Maybe guys are blind-er than I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4185727243673926112?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4185727243673926112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4185727243673926112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4185727243673926112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4185727243673926112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-like-such-bad-friend-but.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2790478936291697855</id><published>2008-11-02T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:48:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yesterday I went to celebrate my pre-birthday with Amalina. Remember when I said I love her? Well, I love her still. Except not so much now that she's not going to Afiq's play with me next week. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I came back at 5-ish from SC-ing and went to bed around 7 because I wanted to surf around online. Sleepily smsed Amalina and told her to call me at 1pm so we could finalise the details of our outing. Last minute outings rule? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We finally decided to watch Rec @ 3.40pm @ Plaza Singapura. However, we reached the box office at 3.40 and missed the show (tix are released to the public once you don't show up half an hour before show starts). Nevermind. We decided to catch the 5.40 movie instead. Then we headed to Gelare to have some ice-cream. Their ice-cream definitely owns any other ice-cream franchise (sorry workplace!). Chocolate Fantasy should be renamed to Chocolate Heaven because it definitely tastes like heaven. And then we also had the corn tortilla chips w/cheese dip. Alas perut katerkan. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walked around after that. Amalina wanted to look at a digicam. Said her parents wanted to buy her one for her birthday. So good right? I can only dream of getting a digicam. Though then again, I have no use for a digicam in the first place. Haha. Walked around some more. Oh and we went to This Fashion! Yes, in order to kill lots of time, we went to This Fashion. Initially wanted to just, you know, "look around". But as we were women, we didn't leave empty-handed. I drooled over the maxi dresses on display and quickly rushed upstairs to grab a hot maxi dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... &amp;amp; I got one! An absolutely gorgeous one in green. (: My heart is happy. I've wanted to own a maxi dress for a loooooong time now. Gonna wear it to Afiq's play next Saturday, hahaha. Amalina also bought a spaghetti dress in red but will not be wearing it to Afiq's play as we promised each other. ): Nevermind. I'll be with Fad so it's okay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After TF, we went back to PS and headed for John Little for no reason. I sprayed Kate Moss' perfume on myself and decided then and there that it'd be my next perfume purhcase. (: Incanto Heaven, please finish yourself up faster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to watch Rec after that and, I swear to god, it's fucking scary. I've never been so scared in my entire life. Like hello, I actually screamed, you know! I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; screamed in movie theaters before. Clutched my face in fear? Yes. Covered my eyes at the you-know-it's-coming parts? Yes. But actually scream? Never, until yesterday. I feel so cowardly. Lol. But nevermind, other people also screamed too. Catch Rec if you haven't, yeah? Don't watch Quarantine, which is a ripoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Headed to USQ's Swensen's after that because Mas was treating us to dinner. (: Had my usual seafood pasta + sweet as berries and Amalina had lamb chop + berries merry. Stuff happened when we were there. I'm not going to elaborate much but Amalina suggested that we camwhore while waiting for the lembab Mas to finish work. I had to treat her to a Swensen's supper, haha. Headed to Park Hotel via bus after it was all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always love hanging out with Mas. And with Amalina. So when I'm with the two of them, it's double the fun, gossip and laughter. (: Ate again there. Chicken baked rice for me, beef mee goreng for Mas, earl grey tea for Amalina and fries and banana split to share. The cute waiter from Thursday wasn't there, unfortunately. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally left the place around 2plus? Went home via cab with Amalina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awesome birthday outing. :D Thanks to the following people for wishing me via sms - Saerah, my brother, my cousin, unknown, Amalina, Mas, Sally, Cecilia, Jeha and V. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pics from mini camwhoring session ahead. Sorry for the darkness in some of the pics, Amalina. ): The lighting wasn't too good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/daydreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/hiding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/iscream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/sokissme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/concentrationedit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/speakedit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2790478936291697855?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2790478936291697855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2790478936291697855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2790478936291697855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2790478936291697855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-yesterday-i-went-to-celebrate-my-pre.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4408049720538802585</id><published>2008-11-01T05:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T05:19:27.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Work today was normal but a little more exciting because I volunteered to stay behind and help with the stock check. :D It wasn't as bad as I expected and they didn't count that many things. Still, it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, actually before that, during work, I thought I might kill some people. No, really. It's one thing to be working with your close friend but another to be suffering on the floor while said friend is behind the counter. Not to mention I was stuck with a constipated stomach that blackened my mood until it was closing time. Argh, hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So then, after stock check and everything, went to eat supper/early breakfast with Yaya @ Mr Bean at Selegie Road. The food was delicious but my Al Funghi got a bit jelak after a few bites. The sauce was sumptuous but, of course, like most cream sauce, turned out heavy at the end. I think I'll skip breakfast and lunch tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and by the way! I weighed myself during SC and found out that I went down to 51kg! Woohoooooooo! Super happy, man. :D I've been dying to bring myself down to 50 and it's only 1kg more to reach there! So they weren't lying when they told me I got skinnier. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, up till here. I'm tired. I need my rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to abstinence starts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to tell you something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're fucking hot. Be mine, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4408049720538802585?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4408049720538802585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4408049720538802585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4408049720538802585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4408049720538802585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-today-was-normal-but-little-more.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5938452410129791139</id><published>2008-10-31T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:01:47.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today was eventful. :D Nothing superbly awesome but at least my Thursday night wasn't spent being bored and listless. Like my Wednesday. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thanks for making my evening, Asy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't find the answers to my questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I ever know...? Or will I be kept wondering and wondering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5938452410129791139?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5938452410129791139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5938452410129791139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5938452410129791139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5938452410129791139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6812867373923942782</id><published>2008-10-29T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:32:30.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, Miss Artist told me to post this cleaner version. Still funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/my.php?image=38608025an5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8076/38608025an5.th.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/34522402-6812867373923942782?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6812867373923942782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6812867373923942782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6812867373923942782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6812867373923942782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-miss-artist-told-me-to-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6334076566118205305</id><published>2008-10-29T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:22:06.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Fad and I talking about guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;♥     superbitch                                                                                          thank you for the venom says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i told asy that they look like they're wearing skirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Presenting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img128.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lolsmc3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/9962/lolsmc3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;♥     superbitch                                                                                          thank you for the venom says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; xxfxxf ((:       i believe in    being    awesome         24/7 , 365 days .          heisso           sexy             !     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i draw iggy identically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;♥     superbitch                                                                                          thank you for the venom says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;HAHAHAHAHA PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is why I love Fad &amp;amp; our late night convos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full pic of the "guys": http://img49.imageshack.us/my.php?image=girlsar8.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6334076566118205305?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6334076566118205305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6334076566118205305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6334076566118205305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6334076566118205305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/fad-and-i-talking-about-guys-superbitch.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2424077946931212697</id><published>2008-10-29T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:45:30.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think it's time for an update, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So. In truth, nothing much has happened. Well, actually, my aunt passed away last week. It's sad because she left behind two beautiful daughters. But I think my cousin will be alright. She has a lot of people to help her. Now at least my aunt can rest because, frankly, her life has been hell for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And also, rumours have been spreading like wildfire about __________ &amp;amp; me. I don't know how people came to the conclusion but it's annoying me, to be honest. Why can't I be friends with _______? Is it that difficult? We barely even contact when we don't see each other anyway. And it's not like I give special treatment to _______ or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But on the lighter side, work was quite fun. It was not busy at all, thank god, but Kim told some funny stories about her meal at PS Swensen's with an ex-colleague and about how little kids keep calling her 'kor kor'. Hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alright, I think I'll stop here. Lazy now. Oh and by the way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HIDAYAH! :D&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/34522402-2424077946931212697?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2424077946931212697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2424077946931212697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2424077946931212697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2424077946931212697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-its-time-for-update-dont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6694449379826316106</id><published>2008-10-24T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:16:25.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will never ever take the bus home from work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's up with night bus drivers? Do they remove their bladders or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6694449379826316106?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6694449379826316106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6694449379826316106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6694449379826316106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6694449379826316106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-will-never-ever-take-bus-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6729703381941186630</id><published>2008-10-20T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:02:15.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I don't fit in anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6729703381941186630?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6729703381941186630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6729703381941186630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6729703381941186630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6729703381941186630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-dont-fit-in.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-3511217533800124282</id><published>2008-10-20T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:33:11.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boooooored waiting for next class. Twenty more minutes ++ to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Note to self: buy kitchen towels. Ok best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-3511217533800124282?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/3511217533800124282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=3511217533800124282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3511217533800124282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3511217533800124282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/boooooored-waiting-for-next-class.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-3800805801524885440</id><published>2008-10-18T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:23:12.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Seriously, I've never been so glad to see the end of the week. This week was made hectic due to work mainly and waking up early for school. Trying to beat the past six weeks of sleeping and waking up late is tough work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been fretting about school ever since I planned my timetable but it's silly, really. I have absolutely nothing to worry about, I think. The classes I've been put in aren't intimidating just very noisy but I keep to myself and I think I'll be fine. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Work is work. Tiring. Monday I was put behind the fountain and I felt like crying. Not only was I very slow but orders kept coming in and I really, really hate being rushed. SO SORRY I'M NOT A FOUNTAIN QUEEN AND CAN'T DO ICE CREAM AT LIGHTNING SPEED, THANKS. Ugh. Forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then the stupid newcomer bitch didn't fucking show up and pissed me off. Yeah, because of that lazy whore, we had to make do with four people working. Me behind the counter and three others on the floor. Thanks a lot, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm, I think I'll end the blog here. Not in the mood to blog longer. Oh but Gy looked so forlorn today. ): My heart broke a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-3800805801524885440?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/3800805801524885440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=3800805801524885440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3800805801524885440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3800805801524885440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-god-its-friday-seriously-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-8859722134852118610</id><published>2008-10-14T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:59:53.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FUCK YOU BITCH I HOPE YOU GET RUN OVER BY A BUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Irresponsibility sickens me to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-8859722134852118610?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/8859722134852118610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=8859722134852118610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8859722134852118610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8859722134852118610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-you-bitch-i-hope-you-get-run-over.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5013193687518604240</id><published>2008-10-11T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T04:42:28.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah... work was so easy today. Despite the fact that I was the only part-timer working. Our sales were good ($5k) and no one was being aggravating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Conversation between me and Gy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (does some dumb act cute motion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gy: ... I'm going back to China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (shocked, eyes wide) When?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gy: (shows number 17 with the 7 all lopsided and cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: October?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gy: (nods)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Oh... (smiles a bit and walks away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was not happy though! I swear to God my heart kind of tightened then. I never really liked him liked him and we rarely talked but I felt really sad then. I really don't know why. Hormones? Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Did work as usual and then cleared tables and complained to Dishwasher Aunty about Gy's departure. Found out that he was leaving for three weeks and then coming back here. -_- Cheh. Thought he was going back forever. Felt a bit happier after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He kept teasing me though. I now understand how those who have been stuck in a native English-speaking country and then come back here and someone talks to them in their mother tongue feel. I know how to count numbers in Mandarin and understand it quite well. But ambush me with a random number out of the blue in Mandarin and you'd have to give me five seconds to think and reply back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (grabs plate with no number tag) What table?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gy: Table shi hao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (stares at him with a big question mark on face) What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gy: (so obviously trying to fight back a grin) Shi hao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: ... (counts on fingers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gy: (grinning like a fool) Four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh my god! So irritating, right?! Knn. I shall not miss him for three weeks, hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So then we finished work and closed shop and everything. Sat outside and talked. Started discussing about the pitifully sick people. David interrupts and tells a boring grandfather story about how kitchen made him smell stale coleslaw and ask him if they should throw it or what. And how he "showed them the light and told them that it was stale". YES WE GET IT YOU'RE THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS NOW SHUT UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Any doubts I had about the moron not listening to people carefully were erased the moment he started blabbing about kitchen being dirty because we got food poisoning from the cockles they gave us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;... Yes, if you were affected, you might be wondering what the hell I am talking about. I had no idea what the moron was talking about until it clicked into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;NO YOU FOOL WE WENT TO LAU PA SAT AND IT WAS THE STALL THERE THAT GAVE US THE COCKLES WHICH GAVE US FOOD POISONING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of course, me with my bitchface saying that totally shut him up. By the way, don't EVER eat cockles from that bbq seafood restaurant at Lau Pa Sat. Their workers wear the yellow shirt. I'm so totally going to write a complaint to NEA. How the hell can someone get food poisoning from seafood? I've never died eating clams from seafood pastas and I'm not a clam person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And then David the Clown proceeded to entertain Cecilia and I with some stupid story about how being a worker will earn you benefits. My foot. Shut the fuck up, David, before I stuff your mouth with my shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Headed down to Shaw House to watch House Bunny with my cousin and brothers then cabbed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Work tomorrow. Yaaaaaawn~ I miss my friends. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5013193687518604240?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5013193687518604240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5013193687518604240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5013193687518604240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5013193687518604240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4410623246226912580</id><published>2008-10-10T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:42:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today wasn't as bad as I thought. Work was fine; the flow was manageable. But, of course, with easy work comes the tough hard-to-please customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Table 8 had this man and woman seated opposite each other. It was almost ten I assume so we had to already present the bills and stuff. So I had the pleasure of being the one to send the bill to their table. I uttered the total to them. The man squinted at the price charged for his clam chowder. $7.50 was stated there. He mumbled something about it not being right so I excused myself and asked him to repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Man: I ordered the clam chowder but it was given to me in a plate with a few slices of bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me: Yes, sir, but even if you opt for no breadbowl, we will still charge you the same price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Man: But I didn't even get the breadbowl; I was told there was none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me: ... Hold on, sir, I'll get this checked for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This resulted in me hurrying back and forth and looking for Jeslyn and Syahid to clarify this. Upon clarification, it was found out that yes, there was no breadbowl (kitchen confirmed this) and the man and woman were told that fact and that they would still be charged the same price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me: I'm sorry, sir. Yes, there is no breadbowl but we still have to charge the same price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Man: But it's stated in your menu that even the soup of the day is about $3something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me: No, sir, our soup of the day is $4.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Woman: (comes to Man's rescue) Then if you don't have breadbowl, why don't you give us some discounted price for the soup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me: ... (speechless at this point of time due to these people's ultimate kiasu-ness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Man: I want to speak with your manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thus, I handed this over to Jeslyn to deal with. I swear to god, all kiasu people need to be shot. Sourdough bread isn't some common white bread, please. Be glad we charged the sliced bread with your soup instead of separately. Idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This group of mats and minah came and sat at table 5. At that time, the restaurant suddenly had a sudden influx of customers. I was slacking off because I was quite tired and weak (body's fault, hehe) and then I decided to serve them all water. Went to table 5 with my customary "excuse me" and placed the tumblers on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;One of the guys: (in the loud typical mat voice) Wah, lom lagik order dah dapat air (Wow, we haven't ordered yet we still received water).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me: ... (desperately fights urge to roll my eyes and walks away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perangai (Attitude), these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the food poisoning situation is worse than I thought. Fad was practically dying from stomach pain and had urges to vomit. Syamim is down with high fever. Yaya, I'm not sure yet because I haven't asked and she hasn't contacted anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A bit worried for tomorrow night. Fad's not coming already because her mom disallowed her to and Syamim is crazy for even thinking of coming. Sigh. We'll see how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fuck you, cockles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4410623246226912580?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4410623246226912580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4410623246226912580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4410623246226912580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4410623246226912580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-wasnt-as-bad-as-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5942753744578257712</id><published>2008-10-09T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:37:15.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm swearing off shelled seafood for the rest of my life. Not counting prawns, of course. Ugh. There's a reason why it's disgusting: it tastes like sand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Didn't eat the whole day today. Not because I didn't want to but because I couldn't bring myself to. Felt weak and lethargic at work today but still managed to pull myself together and work. A certain supervisor was being his assy self, as usual. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and... I saw someone shirtless today. Mm, I think I can die happy now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5942753744578257712?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5942753744578257712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5942753744578257712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5942753744578257712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5942753744578257712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-swearing-off-shelled-seafood-for.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7542291493150158565</id><published>2008-10-08T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:18:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's official. Those damn bloody cockles were the cause of everyone's misery. Anyone who drank alcohol after that has said misery amplified a hundred times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Victims claimed on Tuesday: Me, Yaya, Fad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Victim(s) claimed on Wednesday: Syamim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7542291493150158565?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7542291493150158565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7542291493150158565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7542291493150158565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7542291493150158565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4195134799860015041</id><published>2008-10-08T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:42:33.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So... I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I seriously don't know what the fuck happened. No, I know for a fact that it wasn't the cockles nor the alcohol. I've eaten seafood before and I've never felt sick. Same goes for alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now. I have to make this loud and clear for everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, I don't give a fuck what you think about my drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two reasons: 1) you're not my parents and 2) life is too short not to experience all the so-called fine things in life. I got home safe and sound; why do you care so much? In short, fuck off, you're not the boss of me. &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The lowdown on my sickness: Woke up feeling nauseous and with the urge to vomit. Brushed teeth and went to bathe. Felt nausea moving up my throat and vomitted a bit. Thought everything was fine. Finished bathing and went to get ready for work. Drank water (big mistake on my part) at regular intervals. Sat down on my bed because the nausea was creeping up again. Forced myself to burp but ended up puking instead. Vomitted out my supper and then felt super weak. Went to wash my face and got ready again. Drank more water and changed my jeans. Got ready again. Suddenly... oh no! Must vomit again! Ran to the toilet and vomitted everything out. Felt even worse but still continued to get ready for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Closed my eyes in the MRT ride but when I alighted, felt the need to vomit again. Tried to push it down. Reached outlet and punched card. Felt so worn out but ignored it. Asked Jeslyn if I could be cashier because I wasn't feeling good. Even then, I couldn't work. Kept squatting/sitting down because stomach hurt like mad. Different people kept telling me that I looked so pale I could pass off for a corpse. Still persevered until 2plus when Jeslyn urged me to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went home feeling guilty because a) I was supposed to work 12-11 and my departure meant insufficient staff at night and b) I felt like I let down so many people. I mean, I was supposed to have gossip time with Amalina. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reached home and collapsed on my bed. SMSed people until I fell asleep. Wish Fad to get well soon because she was suffering too like me. Heard through the grapevine that Yaya was sick too. Fell asleep around 3plus and woke up around 5plus to Nad calling me. She ranted to me about family politics and diagnosed me with food poisoning. Ugh. Slept again and woke up around almost 9? Fell asleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Logged online to find a Friendster comment from Amalina that made me go -_-. Okay, let's set things straight again. 1) It wasn't from those bloody cockles because I only ate one and 2) I don't think it was from the alcohol either. I had Mac for supper late Monday night/early Tuesday morning and I'm guessing that's the main culprit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thus ends this longwinded blog entry. Would like to thank the following for their care and concern (no particular order): Jeslyn, Asyraf, Amalina, Huda, Afiq, Izwan, Fad, Syamim and Mas, who heard through the grapevine that I was dying today. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm really ending this entry. Checked my temperature again and I went up 0.3 degrees to 38.7. Not good, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bye. Eating some Panadols and going to sleep. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4195134799860015041?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4195134799860015041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4195134799860015041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4195134799860015041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4195134799860015041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7909553764830857948</id><published>2008-10-06T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:33:09.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I had to describe yesterday, I'd call it one of the best nights of my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Certain people might be disappointed when they read this entry but, hey, life is too short for regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So. Yesterday was Sunday. I wasn't working on that day so I slept all the way till 6pm. We had an outing planned late at night to celebrate Mas' going away to USQ. ): I'm sad that she had to leave but it's for the best. (: She'll be back stronger and better than ever, I hope! She's one awesome manager. Well, besides Cecilia and Heidi, of course. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Snuck out of the house around 10plus. Father didn't notice I'd left, strangely, and I brisk walked to the MRT station. Waited for the train and then, surprise surprise, Mim was also boarding the train! I didn't know he was going because I hadn't really bothered finding out. Gosh, he's an awesome guy, for serious. So took the train with him to CTP. Chatted idly on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Met up with Mas, Amalina (yay! :D), Hidayah and, second surprise, Cecilia! Oh my gosh, I was soooo happy to see Amalina and Cecilia. We walked to Lau Pa Sat to meet up with Shahirah, Hatiqah and Fad. When we got there, I was surprised to see Heidi. Yeah, it was totally unexpected, really. But the more the merrier, kan? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally, we were all settled down and started ordering. We had satay, char kuey, blood cockles, mee and nasi goreng amongst other things. The food was all delicious. But, oh my god, do not make me eat blood cockles anymore. That shit is fucking disgusting. Even the super spicy sambal belachan did nothing to cancel out the slimy disgusting seafood. How can Yaya devour the thing?! Even Mim was like: it's disgusting but goood. (: Ugh. I will never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After that, we decided to go somewhere and... drink. Yes, it's quite a bad idea because I cannot handle alcohol and a bit can make me tipsy like mad. But I still went anyway. Shit, I hate loud music, by the way. My ears hurt the moment we stepped inside. Mim and Yaya went to order bourbon coke but, man, that was even worse than those damn cockles. Alcohol tastes weird in the first place so the smart thing to do is to drink something that doesn't taste so alcohol-y, right? Right. I somehow managed to gulp down a glass anyway. Then with the disgusting bourbon taste in my mouth, I went and asked Yaya to accompany me to buy something better. An old friend's fave -  Vodka raspberry. (: Now that's what I call a drink! I drank one glass, mine, and then a bit of the remnants in the jug and then Mim played the Devil's Advocate and shoved his glass at me. Tell me how a girl can't get tipsy that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God, I was swaying and trying desperately to walk straight. Went to the toilet to pee like two or three times? My alcohol tolerance is shit, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But somehow, I managed to exit the bar still slightly tipsy and not shitfaced drunk. Mim sent me home in a cab (this guy is a perfect gentleman, I tell you) and I managed to stumble into the house without falling on my face. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THE END!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7909553764830857948?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7909553764830857948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7909553764830857948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7909553764830857948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7909553764830857948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-had-to-describe-yesterday-id-call.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-9128047940625840422</id><published>2008-09-09T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:29:17.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I not pretty enough? Not voluptous enough? Not flirtatious enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I strongly believe(d) in not changing myself for anyone. Even if I were head over heels in love with that person, I wouldn't. If they wanted me to dress more sexily and reveal my so-called assets, I wouldn't hesitate to tell them to fuck off and leave me to go find some easy lay. I've never been like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it hurts. It hurts to know that he will ignore me and talk to everyone else. That it's not my hair that he'll swat when he walks past. That it's not me that he'll ask for stuff from. Hell, even at this point, I'd say that Iggy likes me more than he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shy? I don't think so. He already knows that I like him but he's not acting on it. Playing hard to get? What is he, 6? Fine, whatever. Don't blame me when I start falling out of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a lighter note, someone else is making me happy. Fad and I were chatting last night and we were discussing silly things. Shower sex with him? Oh, definitely. I couldn't stop smiling when I saw him today. He's too damn cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-9128047940625840422?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/9128047940625840422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=9128047940625840422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9128047940625840422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9128047940625840422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-wrong-with-me-am-i-not-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7714782448690735381</id><published>2008-08-16T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:52:06.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, um, yeah. I know I kinda promised to blog more often but... eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been tiring thus far and I actually injured my wrist. Just hope I can write on Monday, that's all. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMP exam on Monday... freaking nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7714782448690735381?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7714782448690735381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7714782448690735381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7714782448690735381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7714782448690735381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-um-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7543664335722025802</id><published>2008-08-06T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:48:14.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was quite tiring. I slept late last night about 3am? or so. Then forced myself to wake up at 8 because I had that GD retest. It went well but, as usual, my poster sucked. Lol. No creativity at all and I barely fulfilled the criteria. But oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Surprisingly, only two people turned up for the retest. I think there were a handful but I guess they were busy sleeping? Or went for PMP? I don't know which idiot would willingly go for ccb's class so I'm guessing they were still sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to look for Miss V after the retest. She passed my HTML, woot! I'm overjoyed. Lol. GD and HTML are the easiest to pass in terms of practical but the theory is damn difficult laaah. And she's actually nicer when you talk to her face to face. I almost feel bad about writing the stuff in the course feedback. Sigh. What's done is done, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Off to work at around 5plus. Was super, super elated to see my darling Amalina OTing. I miss her, can? She's like the only person whom I can talk to who can understand my feelings. She can decipher what I'm feeling/thinking just by looking at my facial expressions. I don't even have to tell her that I'm happy or pissed or exhausted or whatever. Where to find friends like that, you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yeah. Work. I was quite surprised that the dinner crowd came and went so fast. We actually closed pretty early. Izwan swept the outlet, I mopped &amp;amp; Asy closed alfresco. We'd already finished most of the stuff by 10:35. Personal record if I do say so myself. So then slacked, drank mushroom soup and chatted outside. By 11:10 or so, we left for the MRT. Oh and Asy's going to M'sia. Should I ask anything from him? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chatted with Amalina on the way home and told her the juiciest stuff. I really treasure her as a friend even if we rarely do speak. She understands me so well that I don't have to waste my breath going into details. So I bitched to her about certain slut wannabes at work and the general happenings around. Yeah. It was a very fruitful journey home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stopped by the new 7-11 near my house. Journey to my doorstep was eerily silent and kind of spooky in a way but I saw nothing, thankfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, till here! I'm gonna worry about DE now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7543664335722025802?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7543664335722025802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7543664335722025802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7543664335722025802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7543664335722025802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-quite-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-8824279068639702701</id><published>2008-08-04T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:09:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I update so little, man. Okay, going to try again to update more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So many things have happened since my last update! I got my hair highlighted. I ordered makeup. Lots of it. And I have awesome makeup brushes! Too bad I don't have photogenism yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway. I'd talk about my love life but it's kind of boring so let's talk about work. No, I don't care if you don't know about my workmates. I still want to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Work's been quite fun lately for some reason. But everyone's favourite D still manages to fuck things up at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take for instance Saturday. There's this new Great Eastern voucher going around and, like all vouchers, customers have to simply present it and then get their whatever stuff. So I was flabbergasted when a customer gave it to me. So I went to ask my manager, J, about it. She said to just key in blah blah blah etc. Work lingo, you won't understand. So, okay, I understood what she said and then gave it to A, who was the day cashier. As I was talking to her, D swoops in trying to act hero and tells me that the customer has to sign the voucher first. As he was babbling, thoughts were running through my head. Some examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Oh, here he comes, trying to "save the day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Where got place for customer to sign, bodoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Shut the fuck up, you're annoying me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... And so on. When he was done, I glared at him and snatched the voucher away. Stomped nearby to the fountain area where J was and asked her if customer needed to sign. She looked quite pissed, I'm guessing because either I was bothering her or she figured that D said some bullshit (I pick the latter), and told me that the customer didn't need to sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;UP YOURS, FUCKER. I got pretty pissed at him at that point of time but my anger was short-lived. I got happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate people like that; poking their noses into where they don't belong. Then I think he realized that I hate him, he tried to make amends by helping me clear tables and stuff. Oh fuck off, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other than that, the rest of the day was fine. I OTed till eleven (or 10:59 as Sir Nick likes to say. Lol) and had fun. The night people were great. I barely closed the outlet and did very few stuff. This is why I love my workmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what's going on with my love life, to be honest. One hand, it has potential but on the other, it's hopeless. I'm not going anywhere communication-wise. One is obviously not interested while the other... I can't be too sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was it a mistake to tell him what I thought? I'm not even lying. He really does have a nice back profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn, men are complicated. Can I be a lesbian instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-8824279068639702701?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/8824279068639702701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=8824279068639702701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8824279068639702701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8824279068639702701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-update-so-little-man.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4834951591509067518</id><published>2008-07-10T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:57:09.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm very irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday night was hell on earth. Busy, busy, busy. After work was worst. Asked the kitchen to cook us food because we were very hungry and the busy-ness kept us all on our feet without any food. Initially, was supposed to request enough for Yayah and I but I pitied everyone else so asked the chef to make enough for six people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Should've been wonderful, right? Yeah, it should have been. Unfortunately, not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone had the audacity to eat first. Okay, fine. I understand that you need to catch the train first because you live quite far. However, some things don't add up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're in a rush, why bother to sit down and eat? Just take home can, what. If you're in a rush, why still sit and wait? Just go home straight. In a rush, what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you could still sit and wait, why not help us get the cutleries? Is that so hard to do? I saw you asking the auntie for it. So if the outlet was on fire, you'd save yourself first and let us burn inside? What a good friend you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought you were different, honestly. I would've expected such behaviour from David. Even Yayah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Learned my lesson. Next time, I'm never asking for food. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4834951591509067518?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4834951591509067518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4834951591509067518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4834951591509067518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4834951591509067518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-very-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2928879525715554774</id><published>2008-07-08T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:46:02.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate the PMP teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hate. Hate. Hate. To the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine being asked to do a project with a friend. You are told to do the GUI and TOE chart and then let him check on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You do just that and then let him check it. The teacher's reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Too simple. Redo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ookay... So you ask how to improve on it. His reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Go find out on the internet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So let me get this straight. You're supposed to let him check your progress but upon seeing it, he simply brushes it off and asks you to redo without even telling you what to do? Never mind that you've &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; done this kind of thing before and need guidance how to do the coding and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like, what the fuck, right? And then he demands that the project be submitted next week. Yeah, I get that poly is supposed to be a 'throw a life buoy to you and float on your own' kind of thing but what if we can't stay afloat because we don't know how to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fuck him. Shitastic teacher. Go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And to cap it off, I have work today with David the devil. Asshole. I hope I survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2928879525715554774?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2928879525715554774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2928879525715554774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2928879525715554774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2928879525715554774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-pmp-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6678038955422211864</id><published>2008-07-04T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:01:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't get why some girls are crazy over MAC. :/ Their stuff is ridiculously overpriced. I have a feeling they only get it because of the fact that that brand is prestigious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever. I'll stick to my highly pigmented cheaper brandless stuff, thx. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe tomorrow's Friday. This week flew so fast. And I have projects due in two (three?) weeks but I haven't even done anything. It's like, shit man. Where are my priorities? Online shopping, my conscience would say. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have Wanted to look forward to though. Matt said that it's awesome and so do reviews. Personally, I'm excited. I love Angelina Jolie. I love guns. I love violence. So yes, I'm practically bouncing in my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... Wait. There's a test tomorrow, right? Shit, I haven't studied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6678038955422211864?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6678038955422211864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6678038955422211864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6678038955422211864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6678038955422211864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-get-why-some-girls-are-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7857423025782014190</id><published>2008-06-08T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:42:13.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't updated for days! =o But that's all going to change, right now. I'll try to blog as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out for term break, thank god. Two weeks is nothing compared to June hols but, hey, at least it's a break. And we don't have to go back to school or anything. No more boring PMP lectures. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, anyway. That means I'll be working throughout the whole two weeks like a madwoman. With a day off, of course but even then, I'll be going out and not staying at home. Which reminds me, I have to complete projects. Sigh. Matt, please try to keep yourself free. I'd like to complete most of the projects by term break so I can worry about the IAD project after term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been okay, by the way. Lots of strange things have happened and I'm kinda confused about some things. However, I've decided that I will give up on _______. It's kind of obvious that he doesn't have any interest neither does he share the same feeling(s). And about _____, well, I don't know. He's started talking to me. Little, little things but isn't he supposed to dislike girls of my race? Goddamn, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one boy in my heart right now though. Know who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/loverboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sooooo dreamy... He plays Chuck Bass on Gossip Girl and he is so fiiiiiine. A bit on the hairy side but, who cares, right? He's hot. And at least he won't be able to break my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, that's all for now! See you next update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7857423025782014190?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7857423025782014190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7857423025782014190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7857423025782014190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7857423025782014190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-havent-updated-for-days-o-but-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2434690075998597921</id><published>2008-05-28T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:48:43.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought of blogging but now I have no mood. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2434690075998597921?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2434690075998597921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2434690075998597921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2434690075998597921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2434690075998597921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thought-of-blogging-but-now-i-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-9007142859027634453</id><published>2008-05-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:39:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not my fucking fault you overreacted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get off your fucking high horse, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-9007142859027634453?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/9007142859027634453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=9007142859027634453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9007142859027634453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9007142859027634453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-my-fucking-fault-you.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2316509896949636091</id><published>2008-05-12T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:33:32.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry, but you're not as cool as you think you are. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New layout soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2316509896949636091?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2316509896949636091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2316509896949636091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2316509896949636091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2316509896949636091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-but-youre-not-as-cool-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6575849483137277985</id><published>2008-04-29T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:30:04.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, so like I promised some people, I uploaded all the random pics from my phone onto Friendster. Now, don't be lazy. They're in the random photography album. If you want a certain pic but I didn't upload it, feel free to ask, yeah? Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, before I go get ready for work, let me bitch a bit. About the movie Funny Games U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This movie had potential. I'm serious. It wasn't wholly bad. It had some good points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The killer? THE FUCKING PACING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That put me off the WHOLE movie. So much that Amalina and I walked out of the theater at about 8.30pm. Can you imagine? The movie started at 7pm. Trailers, etc and the thing dragged on to 8.30. AND IT STILL WASN'T DONE YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was torturous, I tell you. Why the hell would I want to stare at a scene where Naomi Watts is trying to break free of her binds in her underwear? Last time I checked, I was female. A straight one. Her bouncing tits don't interest me the slightest. Also, why the hell would I want to stare at Tim Roth's fugly face, eyes watered up and shit, when I don't find him attractive? GOD. You spend FIVE FUCKING MINUTES staring at a motionless scene. Oh, well done, directors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How the hell did this shit get good reviews? Big deal if Naomi Watts both starred and produced it. Actors should never star and produce movies. It's a shit- and snorefest. Look at Charlie's Angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My ratin: -5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6575849483137277985?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6575849483137277985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6575849483137277985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6575849483137277985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6575849483137277985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-so-like-i-promised-some-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5234097236427974672</id><published>2008-04-24T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:31:46.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was actually quite fun. :D Despite the really boring lessons we had, we still managed to make the best of it. And you know what I did? Take pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. During lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/Lunch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is supposed to be my mee goreng seafood. When I was done with it, of course. Wasn't very nice but I wasn't expecting gourmet food so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/Iforeverloveyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed it down with my beloved. Pepsi forever pwns Coke. For reals, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we headed for the lecture theaters where we were subjected to the world's most boring lectures. Too bad I didn't feel sleepy enough to, well, sleep. But we passed time by telling jokes [Mr SBW was declared to be from the future because he wrote down tomorrow's date in the attendance list. XD]. Luckily we didn't get caught or thrown out. I guess everyone else made more noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/Boredom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an accidental shot but it came out so nice! Love it even though it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/numbelegance/Criminalintention.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted criminal: Matthew "The Giggler" Tan. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA people called me just now. ): I'm starting next Wednesday at 3.45pm apparently. Isn't it the eve of Labour Day or something? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta jet. Tired from work. I need energy for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad you weren't repulsed. Gives me some hope. (: I'm not expecting anything wonderful but it really helps. No one understands but that's okay. Only I know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5234097236427974672?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5234097236427974672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5234097236427974672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5234097236427974672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5234097236427974672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-actually-quite-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2179630092718497021</id><published>2008-04-23T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:12:44.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School has been okay so far, I guess. It's a little difficult to befriend everyone while trying to be as nice as possible [I'm naturally sarcastic so it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; really difficult]. But I will try my best. They are all really nice though. Especially Wanting who has been kind enough to hang out with me at school. (: Loves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lectures and labs have been boring though. Or... is that just me? I think work fatigue is catching up on me. I keep falling asleep. ): But I'm still going to persevere because I know that when projects and stuff come up, I can only work during the weekends as I'll be too busy during the weekdays. However I find myself strangely missing work when I'm in school. I guess I miss that familiarity and friendliness within the place. ): Nevermind. Only two more days, Fatima, and you'd be able to see them. Yet imagine when I find that same familiarity and friendliness in school. Then I'd always be thinking of school! Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got a new phone today. So spoiled. x) Nokia 6500 Slide. It's damn fucking pretty and gorgeous, etc. If I lose it, I'd cry like a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, till here. Beddy-bye now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2179630092718497021?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2179630092718497021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2179630092718497021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2179630092718497021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2179630092718497021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-has-been-okay-so-far-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2091998718499375474</id><published>2008-04-17T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:27:48.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha. Been almost two months since I updated. I don't think anyone cares but hell, I wanna update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's started for a few days now. It's okay; I feel left out because it's like everyone has their own little cliques already. ): But nevermind. I'll try to stay afloat. At least my classmates are all friendly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like my course modules though. Quite useful because I am interested in HTML and Java but I just can't be bothered because I'm lazy. XD Then we get to order and use a spiffy Adobe CS3 design thing for only $88.30! Cool, right? It includes all those great Adobe stuff like Photoshop and Illustrator. And it costs maybe half than outside price. Good to be in MIT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School timetable is kind of confusing though. I got lost three times already. And I keep being late. ): Why ah? Dear God, pls make the buses move faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Till here then. Some reason, I can't wait to start doing schoolwork. *crazy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2091998718499375474?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2091998718499375474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2091998718499375474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2091998718499375474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2091998718499375474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/04/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-847196451008348658</id><published>2008-02-21T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:58:45.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, to everyone [i.e. the people who will jump on me the next time they see me, demanding me to update my blog and why I didn't contact them and ignoring the fact that they didn't make the effort to contact me] that it concerns, I got into Multimedia &amp;amp; Infocomm Technology at NYP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think you can sleep soundly now that you know, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-847196451008348658?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/847196451008348658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=847196451008348658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/847196451008348658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/847196451008348658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/02/by-way-to-everyone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4329091349685266092</id><published>2008-02-21T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:36:50.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw Utt today at CP. Yes, MTV VJ Utt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He smiled, said hi and waved. We couldn't stop squealing and giggling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's surprisingly not so tall yet surprisingly fair. And really handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4329091349685266092?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4329091349685266092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4329091349685266092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4329091349685266092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4329091349685266092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-saw-utt-today-at-cp.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5316790939923459379</id><published>2007-11-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:03:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;O LEVELS ARE FINALLY OVER! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These three weeks have been nothing short of a nightmare. Even if they seem pretty short but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BYEBYE SCHOOLBOOKS AND HELLO PLAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice-skating tomorrow, whooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5316790939923459379?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5316790939923459379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5316790939923459379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5316790939923459379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5316790939923459379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-levels-are-finally-over-dddd-these.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-3114123280719131149</id><published>2007-10-12T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:09:04.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look the meaning up in the dictionary if you don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back after O's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-3114123280719131149?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/3114123280719131149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=3114123280719131149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3114123280719131149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3114123280719131149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/10/hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7191580681426824820</id><published>2007-10-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:48:49.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling a bit too lazy to blog. Busy with studies [when I bother to study lah] and just being plain lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sokling, I sent you the URL through your tagboard. Sorry, okay? I know I told you I got a few colors but I couldn't find the other ones [my mom hid them somewhere. -.-] so only one. And if you're wondering about the URL, it's actually because I gatal tangan and sent the pic from my phone to my mobile blog. XD Sorta cool lei, right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mm. Went for Math night class just now. Quite fruitful. :D We were asked to do a paper two within a time limit but we actually overshot it. Thank God Miss Goh closed one eye. XD I think she's been very nice to us lately. :D Not complaining, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What else... Oh! I think some people can really be so, so, so, so, so childish. The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7191580681426824820?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7191580681426824820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7191580681426824820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7191580681426824820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7191580681426824820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-bit-too-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7789850433517857498</id><published>2007-09-26T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:31:37.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really am a failure. It's not just the results that are bad. Let's recap now that I've gotten all my papers back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;English: 65/100 [Comments: Disappointing. A B3 isn't good enough; I aim for an A1.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maths: 34/100 [Comments: Even more disappointing. I want a B3.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Science: 41/100 [Comments: Lousy, lousy, lousy. I want a B3, if not an A2. Fuck you, Physics.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Humans: 41/100 [Comments: ... Sigh. Even worse than mid-year. I want an A1, goddamnit.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&amp;amp;T: 39/100 [Comments: I want my fucking B3, at least.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah. So my L1R5 is 41. Nice, right? L1R4 is 32. Isn't it just awesome? Which course would want to take me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7789850433517857498?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7789850433517857498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7789850433517857498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7789850433517857498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7789850433517857498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-really-am-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7741356714201859116</id><published>2007-09-24T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:25:03.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Rina is right. I might as well quit now and go to ITE. What's the point in continuing? I'll still get the same results. Still won't be able to beat the other better classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Results so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;English: 65/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maths: 34/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Combined Science: Unknown. Confirm failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Combined Humans: Unknown. SS: 21/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D&amp;amp;T: Unknown. Confirm failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MT: B4. O Level mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yeah. I'm doomed. It'd take a miracle for me to pass now. And we all know miracles don't happen. Unless you're deluded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7741356714201859116?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7741356714201859116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7741356714201859116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7741356714201859116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7741356714201859116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/miss-rina-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4229409800309102645</id><published>2007-09-19T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:43:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today fucking &lt;strong&gt;sucked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;End of entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do something to cheer me up. Please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4229409800309102645?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4229409800309102645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4229409800309102645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4229409800309102645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4229409800309102645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-fucking-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6089514321196657287</id><published>2007-09-19T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:07:59.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a bit of musing before I leave for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with Singaporean students. Why is it that they feel the need to inject cheem vocab into their posts? What's wrong with simple posts with Singlish thrown in? Is it despicable? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If those kids really want to be kept on their toes all the time and speak and write proper English, why don't they pester their parents into sending them to the US or Australia? Rich mah. Can do whatever they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take popular blogger Xiaxue for instance. Does she type in clear concise English in every post? No, what. She throws it Chinese and a bit of Singlish for good measure. And she's an adult and she's popular for it. She's not stupid either. PSLE score of 269 and Mass Comm student some more. Meaning that her English is damn fucking good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, my point is, what's the point in making yourself sound so snobby? Who are you trying to impress, really? Your blog isn't going to be graded for O Levels or N Levels or EOYs or whatever. There's no harm in resorting to bad English every once in a while. And what makes snobby people look bad is when their post has a lot of bad grammar. So, cheem words plus bad grammar don't exactly match, do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And seriously speaking, I'd be more willing to read blogs with Singlish in them than externally impressive English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, posts that are full of stupidity aren't excusable either but that's for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6089514321196657287?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6089514321196657287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6089514321196657287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6089514321196657287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6089514321196657287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-bit-of-musing-before-i-leave-for.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-1997929418309065976</id><published>2007-09-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:20:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quite a few things happened these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like Eileen's phone kena confiscated for one. XD Poor her. But I think it's quite okay. Her paper wasn't disqualified and she only got detention for two days. She was quite content with that so. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bah and today wasn't such a good day for me. Some pig scolded me and Jeha for not playing PE despite the fact that we were fasting. For God's sake, it's not an excuse, okay? It was fucking disrespectful of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of Jeha, she and I bonded today. :DD Somewhat lah. Eileen and Kasturri had to go to the hall for some... dunno-what and Jovina ran away to 5n1 so we had each other for company. We talked about quite a bit of things. She told me something shocking. I told her about the embarrassing/sad thing that happened to me when I was in Sec 2. :/ Oh, and I also told her who I liked. I think she approves. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, that's it. I'm too lazy to blog. Feeling extremely full, which is good considering I was starving earlier today. And I napped from four till seven. It was love. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Edit: Why do some people enjoy squeezing in &lt;em&gt;cheem&lt;/em&gt; vocabulary that doesn't even fit what they're writing about? Please stop &lt;em&gt;hao lian&lt;/em&gt;-ing, okay? Your English is not good. If it is, you wouldn't use words in the wrong context. Or have such bad grammar either. I feel so embarrassed for you, honey bunny. Too bad your equally dumb friends don't even know to correct you. Or do they try but you brush them off instead? Pitying you lah, you pathetic loser. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing you was like a dream come true. You're definitely a sight for sore eye. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-1997929418309065976?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/1997929418309065976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=1997929418309065976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1997929418309065976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1997929418309065976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/quite-few-things-happened-these-past.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4380282025923262002</id><published>2007-09-12T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:42:58.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waaah~ Haven't blogged for days. I don't feel any obligation to do so but what the hell. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been slacking at Eileen's house for the past few days after the exams. XD I'm, like, so in love with her house, okay. :DD It's so nice and clean and her room is so much loooove. It's so homely and quite and not messy! Surprising. Some Chinese people's houses I go into look like a pig sty. Her house is the second one I've been in that's clean and makes you want to stay there forever. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prelims have been okay, so far. I don't think I'd be able to get my As to Cs as I'd originally wanted. Maths would definitely be an F9 even though Paper Two was doable. Paper One... no hope lah. I still want my A1 for English though. &amp; at least a B4 for Humans even thought I think I blew my SS. Mdm Sharifah would kill me. But it's not really my fault the SBCS was tough. Pinning my hopes on History now. Physics is okay. Science Paper One was doable as well. But I'm fearing Chem Paper Two. I'm praying that Redox or RoR won't come out because I totally don't know how to do those topics. Damn fucking difficult. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm unlocking my blog because I don't really update much and I've lost my reason to lock it in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Ramadhan to all Muslims who chance upon this blog. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So... I don't know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4380282025923262002?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4380282025923262002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4380282025923262002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4380282025923262002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4380282025923262002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/waaah-havent-blogged-for-days.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-3370705894329941015</id><published>2007-09-03T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T22:04:46.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_____, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By some stroke of luck, I wish that you'd gain an interest in me, get my phone number and sms me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ha. Silly wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-3370705894329941015?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/3370705894329941015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=3370705894329941015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3370705894329941015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/3370705894329941015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6458649342271283247</id><published>2007-09-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:53:49.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just had a sudden realisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or an epiphany, whichever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What if some other girl likes him too? Wah lau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sure cannot compete one. There's nothing great about me. In comparison, even though the other girls aren't exactly gorgeous to the max, they might know him. And might be able to offer him something... better, I guess. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, not their virginity. Get your mind out of the fucking gutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guys have a wide range of girls to choose from. From the flat-like-airport-runway and shape-less Chinese girls[*] to the curvier slightly tanned Malay girls to the curves-that-would-make-your-mom-jealous Indian girls. Of course, if they want, the chubbier-in-real-life Angmoh girls. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm actually kinda old, now that I think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blah. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[*] I had someone in mind when I typed this. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6458649342271283247?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6458649342271283247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6458649342271283247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6458649342271283247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6458649342271283247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-had-sudden-realisation.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5553576142966887266</id><published>2007-09-03T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:18:13.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watched Hairspray today. Was quite funny, I guess. Better than High School Musical at any rate. God, I'm so sick of that show. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zac Efron is so fucking cute though. :D And I dislike Nikki Blondsky in there. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bah. That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5553576142966887266?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5553576142966887266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5553576142966887266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5553576142966887266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5553576142966887266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/watched-hairspray-today.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-6993597221206819371</id><published>2007-09-01T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:50:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Petty things are setting me off, thanks to my period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though I guess, in this case, it's somewhat justified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How would you feel if you weren't directly invited to an event and your friend ditched you hours before because she had financial problems and refused to accept help you gave her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was pissed. And ignored when I got there. I regretted even going all the way there, wasting about 90cents of my precious EZ-link card money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fuck the world and everyone in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you were mine so I could have someone to comfort me just now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-6993597221206819371?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/6993597221206819371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=6993597221206819371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6993597221206819371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/6993597221206819371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/petty-things-are-setting-me-off-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4931680925282352312</id><published>2007-09-01T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:15:20.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People enjoy pissing me off, it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4931680925282352312?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4931680925282352312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4931680925282352312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4931680925282352312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4931680925282352312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-enjoy-pissing-me-off-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7088035089121265366</id><published>2007-08-31T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:05:11.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really hate Sports Day. It is a stupid event and it's even stupider that they made it inter-class instead of inter-house. Ob-fucking-viously, the class with the good runners and sportspeople will win, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bodoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, ya. I was in the Frisbee team. A reluctant decision, of course. If we had more girls in our class, I wouldn't even attend the damn Sports Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We lost, of course. Twice. First to 4E5 and the second to 4T9. Pretty pathetic but I don't give a flying fuck. It's just a game, not O Levels. But, I must say, I really hate ___. Bunch of pathetic attention whores. I really hate them. The hatred simmered for a bit but it was almost to boiling point today. I can't stand these kind of people. So what if you won? Just fucking shut up and be humble. There's no need to hao lian anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, I don't hate them simply because they won. I'm not a sore loser, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Elisa told me something very interesting about one of them. And it's almost true lah. Please have originality, bitch. :D Don't pretend to go "tanning" and come back still yellow. That is not tanning. That is being a whore and showing off your nonexistent breasts while in your bikini. What? Trying to make your boyfriend horny, is it? Haha. Didn't know he was that pathetic. Oh, wait. Since you need to resort to a bikini to do it, I guess &lt;strong&gt;you're&lt;/strong&gt; the pathetic one. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think everyone was shocked when Shafiq, Ahmad and Alhami turned up today. And they, gasp, actually stayed on until everyone could leave! Surprising, isn't it? They were the people we thought that they wouldn't show up. Pity though that they didn't wear their shorts. Maybe they could've won the Frisbee match. =/ Ah, it's all over. No point talking about it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm off to take a nap now. Exhausting games + first day of period = no go. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy, you were seriously very cool today. And devastatingly handsome. I wish I could tell you how much I like you but I don't want to be humiliated in case you already have someone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7088035089121265366?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7088035089121265366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7088035089121265366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7088035089121265366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7088035089121265366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-really-hate-sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-8508254866921617048</id><published>2007-08-30T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:15:07.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE ABOMINATION THAT IS D&amp;T IS FUCKING OVER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so happy, okay? No more of that stupid black book or the damn product-making or being stuck in the workshop for hours on end, surrounded by millions of microscopic dust sticking to your face and clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sports Day tomorrow. Meeting the girls at 6am at CP because we are kancheong and we don't want to be stuck in an overcrowded bus. Mini Teacher's Day celebration tomorrow too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it's really not our fault that they closed the voting polls without telling us lah. We really did vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teacher's Day concert earlier today. It was okay lah. Some performances really captivated me. Others made me want to throw my shoe at them and scream at them to &lt;em&gt;balik kampung&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Overall, it was fun. Just needlessly ended with me struggling to complete my D&amp;amp;T after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I found out that a certain someone has been spreading lies about me by twisting what I say and making it sound like I was wrong and he/she is innocent. So, in case he/she is reading this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bitch, stop putting words into my mouth. And stop fucking lying to people. He tells me what you say to him and I can confirm/deny your allegations. Apparently, you've been lying to him for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tsk. Shame on you. Didn't your momma teach you some manners? Oops. Apparently not. Sorry honey, I can't trust you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hm. Don't mess with me. You'll regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You renewed my hope in you with just one look. Thank you. I won't lose hope now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-8508254866921617048?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/8508254866921617048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=8508254866921617048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8508254866921617048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/8508254866921617048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/abomination-that-is-d-is-fucking-over-d.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-656392370530838621</id><published>2007-08-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:30:25.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHY THE FUCK IS THERE PORN IN MY FRIENDSTER REVIEW SECTION?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FUCKING HELL, IT'S NOT FUNNY, OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;KNN CCB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WTF lah. Deleting won't help. Why is the Friendster management so slow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-656392370530838621?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/656392370530838621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=656392370530838621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/656392370530838621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/656392370530838621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-fuck-is-there-porn-in-my-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-1915778274499209856</id><published>2007-08-29T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T17:25:32.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blah. Don't want to talk about EL Prelims. I think I sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway. Took two measly pics of the tanktop I bought and the Metro plastic bag. Haha. I like the saying on it, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104048943357617346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MW5iO3GG0g/RtU5eLkJ5MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fs8Lc4hI8Lg/s200/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A bit crazy, me. But it's cute, I think. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104049948379964626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3MW5iO3GG0g/RtU6YrkJ5NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KwyE-L_s94o/s200/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                            The brown one. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've got something to confess lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really gaining weight and I'm being completely serious and honest with myself. When I was trying the tanktop on, I noticed that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) I have tummy flab. Very unflattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) My arms are also flabby. And they jiggle when I shake them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) I have flab around the neck and shoulder area. I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; used to have it. Never. A year or so ago, that area would be thin and you could almost see my shoulder bones poking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now no more... ): Very sad, okay? Those were the areas I had been very &lt;em&gt;hao lian&lt;/em&gt; with. Thighs... no hope lah. So much cellulite to feed to a third-world country. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so ends my depressing entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you today. My heart leapt in joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-1915778274499209856?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/1915778274499209856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=1915778274499209856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1915778274499209856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1915778274499209856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3MW5iO3GG0g/RtU5eLkJ5MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fs8Lc4hI8Lg/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5822804742906428167</id><published>2007-08-28T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:53:29.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was a very short day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up at 10plus, almost 11. Reason being? No school today lah, of course. So slack, me. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a very shiok morning. Rained heavily from around 9plus and continued on until around 2plus. Headed to school around 2 for D&amp;T to meet Saerah at the workshop. Finished up my product and kept it. Will be taking pics tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had a bit of mashed potatoes as &lt;em&gt;alas perut&lt;/em&gt; before heading to CP Banquet for lunch. Saerah PS me seh. ): Ended up eating wanton mee (without the wanton, ha!) while she had chicken balls. Initially eyed the Japanese food stall but the prices were way out of my budget so didn't buy anything there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Headed over to Metro to buy my tanktops. :D Actually wanted to buy the red &amp; blue ones but Saerah successfully psychoed me to buy the brown &amp;amp; light green ones. The former is not that bad actually. (: So bought them. Lucky for me, they were on sale! From $11.80 per tanktop to &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; tanktops for $13.80! Quite a great buy, no? :D Cheaper than Topshop's overpriced $18 per tanktop. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went home after that after buying a can of Pepsi to drink. Accidentally burped out loud when there was a guy behind me! XD Embarrassing lah but he didn't look horrified or amused so. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow's EL prelims. A bit scared especially paper two. Wish me luck, eh? :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you. Didn't get to see you today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you're well. And studying hard. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5822804742906428167?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5822804742906428167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5822804742906428167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5822804742906428167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5822804742906428167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-very-short-day.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4069101161909122322</id><published>2007-08-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:39:06.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for not updating these past few days. *yawns* Kinda tired. -.- Schoolwork and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, D&amp;T deadline is just a couple of days away! God, I'll sure &lt;em&gt;mati&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. Okay. Today, Saerah came back from school. :D Quite happy to see her but I could sense that something was wrong with her so I didn't ask about last week. I was glad to be the one that got her back to normal. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Math SSP sucked. I wish Miss ____ would get into an accident or something. She's so annoying. Stop blaming us for everything, please? We all know that you enjoy talking and promising but they're just empty promises. Okay? Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have no school tomorrow~! But I'm coming back in the afternoon to do my D&amp;T. No choice already. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wish me luck! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4069101161909122322?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4069101161909122322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4069101161909122322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4069101161909122322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4069101161909122322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-for-not-updating-these-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-1176369547029046050</id><published>2007-08-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:32:28.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, layout change again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got a bit &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; of the old one. I think this fits me better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-1176369547029046050?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/1176369547029046050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=1176369547029046050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1176369547029046050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1176369547029046050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-layout-change-again.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-5454048427642272459</id><published>2007-08-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:22:43.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling rather lethargic lately. Must be the weather combined with schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Today I saw a bird that got sliced in half. By the ceiling fan in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very poor thing, you know. ): Those small kind. Poor Jeha had to be an eyewitness. I think it was bleeding alot but I only saw the two halves on the floor so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I had more to write but I- OH! English oral. Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bloody fucking topic. Oh my god. How the fuck am I supposed to talk about outer space? No exposure, no general interest in it and very little knowledge? What the hell are the O Level setters on? Crack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking outer space, I tell you. Bloody fuckity fuck topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhales deeply* Okay, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm kinda used to being taken for granted now. It's okay, right? I'm always there, no matter what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry. One day, I'll screw you over back so hard, you won't know what hit you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your body language tells me everything. But I don't want to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Can I stay in my fantasies?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-5454048427642272459?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/5454048427642272459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=5454048427642272459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5454048427642272459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/5454048427642272459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-rather-lethargic-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-4102190626435303019</id><published>2007-08-18T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:00:09.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I changed my layout. Got a little tired and &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; of the black. I think it looks good, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-4102190626435303019?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/4102190626435303019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=4102190626435303019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4102190626435303019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/4102190626435303019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-changed-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7243687378552345014</id><published>2007-08-16T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:17:14.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel a little lazy to update so I'll give you a short one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School rocked today because there was no SSP. And I hate rude people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'm falling deeper for you. Today was proof of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7243687378552345014?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7243687378552345014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7243687378552345014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7243687378552345014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7243687378552345014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-little-lazy-to-update-so-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-9004922549606902236</id><published>2007-08-15T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:50:30.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate Gwee Sokling, TYVM. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Argh. I think I should stop drinking cold drinks. I've started coughing like mad everytime I drink them so. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'll try to buck up now. Prelims are a few weeks away. I really need to score for my O's even if I don't fucking know what I want to do after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp; I pray that my voice fully heals by next week or God help me. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't see you today. Disappointing. Maybe tomorrow might be a little promising?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if someone has already captured your heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-9004922549606902236?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/9004922549606902236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=9004922549606902236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9004922549606902236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/9004922549606902236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-gwee-sokling-tyvm.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7327329471983130192</id><published>2007-08-14T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:21:06.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*INSERT BIG FAT YAWN HERE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Public Service Announcement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sigh* I hate PE sometimes. I hate Frisbee. I hate running around on an empty stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girls, we gotta train harder if we want to be somewhere in the competition. Especialy our throwing. Needs improvement. And we need teamwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, so after that was SS. I immediately took off my shoes upon entering class and was like that until recess time. Got back my question d that I had done a few weeks back. L5/7 lei. No bad, huh? :D Excuse me, let me hao lian a bit more. XD I'm proud of myself, okay. :D I thought my CR skills had deproved because I had been getting quite low marks for SBCS lately. -__-;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then, it was EL. Nothing much. Did Oral exercise. Erm, I kinda fell asleep around ten minutes as it approached recess. XD Frisbee tired me out. -.- So went to change barefoot at the toilet in the Science block. Saw Ragu and was told something that made me pissed at Miss ___. Wah lau. Such an unreliable source! Nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went for D&amp;T. Mr _____ lectured us for about twenty minutes. I realize that I must buck up lah and finish my product, especially. Deadline is in less than two weeks from now and my product is only half completed. But I think I just assemble the damn thing can already. :D And concentrate on my folio. After all, the folio carries more weightage, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SSP after that. Had to go to another class. I hate that class. Some people cannot just STFU and do their work. But, okay lah, I managed to complete my worksheets and get the fuck out of there. Headed for KFC at CP with Eileen and Jac. Ate two-piece chicken and gossiped about stuff. We are such bitches, haha. Saw Marcus and Edwin as we were heading out. Loitered around the basement area for a while and then headed home. Took a nap till about nine. -__- I am such a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had my daily quota of him. :D Probably more than usual and he wasn't as close as before but it's okay. My heart is happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish he were to fall for me as I am falling for him but that is just rather unfortunate wishful thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7327329471983130192?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7327329471983130192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7327329471983130192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7327329471983130192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7327329471983130192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/insert-big-fat-yawn-here-public-service.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-643921717294037496</id><published>2007-08-13T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:36:21.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm still alive, not to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just didn't feel like updating because nothing happened much during the few days holiday. Except Friday, when I went out with Dickson, Sokling and Jac. Much love to them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was tiring, what else is new? Math SSP and-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, MT results were released today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got a B4 but I don't think I'd want to retake the exam. It's so tiring to do it and I'm quite satisfied with my B4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, hmm. I'm supposed to be recovering today but I kept dry coughing. -__- Sucks. But I hope I won't fall ill again. It's kinda sucky when you're sick with a sore throat. Fevers and runny noses are okay. But a sore throat isn't. Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm done here. Yeah, my updates are nothing much but kiss my ass if you're unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm off to spy at some people's blogs and then go slack a bit before doing my D&amp;T folio. I'm kinda happy that my blog isn't widely read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It means that I can happily tell you how much of a bitch ____ is and how I'd like ____ to fuck me senseless and that Miss/Mr/Mdm ______ can fuck off and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw him up close today. I think I melted a little on the spot. I could barely keep that smile off my face. I'm so crazy over him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-643921717294037496?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/643921717294037496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=643921717294037496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/643921717294037496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/643921717294037496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-still-alive-not-to-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-2232677838935213494</id><published>2007-08-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:00:24.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Didn't go to school today. Not going to school tomorrow either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fever. Sore throat. Ugh, I feel like dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honey, your English is sadly not so good. Please hao lian somewhere else. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-2232677838935213494?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/2232677838935213494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=2232677838935213494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2232677838935213494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/2232677838935213494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/didnt-go-to-school-today_07.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-1536169155050782084</id><published>2007-08-04T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:38:03.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supposed to be okay with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am. But sometimes, it gets to me. And I get jealous and upset.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I should change. That might help things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, right. And then, pigs would fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-1536169155050782084?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/1536169155050782084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=1536169155050782084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1536169155050782084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/1536169155050782084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-supposed-to-be-okay-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34522402.post-7434142246457752392</id><published>2007-08-03T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:00:13.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So tired today. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll keep it short and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went for Sports Heats again. Funny thing is, there was a lot of time spent trying to convince people to participate in the events. &amp; some people know how to get on your nerves lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was supposed to run the 4 x 400m race but ended up as a reserve. In the end though, I ended up not running because Jac turned up late and missed her 200m race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unfortunately for us, some bitch "fainted" a few feet away from the finish line. Everyone was pissed and we were thoroughly convinced that it was acting. So we got disqualified. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, when everything ended, went to HG Mall's Magic Wok for dinner with Winwin, Noel, Jac, Eileen, Yuhyang, Boon Kwang, Raymond, Junhao, Jeha and Kasturri. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't miss anyone, right?&lt;/span&gt; We were such a big group and were pretty noisy. &amp; I think I should learn not to talk so loud. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went our separate ways after that and took bus 80 home. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder what's the best yet sneaky way to find out if someone's attached...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34522402-7434142246457752392?l=nowpressreset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/feeds/7434142246457752392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34522402&amp;postID=7434142246457752392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7434142246457752392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34522402/posts/default/7434142246457752392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nowpressreset.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>numb</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
