<?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-23367072</id><updated>2011-07-31T15:34:29.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Words, Infinite Dreams and a Whole Load of Other Crap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7052529871615407881</id><published>2010-06-21T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:44:06.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food VS Aining</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Food VS Aining&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop -  He is 10% of the reason I get up in the morning, the other 90% is because I need to pee.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop -  He is 10% of the reason I get up in the morning, the other 90% is because I need to pee.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop -  He is 10% of the reason I get up in the morning, the other 90% is because I need to pee.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop -  He is 10% of the reason I get up in the morning, the other 90% is because I need to pee.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANCY U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking abt tt&lt;br /&gt;when im about to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day&lt;br /&gt;when im dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my death bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling u my death wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can so imagine u saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okie wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can i eat first?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den...i would have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....n.......n........ " and died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u happily eating&lt;br /&gt;ur wadever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see AN EMPTY BED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u'll be filled with REMORSE&lt;br /&gt;and GUILT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.. i found this in my draft.... Laughing out loud when I read it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7052529871615407881?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7052529871615407881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7052529871615407881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7052529871615407881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7052529871615407881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/06/food-vs-aining.html' title='Food VS Aining'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1689604864885253622</id><published>2010-06-06T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:55:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WTH moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WTH moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a small cut on the sole of my right foot... it looked harmless, but its quite painful when I lay my foot straight on the ground, as it rubs with the floor's merciless rough texture. The pain is like salt on a wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO... I decided to stick a nice Disney plaster to make myself feel better.. See? So cheerful.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479328573047616578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/TAp8TnQmtEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4sZPoXxSLpE/s400/IMG_0700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So happily, I walked with my leg slanted, to prevent the wound from touching the ground still.. Because, even with the plaster, it still hurts a little when press on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who cares, right? I've got the cute piglet plaster... I'm &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!! KNS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, from a small cut, become...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479331998019946514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/TAp_a-RpCBI/AAAAAAAAAOk/5Gp4kSFXJzI/s400/IMG_0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479332152719491586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/TAp_j-k4wgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/AelYg1jvqN8/s400/IMG_0702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes.... 2-3steps of walking AFTER the happy plaster, I bloody sprained my ankle...... That moment.... Seriously, I was literally going "WTF!".. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its super WTH-ly WTH... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were to sprain my leg at the marathon, Its UNDERSTANDABLE.. but for THIS reason?!?!?! It's really, ^*#(&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;%#@#^....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1689604864885253622?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1689604864885253622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1689604864885253622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1689604864885253622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1689604864885253622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/06/wth-moment.html' title='A WTH moment'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/TAp8TnQmtEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4sZPoXxSLpE/s72-c/IMG_0700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-406618957996285310</id><published>2010-04-30T17:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:20:52.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, it is like shitting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of the below sentences for love, and shitting.. it applies to both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can try to force it to happen all you want, but if the right feeling isn't there, no matter how hard you force it, nothing would come out. Well, you'll only achieve pain, agony and a blue face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;However, when it is time for it to happen, no matter how much you try to control it or stop it, it will eventually.... erm.... you know.... show itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;If you really DID control it, and it gets constipated/bottled inside ur heart for too long, you will eventually feel very uneasy and the thought of it will ALWAYS be on your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, the feelings need to be cultivated for it to come out smoothly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;If you sit at a position for too long, your butt will get numb. Just like love. So move! Keep things moving for the both of you. Find activities to spice up the love, so it won't be dead still.. or you'll get a numb butt.. And with a numb butt.. You can't feel anything anymore right? So move that ass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you'll feel that its over. But when you are about to leave, the feeling comes back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;When it is too much to bear, you will experience pain and u'll wish at that moment, that you have a bigger asshole(bigger heart/courage) to just endure it through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both love and shitting feels good when you are experiencing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;You can forego it for one day, two days.. But when you have not experienced it for many days.. It shows on your face... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When it isn't smooth, u'll feel frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And last of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it gets stuck in the middle of nowhere.. it is up to you to either push it out? or suck it back in! Hahahahahha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there you have it.. Love - shit relationship!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. and yes... I thought about this in the toilet while shitting.. It suddenly dawn upon me that they both are really alike!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just that, love is beautiful and shitting is ugly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well.. Enjoy the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jocelyn &lt;s&gt;shitting&lt;/s&gt; signing off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-406618957996285310?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/406618957996285310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=406618957996285310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/406618957996285310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/406618957996285310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-shit.html' title='Love Shit'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3935432185167777112</id><published>2010-04-22T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:30:37.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone! Its the morning dirty chat with Karen and Jocelyn once again.&lt;br /&gt;But like I said before,(I think I said before), to understand these talks/jokes, you have to have at least a dirty mind.. No need filthy mind.. but just DIRTY mind.. hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Karen and I were talking about eating candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电乌龟！says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oohh..eating my happy rainbow candies now&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(from here onwards.. it started sounding dirty.. But i didn't realise it until she pointed out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ - Interesting dream.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oohh!&lt;br /&gt;is it nice?&lt;br /&gt;is it sweet?&lt;br /&gt;how long does it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电乌龟！says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;becoz its RAINBOW&lt;br /&gt;its a mixture of sweet and sour&lt;br /&gt;but nth strong&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;2-3min?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ - Interesting dream.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAST?&lt;br /&gt;its quite big leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电乌龟！says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ - Interesting dream.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电乌龟！says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ - Interesting dream.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its big compared to the one i ate&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;unless u bite it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电乌龟！says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u realise our convo can sound wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ - Interesting dream.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电乌龟！says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;i'm biting it&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ - Interesting dream.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电乌龟！says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;kns&lt;br /&gt;hahaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha.. AND.. just a FYI, do u know 50cent - Candy Shop, is a dirty song??? hahaha.. some of you dunno right? Still dance and bounce ur head to the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3935432185167777112?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3935432185167777112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3935432185167777112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3935432185167777112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3935432185167777112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/04/says-oohh.html' title=''/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-185457635117560055</id><published>2010-04-03T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:27:21.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Dream</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a rather interesting dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the entire part, but the last part was very vivid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling and was brought to this place where no one has even been to, because it is one of the hardest place on earth to go. Anyway, I made it there. But I missed my flight back to Singapore because Jarel was talking to his colleagues until 11:45am and we missed our 12pm flight. Because the journey back down takes at least 30minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were forced to climb over mountains to head to a place to settle down at a place to wait for the next day to travel to the airport. Somehow, after all the climbing, we appeared to be at the top a gold waterfall! You know? it looked really very beautiful! The whole waterfall is pouring down GOLD instead of water. BUT, we were at the top.. And the only way down is to jump.&lt;br /&gt;The gold will probably NOT kill me cos its quite fine, like sand. and jumping down might hav a chance of surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was still afraid. So Jarel jumped first. He survived and signalled me to jump. I just stood up there until he have to come back up and throw me down.. YES.. HE THREW ME DOWN!! I landed in the water. (dunno how come become water). Den later I saw him jump down too.. I could hardly move in the water because there are SO many fishes and SHARKS.&lt;br /&gt;Jarel screamed to me to keep moving, or else the sharks will think I'm dead and will eat me up. So I struggled and forced myself to move against the current and the fishes. And what made things worse is the sea urchins! Wah, I needed to force myself to move AND keep my focus well, so I won't step on any of them and get poisoned and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the woohaa.. I got outta the water. Somehow, I was alone, Jarel somehow is not there. So I went to search for him. It was a weird place with old statues and shines. Old, but the place is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next scene, I'm in the imperial army. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was climbing mountains again!.. This time a snow mountain. The army was quite small.. like around 10 people. Led by a few generals. Our missions seemed to be transporting the princess up to the palace.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding some kind of role in the army.. Like, I think I'm the 2nd in command. I have to look out for the others. oh! We have these super horses that can climb mountains! Its like, we are climbing 45 degrees up.. and 90 degrees up!! The horse just hooked themselves on some sandbags and pulled themselves up level by levels. Amazing horses.&lt;br /&gt;I was the last 3 that reached because there's this general that is suppose to guard the princess, he refuses any help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the top of the palace and saw him and the princess still down there, so I put down my bags and went back down to help them. I offered my assistance by reaching out my hand and asked him to hold on to it so I can pull him up.&lt;br /&gt;He just said something like "不！我自己能上去。你先走吧!"&lt;br /&gt;So I just took some of his bags and said "好！那我把这些那上去先.."&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me like with face no choice and said, "Thank you." in English.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, its like a chinese imperial olden army, where we are still carrying spears and those old weapons. But we speak with a mix of english and chinese.. haha.. quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally got the princess up, one of the other generals went up to him and scolded him. Saying things like, "你知道你这个态度能把我们全都害死吗？我们要帮助你,可你不愿意！你知道你这样也会害死公主吗？公主有什么事，你程的起吗！" Yea.. it was sth like that la.. My chinese isn't that good to know the entire thing they were saying.. But the general who was scolding him was quite pissed off.. Like asking him what is he trying to prove to the King by not wanting to be helped by others..&lt;br /&gt;But I just walked away from the scene to do my things cos its non of my business.. den I can't remember the rest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows how to interpret dreams. Please tell me what all these means. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-185457635117560055?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/185457635117560055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=185457635117560055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/185457635117560055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/185457635117560055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-dream.html' title='Interesting Dream'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4634022213516494018</id><published>2010-03-24T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:43:26.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate cockroaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. Hate. Cockroaches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a random meet up with Quek, Jen and Qi this monday. Actually I wanted to go gym. BUT i realised that my keys to the gym locker is in my another bag in Jarel's house. Ughhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to make full use of my time to catch up with a few of them. We had RamenTen?(forgot the name of the place). Jen treated us. How sweet is she? THANKS JEN. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to walk around FEP (Far East Plaza), for them to buy their stuff. Hai.. Shopping days.. I miss them, but have to save for bloody school fees.. Seemed to be always something that is stopping me from spending money. So anyway, we decided that the night is still young, so we went Indochine outside Wisma for a short drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cockroaches - I wish them DEATH, I tell you, DEATH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was enjoying my pint of cold beer, chatting n laughing. And I felt something ticklish crawling on my back. I turned around, and tried to see what is it. AS I TURNED MY HEAD AROUND, that thing, THAT THING, immediately crawled down and ran back behind the sofa. Bad enough, I caught a glimpse of its brown shiny ass to let me know that it is...... a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, I wanted to scream, for I feel so so SO disgusted that it was ON me!! Wah lao way.. I tell you.. DEATH TO ALL COCKROACHES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was sitting very uncomfortably, constantly checking my back to ensure it is not back to haunt me. Check check check, den you know what? Its not behind me, IT IS IN FRONT OF ME!! BESIDE QUEK!! I WAS LIKE!! WTF WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quek did a 'AHHHHHHH!!' and we immediately stood up and prepare to leave. It was less den 10 inches away from her. Now to think about it, thank God it did not get onto her hair. We left the place and head home cos it was getting a little late.&lt;br /&gt;Hai... So on the way back alone, the long walk back home, it seemed like all cockroach has its eyes on me.. I swear I saw at least 3 more that night, lurking in corners, in front of me, scaring me with every turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And den, when I thought all is safe. There's one in the lift. -______-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this two other girls who SAW the cockroach in the lift. One even pointed to it, the other one just went "Eeyo.." But still go in. I seriously do not understand why they are willing to go in. So, I concluded that they are not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funny scene is when the lift door close.......&lt;br /&gt;They started screaming and jumping like mad women!! They continued to scream and jump as the lift went up. And, seeing them go up like that, the only expression on my face is -_- Like, you are afraid of cockroaches, then why the hell you go in the lift when you see one there?!!&lt;br /&gt;Do. not. understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took the other lift, scanned the whole lift up and down, make sure its safe before I head in. When I reached home, I can't tell you how relieved I was. I was like "ahhh.... Finally.. "&lt;br /&gt;It was like a mini adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night, I've been having nightmare about cockroaches. I tell you.. It is not a dream to hav. I remember when I was younger, I had this dream that there were 3 cockroaches blocking my way at the stairs, so I picked up my courage and tried scare them away by stomping my foot on the ground. It was a wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 cockroaches somehow merged into 1 and became a GIANT MASSIVE COCKROACH! Like 2 times my height. (You know? Like power rangers? Like how the zords merged to become MEGAZORD? Ya.. its like that.. ) It just became DAMN BIG! I spent the rest of the dream running away from THAT cockroach. It was Cry, Scream and Run. Tiring dream. And no one was there to save me.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, THIS TIME. I dreamt of that bloody cockroach from Indochine. Let's call it the IndoRoach.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that it somehow managed to climb in my bag and followed me home. And when I opened my bag in the dream, I saw it there. I just immediately closed the bag. I dunno, maybe I was trying to suffocate it and hope it'll die the next day.&lt;br /&gt;BUT the 'next day' in the dream. I forgot.. Yes.. I forgot the cockroach was still in the bag.&lt;br /&gt;I just took out the Lays potato chips from my bag and started eating it in my office.&lt;br /&gt;After eating like the last few, I SAW THE INDOROACH IN THE POTATO CHIP BAG!! SLEEPING!! I Screamed and immediately sealed bag up and threw it in my office pantry bin.&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. that was the last dream. I'm very regretful why didn't I kill it before I dump it in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh.. Even now, I can still feel the ticklish feeling at my back.. Arghh..&lt;br /&gt;How do you all deal with Cockroaches? Is it possible to kill them swiftly and cleanly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, As if to mock me, I read on OMGFacts today, where they talked about Cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know cockroaches are capable of living 30 days without their heads?! HOW AMAZINGLY DISGUSTING IS THAT!!&lt;br /&gt;You may think you have killed them by chopping off their heads, but they'll go "HA HA HA!! I'm not dead YET! I CAN STILL SURVIVE WITHOUT A HEAD AND RUN DISGUSTINGLY AROUND IN YOUR ROOM FOR ANOTHER 30 DAYS!! WOoo!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. Like Mohinder from '&lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt;' said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Man is a narcissistic species by nature. We have colonized the four corners of our tiny planet. But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution. That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach. Capable of living for months without food. Remaining alive headless for weeks at a time. Resistant to radiation. If God has indeed created Himself in His own image, then I submit to you that God is a cockroach. They say that man uses only a tenth of his brain power. Another percent, and we might actually be worthy of God's image... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thought. Since Cockroaches are SO amazing, why aren't they shown like some superhero character? Like 'Cockroachman', or 'Master Cockroach'.&lt;br /&gt;Why is there Spiderman, the ninja turtle's Rat master, Cicakman but just no cockroach?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4634022213516494018?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4634022213516494018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4634022213516494018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4634022213516494018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4634022213516494018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-cockroaches.html' title='I hate cockroaches'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3669368344295416592</id><published>2010-03-22T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:25:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tighter is better!?</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Aining and Karen in the morning. Aining have been deprived from MSN for quite awhile due to unforeseen circumstances. Hahaha.. ANYWAY.. things ALWAYS lead to.. you know.. very suggestive topics... tsk tsk tsk... （Anyway in the below context, TOK refers to " 敲他一笔"）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;how to explain&lt;br /&gt;wads TOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TOK&lt;br /&gt;u dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！   says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explain to her jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;i am SADDENED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told esther to&lt;br /&gt;TOK him tighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！   says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA!!&lt;br /&gt;KNS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！   says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;tighter&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaahHAHHAHAHh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOK TIGHTER  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！   says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn u caught tt! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOK TIGHTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！   says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;waddddd&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;damn u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！   says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;tok means 敲他一笔 u noe?&lt;br /&gt;like tok his money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;i alrdy explain to esther&lt;br /&gt;it means..... JUST WATCH HIM TIGHTER LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y watch him tighter?&lt;br /&gt;WHY TIGHTER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha TIGHT is good    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！   says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn BLOG BLOG!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™  says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;this is going to the hall of fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！   says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! hahahahhaa... quoted from Aining, Tighter is better.. thou i dunno why she explains TOK as watch him tighter.. But still , HAHHAHHAHAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3669368344295416592?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3669368344295416592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3669368344295416592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3669368344295416592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3669368344295416592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/03/tighter-is-better.html' title='Tighter is better!?'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4794694590691032855</id><published>2010-03-19T16:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:35:03.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW WHITE AND THE TI KO PRINCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow white and the Ti Ko Prince&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, as a queen sits sewing at her window, she pricks her finger on her needle and three drops of blood fall on the snow that had fallen on her ebony window frame. As she looks at the blood on the snow, she says to herself, "Oh, how I wish that I had a daughter that had skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony". Soon after that, the queen gives birth to a baby girl who has skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh great, they gave birth to an albino child, who the hell wishes for an albino child!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They name her Princess Snow White. As soon as the child is born, the queen dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, the king takes a new wife, who is beautiful but also very vain. The Queen possesses a magical mirror that answers any question, to whom she often asks: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who in the land is fairest of all?" to which the mirror always replies "You, my queen, are fairest of all." But when Snow White reaches the age of sixteen, she becomes as beautiful as the day, and when the queen asks her mirror, it responds: "Queen, you are full fair, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; true, but Snow White is fairer than you." Though in another version, the mirror simply replies: "Snow White is the fairest of them all." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Deng deng deng~~!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen becomes jealous, and orders a huntsman to take Snow White into the woods to be killed. She demands that the huntsman, as proof of killing Snow White, return with her heart. The huntsman takes Snow White into the forest, but after raising his knife to stab her, he finds himself unable to kill her. Instead, he lets her go, telling her to flee and hide from the Queen. He then brings the queen the heart of a young deer, which is prepared by the cook and eaten by the queen. &lt;strong&gt;(EeeeewWW&lt;em&gt;!! The queen is actually is thinking of eating Snow White's HEART? SICK!Where the King find this Queen? In the mountain cave??? it seems that she just so obsessed that she'll eat any part of snow white. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the forest, Snow White discovers a tiny cottage belonging to seven dwarfs, where she rests. There, the dwarfs take pity on her, saying "If you will keep house for us, and cook, make beds, wash, sew, and knit, and keep everything clean and orderly, then you can stay with us, and you shall have everything that you want." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In short, "as long as you let us use you as a slave, you can stay here.")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They warn her to take care and let no one in when they are away delving in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Queen asks her mirror once again "Who's the fairest of them all?", and is horrified to learn that Snow White is not only alive and well and living with the dwarfs, but is still the fairest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three times the Queen disguises herself and visits the dwarfs' cottage while they are away during the day, trying to kill Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;First, disguised as a peddler, the Queen offers colorful stay-laces and laces Snow White up so tight that she faints, causing the Queen to leave her for dead&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.(How unfortunate..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Snow White is revived by the dwarfs when they loosen the laces. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(oh, Heng ah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the Queen dresses as a different old woman and brushes Snow White's hair with a poisoned comb. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(WTF, would you in your right mind, let some stranger from the woods brush your hair??)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Snow White again collapses, but again is saved by the dwarfs. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Stupid lady, poor dwarfs.. they come home to a lying corpse so frequent cos of snow white's plain stupidity)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Queen makes a poisoned apple, and in the disguise of a farmer's wife, offers it to Snow White. When she is hesitant to accept it, the Queen cuts the apple in half, eats the white part and gives the poisoned red part to Snow White. She eats the apple eagerly&lt;strong&gt;(WTF&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and immediately falls into a deep stupor. &lt;strong&gt;(WAH&lt;em&gt;! Nothing to say! THREE TIMES LEH! Kenna cheated THREE TIMES still never learn ANYTHING?!? )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dwarfs find her, they cannot revive her, and they place her in a glass coffin, assuming that she is dead. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(In my opinion, I think the dwarfs give up on saving her already.. I guess they are thinking "wah laoooo... Kenna cheated AGAIN??? How many times are we coming home to a dead corpse?! Aiyah! don't save le la.. She so stupid.. save already tomorrow also the same..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes, and a prince traveling through the land sees Snow White.&lt;strong&gt;(Hmmm&lt;em&gt;?? The body never rot ah?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He strides to her coffin. The prince is enchanted by her beauty and instantly falls in love with her. He begs the dwarfs to let him have the coffin. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Huh?? IS THIS PRINCE SICK?!!? WHO THE HELL BUYS A COFFIN WITH A DEAD PERSON INSIDE JUST COS HE THINKS SHE IS BEAUTIFUL? What is he gonna do with the body? Wah.. TI KO PRINCE.. Dead girl he also just want.. Can't get the heart, get the body??? Ewwww.. ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince's servants carry the coffin away. While doing so, they stumble on some bushes and the movement causes the piece of poisoned apple to dislodge from Snow White's throat, awakening her. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wow.. how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;convenient)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The prince then declares his love for her and soon a wedding is planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vain Queen, still believing that Snow White is dead, once again asks her mirror who is the fairest in the land, and yet again the mirror disappoints her by responding that "You, my queen, are fair; it is true. But the young queen is a thousand times fairer than you&lt;em&gt;."&lt;strong&gt;(Hahahaa.. the queen must be damn pek chek.. spend so much time kill one, den the mirror STILL say she is not chio-est of all..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Not knowing that this new queen was indeed her stepdaughter, she arrives at the wedding, and her heart fills with the deepest of dread when she realizes the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As punishment for her wicked ways, a pair of heated iron shoes are brought forth with tongs and placed before the Queen. She is then forced to step into the iron shoes and dance until she falls down dead. &lt;strong&gt;(Ok&lt;em&gt;.. this is.. a little gross and cruel don't you think? Think of the blisters on her feet.. The people who taught of this torture isn't better than the evil queen herself!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. This famous fairytale is showing, how a person and be so gullible n dumb! PLUS, SHE IS NOT EVEN A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;BLONDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And, princes at that era, probably is sick in the mind, cos the prince himself is willing to buy a 'beautiful' dead corpse back to his castle for God knows what reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There you have it.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Fairytales&lt;/span&gt; which we find so romantic and sweet when we were kids... Now? you'll just go "WHY!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4794694590691032855?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4794694590691032855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4794694590691032855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4794694590691032855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4794694590691032855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/03/snow-white-and-ti-ko-prince.html' title='SNOW WHITE AND THE TI KO PRINCE'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4865237010998138704</id><published>2010-01-31T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:12:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Exchange Between Designer &amp; Boss [Pic] | I Am Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=46714"&gt;Email Exchange Between Designer &amp;amp; Boss [Pic]  I Am Bored&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Read this.. No extra words needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4865237010998138704?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=46714' title='Email Exchange Between Designer &amp; Boss [Pic] | I Am Bored'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4865237010998138704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4865237010998138704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4865237010998138704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4865237010998138704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/01/email-exchange-between-designer-boss.html' title='Email Exchange Between Designer &amp; Boss [Pic] | I Am Bored'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-8912466158352743722</id><published>2010-01-18T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:33:54.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aining's TIGHT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;HAHAHAHA!! Aining.. you invited this upon yourself..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; and no one is answering me abt the Seoul Gdn lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt; im tight karen, TIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen says:&lt;/strong&gt; icic..lolx.. eeee...aining, EEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!! ok, but i get what u mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says: &lt;/strong&gt;idiot ! WAD WERE U THINKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen says: &lt;/strong&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thunder Pig VII™&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; hhahahahhah!! KAREN !! WTH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again... The dirty Karen has striked again... hahahhaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-8912466158352743722?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/8912466158352743722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=8912466158352743722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8912466158352743722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8912466158352743722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2010/01/ainings-tight.html' title='Aining&apos;s TIGHT?'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-8882845599038866027</id><published>2009-12-22T13:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:07:32.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Skin !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Welcoming another decade. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year is coming to an end, it also marks a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2010 is approaching faster than you could ever imagine!! Tick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 9 days, all of us would bid 2009 goodbye(a horrible year for rabbits), and welcome the arrival of another decade! ( Hopefully, a better year..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.... I decided to write a self-reflection!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate writing down self-reflections, (reminds me of book summary in Secondary School) I feel I had to do it this year as many things has passed/happened during this 10years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is the first self-reflection I'm writing, please say "Bravo! Well done! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Huray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hurah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anywayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Moving along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I start? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There are times in our lives, where we are just... not going anywhere.. like, we're just living our own lives like a passenger on a train ride.&lt;br /&gt;Some, always stayed on the lonely train, mindlessly dashing forward, but not knowing what they want to achieve. They may be successful in their career, in exchange of a meaningless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some, get off at pit stops, made some friends, and stayed there without hopping back on the train. And they may even go through their whole lives just like that, not having goals, not moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others, get off at pit stops, made some friends and brought those friends abroad on the ride. Moving forward with their friends, laughing and enjoying the ride.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm using a train as a metaphor.. Bare with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even times during the ride, you decided to look out of the window, and all you see is grass and sand. And you ask yourself, "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!" This question would hit most people in some point of their lives. And when this question hit them, some panicked, like I did when I turned 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered waking up in the morning and just sat at the edge of my bed on my 21st birthday. Suddenly dizzy with hundreds, no.. THOUSANDS of thoughts running to my head. I was practically hyperventilating. Scared? Yes. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a little too exaggerating la.. But seriously, the questions just ran to me. Screaming to me, "You are already 21 !! What have you achieved in life? What do you plan to do? Is your current life satisfactory ? Where do you want to be in life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was scared.. really. Because I seriously did not know what DO I want in life. And I did not know where I want to be or what I want in the future. Its like.. You know you have to get life sorted out FAST in order to start heading in the right direction, but your desires and goals are just nowhere to be found or defined. You are just living for the sake of living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm glad I got past that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;traumatizing&lt;/span&gt; morning and calmed myself down. Figured that a panicked mind wouldn't help. I knew time will show what I wanted the most. What career I wanted to pursue. What kind of life I wanted to live.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, to sum up. I wanted to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to do that, I can't be constantly be worrying about unimportant things.&lt;br /&gt;There's no point of wallowing in self-pity, telling myself that I can't do this.. I can't do that.. Because that would only make me more frustrated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few life-changing events happened in the past. Some pleasant and a few unpleasant ones. All taught me valuable lessons. Some events are my personal secrets. Things which I am not proud of. (Don't ask) I'm glad that I'm given a second chance to pull my life back in place.&lt;br /&gt;Always note that there's no easy way out of anything. You can take the short cuts, yes. But you would be throwing yourself on the verge of losing everything, just for that one path that might look easier at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the short cuts once, but met an uncle along the way who told me that, "There's always a thin line between right and wrong. Sometimes we drift away from what we think is right just to get what we want. Some refuse to take advise. Some rebel against supporting words of others. But its your life, you choose your own life to live. You want to be happy? Or do you want to live life like this. When you walk out of this door, you have to choose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*OK.. Point to clear up. I wasn't trying to commit suicide. Just to clear the air. Although it sounded like it. I was just down in a point of life and was lost in myself. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people.. I had that moment in life too. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a lesson that cleared up some of the questions I have in life.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. to sum up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self reflect and see where u want to go. Don't let yourself drift. Take advices, take action, live your life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;As for relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt too. 4years ago. Something happened.&lt;br /&gt;No one intended it to turn out the way it ended. Things were left unsaid, things were left undone.&lt;br /&gt;Results - A good friend, turned to someone who fumes at the sound of your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use repeating the stories as it has already been 4 years. We should both move on from what is dragging us back. You, holding on to the mess I have caused you in your life. And I, constantly reaching out to you, wanting back a friendship that is still dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point where by, apologising has lost its meaning. And we were just stuck in a loophole.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it just doesn't matter who is right or wrong. Gotta put the past behind. Carrying all that hate in your heart doesn't do good to you too. When you hate me, will the past change?No. When you hate me, will the present be much more happier? No.&lt;br /&gt;The only way to lift this stone off your heart is to let it go. I would understand your hate and anger you held when it first started. But. Its been 4 years. Carrying this hate, this misery, constantly reminding yourself that I caused all the mess in your life. Its enough. Pick yourself up. One setback isn't the end of your life. Only you can determine your own happiness. You want to be happy? be sad? its actually your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg : A guy who has lost a leg could cry all his life thinking how pathetic he has become, cry about all the things he can't do, all the things he could have done. But.. constantly self inflicting all these negative thoughts, he has missed the whole fact that he is still alive!! And when you are alive, there's infinite things you can do. It just depends how you decide to see your life. Do you want to constantly see it from a pessimistic point of view? Or do you want to get rid of unimportant issues that is now dragging you back on your life, and strongly move on and thank God for everything that has happened that made you understood some things which you didn't understand before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am appreciative of all the sacrifices that you have done for me. And I'm regretful that I can't return any of it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt - Never live things overnight. Solve problems/fights as soon as possible. Talk it out. Because you'll never know, something that may seem insignificant to you at a point of time, may blow up to something so big that may explode at your face before you knew you were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You may think that by walking away or avoiding the problems, you are giving both the time to put the problem behind. Yes the problem is put aside.. but not solved. And during this period, misunderstandings may occur, accusations may start, feelings may be hurt. All these JUST because you think it is not important to talk things out. And when the problems are piled up. One day, one big fight may not hold all those problems and things will turn out ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't say more. Just.. thank you for all you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 years plus since that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; company dinner in Buffalo that led us to where we are now. Even though I somewhat disliked him in the past. He proved me wrong with his constant sincerity. We gave ourselves a chance even thou we did not know what was coming at us. And I'm glad we did. And it worked out pretty well. He is the best la ah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered we both started out damn poor. I was a student and was drawing a pathetic salary of $400-800/month. And he was not much better that time. Buffalo pay sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And despite that, activities mostly evolve around food. We had supper almost everyday after work and cabbing back. Its like.. most of our pay, we spent it in a month. And near the end of the month, you can see our bank accounts hit a low amount of $2.67 or those amount which you can't draw out la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was practically NO savings, things hit rock bottom when we both were left jobless.(between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; 'Aug07-'Dec07) And we were in desperate need to find jobs. But all places were offering $5-6/hr with unstable hours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to find ways to have enough to eat. So strategies where thought out and we ended up selling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; when the market was still hot. Managed to earn $10-30 per deal and it was enough to get by while we continue to go for interviews and madly sending resumes. This went on for quite awhile and both of us were frustrated, tired and giving up hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up working in a few places before I was offered at my current company and he was accepted in his. The next few months was not so bad as more stable income are coming in. And bu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;zhi&lt;/span&gt; bu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jue&lt;/span&gt;.. We have stood by each other for all these time. We did not give up on one another. Constantly pushing each other forward. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;. all the drama.. Like we very poor like tat. But I guess this made us stronger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;. I love him still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I feel, risk should sometimes be taken. Even though you may think things may not work out with that person, but if you took the chance, something good may come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Applies ONLY to SINGLES.. Those with wives and girlfriends if you are hitting on another girl, I wish that your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gfs&lt;/span&gt;/ wives leaves you for another man and may your nuts rot.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. A little vicious. But damn those man who cheats on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;gfs&lt;/span&gt;/WIVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those who cheated:&lt;/em&gt; I don't hate you as a friend. I can still talk to you. I'm just happy that I'm not WITH you. You might be a nice friend, but you are a horrible boyfriend. (same applies to girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. Another lesson : Working adults, please ALWAYS SAVE aside some $$... at least 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; of your current pay.. you never know when you'll need the money to get by rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the saying, 'A friend in need is a friend indeed'. As quote from a friend, she said. "Actually when you are in trouble, you can really see who is the one who will stand by you.". That is actually true.&lt;br /&gt;I have made many friends since primary school till now. Some stood by me, some left after sometime. What I want you all to know is, life always have some unexpected things coming our way, throwing off track, forcing us to change the course of the train. As a friend, we are there to pull you back onto the right track.. and there's nothing to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt; about. All you need to do is ask. For me, my thinking is, if you trust me enough to tell me your problems, I don't see a reason why I shouldn't help. Of cos, I have to trust you enough too to help you la... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends are the one who leaves pleasant childhood memories and not 童年&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;陰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;影s.. And some lead you through the tough secondary school life where your heart has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; like a 100,000,000 times... They will sit by you and listen to you. And not forgetting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;bandmates&lt;/span&gt;, who also shares laughter and tears together. Year 2003 of my sec sch life I will never forget. How we cried together and strive towards the common goal we all wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When we have been forced to leave sec school, friends were also forced to make different decisions.. Decisions that made a seperation inevitable. But how we kept in touch is the effort to pull our friendship together. We will be busy with commitments, of cos, but it is taking out time from our busy schedule to do a short meet up.. eat some comforting dinner.. pour out some woes.. laugh over some stupid things. Although a frequent meet up is not always possible, only a handful remained understanding and not adding more pressure than the everyday life has for each of us. That is friendship, people. Simple, but enough. There is no need for expensive gifts or big parties or constant surprises. What's so bad about sitting around at a table, eating and enjoying each other's company? Can you determine a friendship by the worth of gifts he/she sents you? No. I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When we have matured a little more, we have poly friends to help you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; all the tough study times. Sharing notes and studying together, helping me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the 3 years in N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;gee&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nn&lt;/span&gt;.. I OWE YOU ALL MY LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den there are some friends who we meet along the way in jobs, outings, friend's friends... People who filled up my life with more smiles and laughters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those close enough to me, should know me by now. I can be shy when I am left alone with strangers and open up slowly only when there are crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; around.(yes.. I will experience shyness..)&lt;br /&gt;And if I am introduced to people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; friends, I tend to be more of myself. I dunno, I guess being around friends has that magical boost of confidence when talking to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, I am glad I have known more interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who will go crazy with me.. And I am also glad that, those who went crazy with me last time, are STILL crazy. =D&lt;br /&gt;I wish to say, thank you and I love you all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;oK&lt;/span&gt;.. its been a long long post. Thank you for those who bothered to read till the very last word.&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest my eyes now. I know some paragraphs are talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; random things. Because now my brain is in random mode. I'M TIRED! I've been typing since dunno what time. (Don't say I too free at work!) Anyway, I need to go off soon. I'm meeting KAREN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;SIEW&lt;/span&gt; WAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;XIN&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, who discovered the other meaning to Norah Jones' song, "Don't Know Why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A conversation just now.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen : &lt;em&gt;(started singing) &lt;/em&gt;Don't know why~ I didn't come~.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ooohh&lt;/span&gt;~ Don't know why.. I didn't come..&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!! Eh.. actually it's quite sad if the song is really singing about her sex life ah..&lt;br /&gt;Me: She waited until she saw the sun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;Karen : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.. Oh.. That depends, Jocelyn. Depends on what time they started it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.- oh.. ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. That is Karen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt; for you folks ! I have to go pee... den I go offline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;.. see you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OFF&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-8882845599038866027?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/8882845599038866027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=8882845599038866027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8882845599038866027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8882845599038866027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-skin.html' title='New Year, New Skin !'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3618173654385559790</id><published>2009-12-11T14:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:55:57.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Lyrics in Innocent Songs.. tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>Have you ever looked back on songs you had mindlessly sung to when u were a little &lt;s&gt;goat&lt;/s&gt; kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Some of us have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has taken a toll on us when we found out what those lyrics actually mean !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;*Warning, Viewer's discretion. Possible Dirty Context depends on your level of dirty humor*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets Start off with the one you sang at Nursery School shall we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoo Song (Nursery)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to the Zoo, Zoo, Zoo&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout You, You, You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can COME too too too, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to the Zoo, Zoo, Zoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asking people to cum in the zoo ???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 Become 1&lt;/u&gt; (Spice Girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candlelight and soul forever&lt;br /&gt;Dream of you and me together&lt;br /&gt;Say you believe it say you believe it&lt;br /&gt;Free your mind of doubt and danger&lt;br /&gt;be for real don't be a stranger&lt;br /&gt;We can achieve it we can achieve it&lt;br /&gt;Come a little bit closer baby get it on get it on&lt;br /&gt;'cause tonight is the night when 2 become 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love like I've never needed love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna make love to ya baby&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;--- (&lt;strong&gt;You were singing this line while you were in Pri 5/6, my friends..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had a little love now I'm back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna make love to ya baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your spirit free, it's the only way to be&lt;br /&gt;Silly games that you were playing&lt;br /&gt;Empty words we both were saying&lt;br /&gt;Let's work it out boy, let's work it out boy&lt;br /&gt;Any deal that we endeavor&lt;br /&gt;boys and girls feel good together&lt;br /&gt;Take it or leave it, take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;Are you as good as I remember baby? Get it on, Get it on&lt;br /&gt;'cause tonight, is the night,when 2 become 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love like I've never needed love before&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make love to ya baby&lt;br /&gt;I had a little love, now I'm back for more&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make love to ya baby&lt;br /&gt;Set your spirit free, it's the only way to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be a little bit wiser baby, put it on, put it on&lt;-- (!!! Put what thing on!! hahahah!! )(Since she is singing to ask him be wiser, I guess she is asking him to put a condom on.. =X Again, let me remind you... Pri sch children.. singing THIS... Including us.. Great sex education thou.. But still... It's kinda sick hearing kids sing this..) &lt;/strong&gt;'cause tonight is the night when 2 become 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this Jazzy Nice song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't Know Why (Norah Jones)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I waited 'til I saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I left you by the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the break of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of kneeling in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Catching teardrops in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out across the endless sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die in ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be a bag of bones&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the road along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has to make you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I feel as empty as a drum&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's YOUR turn to tell me what’s wrong with this song… HAHAHAHHAHAA.. !!!&lt;br /&gt;(*Hint :Read the words in bold… which seem to have more ‘meaning’ in them as it appears to be.. hahahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still MUCH more songs that have more meanings and doesn't appear to be as pure as you tink it is when you were young... There's always dirty humor everywhere... Lurking in every corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone remember BJ ? Barney's Friend ? The yellow dinosaur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Have you EVER wonder what is going thru the scripwriter's head or WHAT the scripwriter was doing when he decided to call this character a BJ ???? hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who dunno who the hell is BJ, I've made life a little easier for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413929950942757810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SyIkmyzKg7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/pUCxrfkIfWg/s400/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Well.. leaves you think about the importance of listening carefully to lyrics right ? Cos you'll never know what you OR your kids are singing.. hahaha!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.. Adios my Amigos ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3618173654385559790?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3618173654385559790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3618173654385559790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3618173654385559790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3618173654385559790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/12/dirty-lyrics-in-innocent-songs-tsk-tsk.html' title='Dirty Lyrics in Innocent Songs.. tsk tsk'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SyIkmyzKg7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/pUCxrfkIfWg/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-335661447421575925</id><published>2009-11-17T01:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:14:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iphone worst applications</title><content type='html'>Hahaa! When it comes to applications, the iPhone has it all. Want to control your TV? There's an app for that. Want to find the nearest Chinese restaurant? There's an app for that. Want to record your bowel habits and share them with your friends? Yup, there's an app for that, too. A program called Poop the World somehow squeezed its way into Apple's iPhone App Store this month. For $1.99, the app combines the iPhone's GPS power with your own notes to create a public diary of your private business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb? Sure. Pointless? Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Number 1 shall we ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404761404730587634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SwGR3Ki1OfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aASF7Vx_SRs/s400/170157-fatburner2k_slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're too lazy to eat right and work out, FatBurner2K is just the app for you--provided, that is, that you're also incredibly gullible.&lt;br /&gt;FatBurner 2K claims to "turn your iPhone into the gym that works on your terms." (Those terms, we assume, are watching "Roseanne" reruns while eating jelly doughnuts.) FatBurner's secret: The app makes your iPhone vibrate. Apparently, that tiny vibration, placed upon your massive belly, will magically transform you from Mr. Jiggles to Mr. McConaughey.&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, that's 99 cents you won't be spending on Skittles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404762136950560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SwGShyRrVfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DanX5rLyhQk/s400/170157-hair-clinic-for-man-and-woman_slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can return the Rogaine--your iPhone holds the power to keeping your hair looking good. Hair Clinic For Man and Woman claims to be the "world's first mobile hair clinic system." Its makers say the app generates inaudible frequencies that "promote blood circulation around hair roots." All you have to do is move the handset around your scalp while the app sends the frequencies.&lt;br /&gt;If you actually pay $8.99 for this thing, you deserve all the strange looks you'll get for rubbing your shiny phone on your shiny (and, sorry, still balding) head in public.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaa.. This is 2 of the funnier ones of showing how ppl can be so gullible to even purchase these (If they do... THEY ARE EVEN MORE GULLIBLE THAN ME !!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh btw, all credits are given to PC world.. I did not write all those.. Go check it out ... its called 'the 10 most idiotic iphone apps'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-335661447421575925?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/335661447421575925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=335661447421575925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/335661447421575925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/335661447421575925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/11/iphone-worst-applications.html' title='iphone worst applications'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SwGR3Ki1OfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aASF7Vx_SRs/s72-c/170157-fatburner2k_slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6839319193749350257</id><published>2009-10-02T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:17:02.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sign at Tanjong Pagar.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. saw this on my way back from lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387942401160205010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SsXRETtrUtI/AAAAAAAAANs/zdougag1-M0/s400/kxnm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So.... &lt;strong&gt;Where will the parking offenders be referred to den ???&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha.. ok ok.. I know I know what the sign is TRYING to say.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just saying.. It really does look like it's written as a single sentence...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least maybe say "Strictly no parking" den add a line below or something, seperating it to say "Offenders will be referred to the Traffic Police " right...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6839319193749350257?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6839319193749350257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6839319193749350257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6839319193749350257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6839319193749350257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/10/sign-fail.html' title='Sign Fail'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SsXRETtrUtI/AAAAAAAAANs/zdougag1-M0/s72-c/kxnm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2524299756219581385</id><published>2009-10-01T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:53:14.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you marry me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boxing !!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Aining and me went to the gym, she had this personal training session with one of the trainers.. I.. was suppose to accompany her.. Cos maybe she's afraid the trainer will kill her or something like that.. hahaa... So... We got ready and waited for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came down.. we were seperated.. -___-&lt;br /&gt;He brought down another trainer.. and suggested that we do one to one training session so he can concentrate on Aining. I'm a little reluctant cos... You noe.. I only there to accompany.. I don't really have the intention to really exercise that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. what to do.. Though I told the other trainer "huh.. I'm only there to accompany her.. I... Don't really want to exercise today.. "&lt;br /&gt;Den he went like, "nvm la.. you can hav a PT (personal training) with me.. while waiting for your friend too.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you noe... I'm introduced to the boxing ring.. x_X&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to sit down on the chair while he help mi tie the Boxing hand wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its some freaking long sash that starts with a ring around your thumb and you tie around your hands before you wear the boxing gloves to protect your hands and knuckles from all the punching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I noe, he got down on one knee... holding the end of the ring of the cloth and asked, "Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;hahhaah.. Awww...&lt;br /&gt;And what can I say ? I went, "Ha-haha... ah... what the hell? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it looked super awkward with him wrapping my fingers and hand.. with him on one knee... it took him quite long to wrap.. Cos the thing was so freaking longggg..... I just sat there with one hand out and can't do anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. my hands were finally all wrapped up and they look like I'm bandaged with a purple cast. I look injured.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;BUT! There's still GLOVES ! I must say.. they look quite cute.. hahaa.. Though you have to squeeze your hands in it..&lt;br /&gt;But when i got in the gloves.. I look clumpsy..&lt;br /&gt;Like I have really big red hands... no.. no... its really BIG red CUTE hands.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. so I entered the boxing ring.. Den the trainer said, "Punch me.."..&lt;br /&gt;I went, "WHAT!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya.. I'm serious, punch me.. "&lt;-- Punch his palms.. So.. i went, "ok~ if that's what you want.. " And, I punched him.. (his palms) He didn't seem to hurt.. partly because I was unwilling to punch a un-armored person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den shortly.. we were punching and punching.. Its rather fun.. But don't see like that punch punch... can really get tired.. cos he keep moving around.. and you have to.. 追他來打.. chase him and beat.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was punching happily den he said.. "ok.. Kick me.. here"(points to his arm) I was like wah lao... why you so emo one! I punch you you still want me to kick you.. Den I dare not kick too hard.. Cos he was not wearing any paddings at his arm... He claims that his muscles are his padding.. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok lor.. I kick.. But of cos.. When you have no intention to kick someone, You will restrain your full strength.. So I just kick.. he keep saying "harder! harder!".. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he use the padding.. cos I really dare not really kick him =\ So shortly after all the kicking and punching and kneeing him... I was seriously tired.. He himself is also sweating lor... I asked, 'Why are you sweating! I'm the one punching !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to rest, he asked me to do push ups!! ARGH!! But with the Gloves.. quite comfortable la.. The sponge of the glove really helps in the support. Quite a good work out.. Anyway.. I really quite enjoy the experience la.. Very xing xian... definitely will try it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;urray for another new experience made in 2009 !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2524299756219581385?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2524299756219581385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2524299756219581385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2524299756219581385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2524299756219581385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will you marry me?'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4393801487659374313</id><published>2009-09-30T16:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:43:01.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a milkshake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a MilkShake? =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a company lunch today at a Place called 'TUNA'... We were confused whether it was 'A Japanese Style Korean Restaurant' OR 'A Korean style Japanese Restaurant'. The Zao Pai and the wet tissue wrapper just contradict each other.. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That aside, the food was alright.. Not too bad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main point of this post is to introduce this place called "Once upon a Milkshake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Located at &lt;strong&gt;32 Maxwell&lt;/strong&gt;, beside the &lt;strong&gt;Red Dot Traffic Building&lt;/strong&gt;... a rather hidden cafe if you ask me.. Its at the carpark area, AWAY from the main roads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The concept of the shop is quite interesting.. You'll feel like a cow.... Ok.. not really....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the place is quite nice and cosy to sit and chat... They even have candlelight seats for those couples.. hahaha.. But table quite small.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387174208570572194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SsMWZnT-vaI/AAAAAAAAANU/HgbtOhRnUBo/s400/vwjf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cosy place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387174445049627650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SsMWnYQ-xAI/AAAAAAAAANc/OxSYCHCu-OA/s400/yimj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Candlelight SMALL tables.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My new colleague, Jason wanted to try the drinks.. So he bought the medium(which looked like a Starbucks Tall/Small Size). And when got the receipt.. I swear I could see the -___- in his face.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387175418446382322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SsMXgCc2hPI/AAAAAAAAANk/i7gIPYA7dqE/s400/km1de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAHAHAH!! You were served by the &lt;strong&gt;'FAIRY GOD MOTHER'&lt;/strong&gt; ! hahahahahha!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the funniest thing I've ever seen in a receipt!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and if you are wondering about the taste of the drinks, based on review from Jason, it was normal... Not worth that $5.50 ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless.. I think the shop's outlook kinda compensated the lack of uniqueness in the drink. And the receipt.. THE RECEIPT.. hahaha!! Visit and share your experience ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4393801487659374313?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4393801487659374313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4393801487659374313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4393801487659374313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4393801487659374313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-upon-milkshake.html' title='Once upon a milkshake'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SsMWZnT-vaI/AAAAAAAAANU/HgbtOhRnUBo/s72-c/vwjf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7363834981785812768</id><published>2009-09-30T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:49:13.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdotes</title><content type='html'>Anecdotes from Aining??? hahahhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*woooo~~&lt;br /&gt;*i bringing BIG ball to sch again&lt;br /&gt;*=.=&lt;br /&gt;*eh wad ball&lt;br /&gt;*IS BAG&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Crazy world.. Full of crazy contradictions... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAHHAHHAHHHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;*i'm like "huh?? U bring ball to sch for what ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;*IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Crazy world.. Full of crazy contradictions... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i try to relate it to netball or sth&lt;br /&gt;*but NO LINK !&lt;br /&gt;*AHHAHHAHHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Crazy world.. Full of crazy contradictions... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I SHALL BLOG IT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*......&lt;br /&gt;*NO JOCEYLN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaaha!! Why are you thinking of MASTERBED Rooms and BALLS these days huh? hhahahhahah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7363834981785812768?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7363834981785812768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7363834981785812768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7363834981785812768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7363834981785812768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/09/antidotes.html' title='Anecdotes'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1285902988477721532</id><published>2009-09-21T21:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:53:15.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SreCv4rFFsI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZqOvPuH7Ykc/s1600-h/Updated+21Sept09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383915638723253954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SreCv4rFFsI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZqOvPuH7Ykc/s400/Updated+21Sept09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F1 Tickets for Bay Grandstand Seats ! Jarel won them for being the top sales staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited for the race.. We're only watching the Sat night one.. Cos 3 nights there.. Abit... Erm.. Too much for us la.. In the end, he gave the remaining 2 pairs of passes to his managers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, he was excited too.. but eventually, his fear revealed with him saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm excited too.... but.. after watching Final destination...... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.... Ok la.. a little of 恐惧感 (phobia) la.. But... SHOULD be no problem la ah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao tian bao you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1285902988477721532?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1285902988477721532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1285902988477721532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1285902988477721532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1285902988477721532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-tickets-for-bay-grandstand-seats-so.html' title=''/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SreCv4rFFsI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZqOvPuH7Ykc/s72-c/Updated+21Sept09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1899108281714443705</id><published>2009-09-21T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:38:22.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owl or Penguin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SreBlSOgDvI/AAAAAAAAANE/ugh1hBfdUPk/s1600-h/Updated+19Sept09+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383914357092519666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SreBlSOgDvI/AAAAAAAAANE/ugh1hBfdUPk/s400/Updated+19Sept09+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had this 'fight' with Jarel over this soft toy that time.. it was a lame debate... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was saying "This owl is cute.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went.. "Wth... This is not an owl.. This is a penguin la ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He insisted that it is a owl... -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It went on for quite awhile... Den he said "ahh.. You post on ur blog la.. See who correct.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please tell me this is OWL or a freaking Penguin ?? TELL ME !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1899108281714443705?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1899108281714443705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1899108281714443705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1899108281714443705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1899108281714443705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/09/owl-or-penguin.html' title='Owl or Penguin'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SreBlSOgDvI/AAAAAAAAANE/ugh1hBfdUPk/s72-c/Updated+19Sept09+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3018789563866177113</id><published>2009-09-19T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:57:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ Test</title><content type='html'>I've just took a SUPER duper long IQ test. That includes all kinds of weird questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Guess what ?! I have an IQ of 120 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tested n proven that &lt;strong&gt;I'm not an idiot&lt;/strong&gt;. In fact, I'm &lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt; above averagely intelligent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of self praise here.. I'm just glad i'm not an idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to only have a score of 117 the last time I took years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn it.. so many years.. only improve 3 point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm not getting any much smarter... T_T&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Fact.. &lt;strong&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;/strong&gt;.. He had a &lt;strong&gt;ultimate IQ of 220&lt;/strong&gt; !! Like WTF !!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. You'll really have to bow to this ultimate Genius... Amazing how someone can be this smart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3018789563866177113?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3018789563866177113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3018789563866177113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3018789563866177113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3018789563866177113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/09/iq-test.html' title='IQ Test'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-9187779434092941993</id><published>2009-09-10T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:01:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one woman show</title><content type='html'>Hahhaha.. as usual.. Sometimes i forgot to log myself out of msn in my office..&lt;br /&gt;Days like that, i would be greeted with lots of blinking boxes in the next morning... I had one funny blinking box that made mi smile in the morning.. Awwww.. Karen.. hahaha... its was from Karen.. my long lost friend that started work at SAITO and disappeared for a while on msn.... Here she is... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh Jocelyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;such a CHIM nick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;where is EVERYBODY!!!!?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I come online and nobody is answering me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOBODY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WHY??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YOU LIED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u're NOT IN ONLINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;U're in GYM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLOWING!!!! your hair perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but STILLL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AFK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;U LIED jocelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YOU LIED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok!&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;wo qu shui jiao le&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;u better read this whole offline msg before closing this window ah&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;good nitex jocelyn!&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;WHOOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like.. wow.. she can really talk on and on even i'm NOT there to talk to her.. hahahha.. well done, Karen... Well done !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-9187779434092941993?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/9187779434092941993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=9187779434092941993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/9187779434092941993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/9187779434092941993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-woman-show.html' title='the one woman show'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4165761368181086625</id><published>2009-09-08T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:57:36.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just have to rant</title><content type='html'>ARGH! I just have to rant this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing her !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4165761368181086625?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4165761368181086625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4165761368181086625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4165761368181086625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4165761368181086625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-have-to-rant.html' title='I just have to rant'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7793149333652432280</id><published>2009-08-28T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:13:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English is Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SpdZHQOhqNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7NIvGYHccMU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SpdZHQOhqNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7NIvGYHccMU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374862661439826130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha!! So you see ? Engrish ish important...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7793149333652432280?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7793149333652432280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7793149333652432280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7793149333652432280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7793149333652432280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/08/english-is-important.html' title='English is Important'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SpdZHQOhqNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7NIvGYHccMU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-238376220788470204</id><published>2009-08-25T13:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:32:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Official Tribute</title><content type='html'>Check this out.. So cool.. I wish I could be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson - Thriller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVJVRywgmYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVJVRywgmYM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like.. on the streets den suddenly everyone started dancing !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I saw this kinda scene of many ppl 'dancing' together is during the Great Singapore Workout.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Maybe Singapore should change the Great Singapore Workout music TO MJ's music.. hahahha... Den everyone have to learn his 'beat it's move... So cool... &lt;br /&gt;its alot better than clapping your hands and den push the air infront of you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone still remember the GREAT Singapore Workout?? hmmm?? &lt;strong&gt;YEARRSSS AGO... on ACES Day... &lt;/strong&gt;-_- During primary and secondary Schooll...?? hmmm?? &lt;br /&gt;hahahha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap your memories... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpHX2F8-RGg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpHX2F8-RGg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of past videos.. well you know.. its blur and we all looked like we all in some massive porn movie..(hahahhaha) or like we just walked into a mosaic censor box.. hahhaa.. looked as if the WHOLE clip is censored.. &lt;br /&gt;Well.. If it is.. den... there's a pretty good reason for it in this video.. DID YOU SEE THE TIGHTS ON THAT GUY !! OH MAN... Skinny guys in YELLOW TOP and HIGH black TIGHTS... doing exercise like a Gay/(happy) bumble bee.. oh.. the horror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my younger generation friends who have not gone thru this throughout your childhood, You have a lucky kid ! We were practically FORCE to exercise like tat.. Those who refuse to do it.. will be dragged to join the leader at the FRONT.. ON A TABLE !! or ON THE STAGE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-238376220788470204?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/238376220788470204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=238376220788470204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/238376220788470204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/238376220788470204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-jackson-official-tribute.html' title='Michael Jackson Official Tribute'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3287946598786102346</id><published>2009-08-24T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:22:07.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds in Orchard Hates me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I officially think Birds in Orchard, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a bunch of overpopulated, unhygenic, noisy, boring, blardy birds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has happened again.. For THREE blardy times... THROUGHOUT THE YEAR ! its NOT even ONE year.. And I've been shitted on by them THREE TIMES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My first time (&lt;/u&gt;I got attacked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was queueing up for food with my dear at Somerset's Kopitiam. There I was, minding my own business.. Ordering food from the stingray stall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den suddenly.. "&lt;em&gt;Piak!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew by then what I am expected to see on my shoulder.. Slowly and carefully, I turned my head to see the disgusting white yellowish watery thing.. Wah laooo.. Feel like vomitting to even think of it.. Totally made mi lose my appetite... AND I HAVEN EVEN EAT MY FOOD !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT .. I did what a civilised citizen of Singapore would do.. I took out my tissue paper and wiped it away calmly, walked to my sit and sat down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited for my food... And when the food came, I was.. a bit... disgusted by the bird shit that I don't really feel like eating.. but because.. as usual, the crazy pig order SO MUCH which he thinks the amount of food normal.. I will feel very lang fei (wasted), if I don't eat.. So I eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to &lt;u&gt;my SECOND encounter&lt;/u&gt;.. and YES.. its on the same DAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating.. Jarel was buying drinks.. Him way from the table.. Me alone against the army of birds once again... Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a second "Piak!".... this time..... on my head......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural reaction, u would touch your head to feel what it is... and yes.. I am disgusted.. MORE disgusted in fact.. no no... I was ANGRY..&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the same yellow shit... I really feel like climbing up the tree, drag that bird down and strangle it... That's how you will feel if you EVER get the chance to get shitted on TWICE in a day... Anyway.. Jarel came back.. and I didn't say anything.. I just showed him my hands.. and my black annoyed face.. And guess what he did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. he laughed..=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.. I was dignosed with high fever.. hahah.. maybe due to the outrage anger I felt that shot my body temperature right up. I was still worried it was bird flu.. I even went online and check for bird flu symptoms.. i tot i was turning into one of them ! I don't want to be a bird.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. It wasn't bird flu.. Phew! and I eventually recovered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third encounter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At town AGAIN!!! on FRIDAY (21st Aug). After gym with Angelia and Aining.. I went seperate ways with them cos I need to go to Paragon's market place to buy wine.. Cos need to use the vouchers which would expire on 15th Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. on the way there.. while crossing the road.. ANOTHER "PIAK!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHhhh... I TELL YOU.... I SUSPECT ITS THE SAME BLOODY BIRD LOR !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird must be thinking "hey... she looked familiar..!! OH!! that girl !! oh oh oh.. I shall fly to her n shit on her... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. this time.. I was really pissed and can't do anything.. cos.. my hands were holding the plastic bags.. I just submit to fate and got into a cab and faster find sth to wipe that digusting thing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Jarel's house... I stomped in the house in annoyance... He naturally asked "What what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer : "THAT STUPID BIRD LA !! 3 TIMES ALREADY !! KEEP SHITTING ON ME!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES.. He STILL laugh!!!! ARGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I even feel like bringing an umbrella with me everytime I go town... Prevent the bird from recognising me.... Defending myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;-Poor victim of the BIRD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3287946598786102346?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3287946598786102346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3287946598786102346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3287946598786102346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3287946598786102346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/08/birds-in-orchard-hates-me.html' title='Birds in Orchard Hates me..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-893625909940942448</id><published>2009-08-18T15:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:39:58.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Practices ?!?!</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather big gathering of dirty-minded ppl.. Hahahhaa!! Ok..... Maybe only a couple of dirty ones which infected the whole group eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were, Aining, Lydia, Fang Zhi, Baika and Me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about Aining's tuition student... Emeraldo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The conversation went something like this..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Tell them about how you had oral with your tuition kid !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baika :&lt;/strong&gt; *eyes big with interest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; What.. I had Oral practice with my tuition kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baika and me looked at each other and went &lt;strong&gt;"HAHAHAHAH!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; eh.. he not bad ok.. can last for 1 hour ! Not tired one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was probably dying from laughing that I could not even speak properly.. No matter HOW you say it.. It sounds SUPER DIRTY ! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baika :&lt;/strong&gt; If I did Oral for 1 hour, I would be damn thirsty !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den Lydia started to ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia :&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? Oral for 1 hour ?? His mouth not tired ah ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All stared at lydia.. And another burst of laughter !! This coming from lydia !! Hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia :&lt;/strong&gt; What.. I dunno.. I never had Oral before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sentence made us stop.. (we didn't know which Oral she was refering to.. So to be safe, I guess we all sticked by the CLEAN oral, meaning the Real school oral examination.. ) which led us to ask the following questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baika :&lt;/strong&gt; You never had Oral before ? Not even in secondary school ?? I scored well for my chinese Oral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia :&lt;/strong&gt; No.. I've never had Oral before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fang Zhi :&lt;/strong&gt; Huh ? Never ??!? I thought in Secondary sch its a must ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; ya ? How come you never had Oral before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn :&lt;/strong&gt; Ya.. I thought we all had Oral during Secondary sch ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia :&lt;/strong&gt; *pause* wait... which Oral ARE you all talking about ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us seemed to know WHICH oral SHE is refering to now.. and all burst out laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baika :&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAH!! We never even think dirty for the last minute.. You are the one who is thinking dirty !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn :&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHHA!! Seriously !! HAHAHAH!! So DID you HAVE oral or not.. The one with the teachers sitting infront of you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baika :&lt;/strong&gt; I already said.. Chinese Oral.. English Oral... Why are u still thinking about the OTHER oral... hahahahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. it was a LONG conversation... and we finally have to leave Soup Spoon to go back to the office... So when I came back to the office.. Lydia was on msn... and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Bring me to Egypt with youuuu... ='( says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.. after one session, YOU ARE ALREADY SO DIRTY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Bring me to Egypt with youuuu... ='( says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking Baika abt oral !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lyd says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lyd says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sincerely concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lyd says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lyd says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing oral for 1 hr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lyd says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously will be tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lyd says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wun u be!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Bring me to Egypt with youuuu... ='( says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hHAHAHHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Bring me to Egypt with youuuu... ='( says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ORAL ARE YOU TALKING ABT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lyd says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real oral!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Bring me to Egypt with youuuu... ='( says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in the ORAL exam you take in sch or the OTHER one??? -_- you have to specify clearly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You see.. with us.. Do not use words like ORAL.. or COME... or BLOW.. or sentences like.. " I was embarrassed when she pulled me.. " or sentences like " He very long leh.. Go blow him"&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahhaahhaa!!! (the last sentence clean meaning is "he's taking very long.. Go rush him..") in case u are wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha.... So.. You see.. We are a dirty class of people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CHLOE LEE..!! NEXT TIME Don't ask me to MAKE THE FAN BLOW YOU... I will think in it in a dirty way and will laugh... And if Baika is beside me... Be prepared to see both of us laughing... hahahhahaa!! and like what Baika would say, our 笑声不断, 实在让人捧腹大笑!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-893625909940942448?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/893625909940942448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=893625909940942448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/893625909940942448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/893625909940942448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/08/oral-practices.html' title='Oral Practices ?!?!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6283257888665124165</id><published>2009-07-31T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:20:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw this post at Baika's blog.. NEWLY chinese-fied blog.. with all the chim chim chinese Cheng yu and the 'bah' and the 'mah' and the 'ah' and the all-so-funny ' 天啊！'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. My laughter came to a halt when I chanced upon THIS post... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Quote*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;今天和一对疯疯癫癫的朋友出去吃晚饭,笑料百出,笑声不断, 实在让人捧腹大笑!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;那一个疯婆子根本不把自己的形象放在眼里,逗趣十足!害得我也完全失去理智!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;想跟大家分享也不知要从何下手, 那就不多谈了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;疯了, 疯了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unquote*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;疯婆子&lt;/span&gt;? Yes.. its me... I know its me.. I know his disapproval of my existence to make him laugh like an idiot that day.&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad, Baika? To deny my utmost talent and intelligence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA...Btw, YOU were the one 'provoking' me ! Asking me weird questions which will natually lead to weird answers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions like "I think this one is better than the other one.. because it squirts right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU ANSWER TO THAT!! hahahahha... !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. concluding this very post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to tell baika.. that 疯 man.. that... YOU are AS 疯 AS this 疯婆子!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6283257888665124165?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6283257888665124165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6283257888665124165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6283257888665124165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6283257888665124165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-saw-this-post-at-baikas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1469966341470111613</id><published>2009-07-29T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:37:22.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSED FINAL THEORY</title><content type='html'>Like I said, it probably doesn't mean anything to some of u... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY FINAL THEORY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!!!! I was so damn happy when I saw the 4 lettered word.. no.. not the word 'F**K' ... -_- the OTHER 4 letter word where u get in tests and exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ok... neither is the word 'FAIL'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... I remembered the first time I took the test, and got the 4 letter 'F' word popped up to my screen. I was so paiseh ! I even desperately try to tap around the screen to make it go away.. its DAMN BIG TO embarrass the tears out of you !&lt;br /&gt;And for those who have not gone to those agonizing test, don't bother to tap the screen.. IT DOES NOT.. i repeat.. DOES NOT go away... It stays there to humiliate u for a good minute or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All u can do is.. Stand up.. hang ur head down low and leave the room SADLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second attempt, I was determined.. I was ANGRY !! I WAS RAGING WITH REVENGE !! I WANTED TO PASS!!&lt;br /&gt;of cos.. I was damn nervous too.... Many questions were hard... but many questions were... erm... funny.... hahaaha... likeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are making a left turn, a cyclist is infront you, obscuring your path. You should,&lt;br /&gt;A : Horn continuously at the cyclist until he gives way&lt;br /&gt;B : Overtake the cyclist and make the turn anyway&lt;br /&gt;C : Allow the cyclist to move first before you make the turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was imagining myself horning the cyclist and I started smiling to myself... which made the instructor walk towards me.. He probably thought that I was cheating... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I checked through my answer THIS time... Made sure I was sure... There were more than 5 questions I was unsure... REALLY unsure... like.. no matter how many times I read the question.. I STILL dunno the answer.. So I went " ahhhh.... Fu** la... " and clicked End test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it is... The beautiful 4 letter word... in GREEN... OH OH OH!! I started smiling!! out the classroom, down the stairs, to the canteen, to the chair and sat down smiling.. its was a happy day.. =D =D =D !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. this is only theory.. the practical is the one that is the one I should be afraid... hai...&lt;br /&gt;Need to book my PDL soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish for a car*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish for a car*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*let me strike lucky draw or toto*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish for a car*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish for a REAL car*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1469966341470111613?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1469966341470111613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1469966341470111613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1469966341470111613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1469966341470111613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/07/passed-final-theory.html' title='PASSED FINAL THEORY'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-5744791350717636596</id><published>2009-07-23T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:30:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gym Conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa.... Aining and Angelia is gonna hate me for posting this.. But I can't stop laughing... They said it so loud !! hahahhaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After showering.. we were at the hair dryers there, drying our hair.. Then... I heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelia : eh... &lt;strong&gt;I BLOW YOU, YOU BLOW ME..&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining : Hahaa.. yah... ok !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*they smiled at each other*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me.. at the other side... was trying VERY hard not to laugh... Was dying to get their attention !!&lt;br /&gt;(FYI, I was not beside them.. I was at a distance.. &lt;strong&gt;ALONE!!&lt;/strong&gt; Tryin not to laugh out loud!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaah!!! Say me dirty or what la ah.. but it.. was VERY FUNNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When walked over and got their attention, all I manage to say is&lt;br /&gt;"I blow you, you blow me????!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*They paused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered the thing in their head and both of them went, &lt;strong&gt;"WAH LAO!!!!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAAHA!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-5744791350717636596?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/5744791350717636596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=5744791350717636596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5744791350717636596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5744791350717636596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/07/gym-conversation.html' title='Gym Conversation'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7728910739791477522</id><published>2009-07-22T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:53:09.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch the Eclipse tomorrow !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WATCH THE ECLIPSE TOMORROW!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. I'm not refering to the book, NOR the sweet.... I'm refering to the real thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it seems, we Singapore will get a partial solar eclipse, from the big one happening in China, India and Japan. Scientist says it will be seeing its longest total solar eclipse in almost 500 YEARS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHO COOL!!!.. Apparently, SOME ppl don't find it COOL enough having the Sun covered by the moon and having the world in partial darkness in the broad daylight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... still !! WOOO!!! ECLIPSE !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who wants to watch it.. please refrain from sleeping for wake up early for it at 8:40am to 9:40am. The max eclipse should be around 9:11am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take pictures if u can ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.... so exciting !! AHHWOOOO!!!! The wolves must be feeling super high now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7728910739791477522?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7728910739791477522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7728910739791477522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7728910739791477522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7728910739791477522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-eclipse-tomorrow.html' title='Watch the Eclipse tomorrow !!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2403749954905023539</id><published>2009-07-15T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:04:07.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The question of the day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do we actually STILL need directions on the back of a shampoo bottle ????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO is shampooing for the first time?? Anybody !?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who ARE shampooing for the first time... you can't read anyway !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 1800- hotline ??? Are they for people who find the directions are the back of the shampoo too vague for understanding ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa... having idiots asking "Lather, Rinse....... wait a mintue... How many times do I need to repeat this??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2403749954905023539?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2403749954905023539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2403749954905023539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2403749954905023539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2403749954905023539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/07/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day.'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6146887350342422819</id><published>2009-07-05T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:52:43.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been bloggin for a while.. Well, a few updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news : Michael Jackson, the king of pop, died on 25 June 2009. It was a sad day. Many people was shocked by the news, including me. There I was, starting my daily work, opening the internet explorer to MSN.com. That's when I saw the huge picture, saying that he died.. I thought it was a upcoming show that he's doing, but NO... it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the link in another tab while I went on to do my work, STILL oblivious to the impactful, grieving news. Until I went back to the link and started reading. The more I read, the more horrified I was. Like " HE'S REALLY DIED??? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I received a call from Jarel confirming the news. He was still joking to his colleague that MJ died. He was more shocked than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ's MTV came on the TV at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarel : Wow.. look at his moonwalk.. no one can beat that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague : Of cos la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarel  : Do u know he die already ? hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague : Yea I know ah.. It was on the news what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarel : huh??? He died ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague : Yeaaaahhh... You didn't watch the news ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarel : HE DIED?!??!! I WAS ONLY JOKING WITH YOU?! HE RREALLLY DIED !?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when he called me to grieve... -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. Life's unpredictable isn't it.. MJ was only 50.. He lived in a life of the rich and famous. But had he really lived a life that he wanted ? He was thrown into the cruel world of entertainment at a young age and all his life, he is a performer, a singer.. He has been acting and living what others want him to live. Never really had a real childhood. His actions are constantly questioned and broadcasted by the media. It's must be irriating and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Michael, at least, many cried for u when you left the world, and many cheered and celebrated that you actually lived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6146887350342422819?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6146887350342422819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6146887350342422819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6146887350342422819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6146887350342422819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1162403355084823878</id><published>2009-07-03T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:39:54.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaaha.. Poor Piglet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sk2KXrg2vxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/39eDV_LuhDU/s1600-h/when+there+is+swin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354087671435542290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sk2KXrg2vxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/39eDV_LuhDU/s400/when+there+is+swin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hahaaha.. Poor Piglet..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1162403355084823878?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1162403355084823878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1162403355084823878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1162403355084823878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1162403355084823878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaaha-poor-piglet.html' title='Hahaaha.. Poor Piglet..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sk2KXrg2vxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/39eDV_LuhDU/s72-c/when+there+is+swin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-581465970779175946</id><published>2009-06-22T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:53:39.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so sleepy</title><content type='html'>Oh no oh no.. I am so sleepy in the office.. And to keep myself awake, I've done ALL my work promptly.. so now... i'm left with NOTHING.. NOTHING left to do !! ( until the next pile comes in like in an hour later. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime.. What shall i do ?? Hmmm? Entertain ppl online ? Brush my teeth ? Drink water ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ambitious thoughts but my butt won't leave my chair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored bored bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blows hair upwards, like what Zeekee used do* ( you noe ? the lower lip over the upper lip, leaving a small gap and blow up to make your fringe fly.. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-581465970779175946?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/581465970779175946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=581465970779175946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/581465970779175946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/581465970779175946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-sleepy.html' title='i&apos;m so sleepy'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-9101581268874782167</id><published>2009-06-19T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:47:43.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh!! the conversation of the morning.. hahhaha!! From Karen, the lightning terrapin herself..&lt;br /&gt;She had quite a few interviews planned these weeks... AND.. read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got an interview today..some MP financial thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally forgot abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not enthu abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what time is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.21am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN.. what time is the interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u meant the interview??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hahahahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly karen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;闪电小龟 ！ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still wondering how come the interview time so weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ? Karen is the other Aining... -___- and I DID NOT INFLUENCE THEM!! THEY INFLUENCE ME !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-9101581268874782167?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/9101581268874782167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=9101581268874782167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/9101581268874782167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/9101581268874782167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-conversation-of-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1102933701651831622</id><published>2009-06-15T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:38:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; woooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; printing hk pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; 3R 4R how much ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; im thinking if u print in bulbs cheaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; 4R $0.33 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; BULBS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; bulks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; COME ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; get this JOCELYN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;/strong&gt; QUICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; T___________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; /spam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; spam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII  says:&lt;/strong&gt; I GOT THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII  says:&lt;/strong&gt;  And Aining, no matter how u spam.. i can always scroll up and get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII  says:&lt;/strong&gt; whahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt; COME ON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1102933701651831622?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1102933701651831622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1102933701651831622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1102933701651831622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1102933701651831622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/aining-says-woooooooooo-aining-says.html' title=''/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-9166500484982687280</id><published>2009-06-12T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:09:40.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Doctor Siew</title><content type='html'>*Lots of confidential stuff which isn't for the naked eye to see...*&lt;br /&gt;and Karen ends off the session :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;okie Dear Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;the bell is ringing and ur consultation session is up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;i must attend to another patient now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;wuahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;rmb to arrange ur next appointment with my receptionist Recept Siew before u leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;and make payment oso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;rmb Loctor Siew's advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day Jocelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hope to see u again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;BYE jocelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a great Doctor don't you think ?!?! hahaha.. Thank you Karen.. I mean.. Doctor Siew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;just say men in general terms loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;we all have problems with coming to terms with our men's views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;they always think they are right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;wah wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;extra time leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!! I got extra consultation time too !! ok.. I should stop..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-9166500484982687280?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/9166500484982687280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=9166500484982687280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/9166500484982687280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/9166500484982687280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-doctor-siew.html' title='Thank you Doctor Siew'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6906203582346349255</id><published>2009-06-12T17:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:41:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't want to mention her name here again.. but..</title><content type='html'>Hai.. many... TOO MANY post.. involves Aining...&lt;br /&gt;I need to strike her name off my blog.... BUT.. she keep doing funny things.. I have to share..&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Aining.. You are funny... and irritating.... Don't you love to hear this ??&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back from Maxwell.. UNDER the scorching sun hitting down mercilessly on our bare skin.. We saw this Bangalah smoking.. And Aining asked seriously,&lt;br /&gt;"The weather so hot.. Still smoke.. The cigeratte won't catch fire and burn him up ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.. but.. it seemed that she was SERIOUSLY considering that possibility.. and asked&lt;br /&gt;"Won't meh ? "&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later in the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop using Italics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Just another Royal Pig - Fattened says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahhah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Just another Royal Pig - Fattened says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its nice.. its like i'm writing a story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aining© says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it made my eyes feel its slanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;™Thunder Pig VII - Just another Royal Pig - Fattened says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, are ur eyes straight now ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6906203582346349255?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6906203582346349255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6906203582346349255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6906203582346349255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6906203582346349255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-want-to-mention-her-name-here.html' title='I didn&apos;t want to mention her name here again.. but..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1443103572758489880</id><published>2009-06-11T16:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:30:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Straw Incident</title><content type='html'>Hello my readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something stupid today.. (like every other day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Read below&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining introduced her new colleague, Debbie, to me today..&lt;br /&gt;She was a rather quiet person cos I think it was her first day at work.. So she appeared a little shy or sth.. I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. We went to 'Shop and Save' after lunch to shen shen shen.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided on a can of green tea of 75cents and headed for the cashier first, while Aining and Debbie continued to look around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cashier, I was digging for that 75cents. And from the corner of my eyes, I saw Debbie came to join me quietly at the queue with another can of drink …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my payment, I reached over the counter, took 2 straws and thoughtlessly handed her 1 straw without looking up while I keep my change… I did a little push to hint her to faster take the straw cause I no hands to keep my change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her hands hesitated as it reached out to me. And her hands accepted the straw from me in a state of confusion and reluctance. Like I've done something unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;So when she finally took the straw from my hands,&lt;br /&gt;I raised my head to meet her gaze, wanting to ask her “ Why? You don’t want straw ah??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to see this girl holding that straw, and giving me the &lt;strong&gt;why-are-you-giving-me-straw&lt;/strong&gt; look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I froze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is NOT Debbie !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS SOME RANDOM STRANGER IN THE QUEUE BUYING A CAN OF DRINK !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly exclaimed a very LOUD , “ &lt;strong&gt;EH ???&lt;/strong&gt; " followed by a, "&lt;strong&gt;I THOUGHT YOU....???&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;And went &lt;strong&gt;"HAHAHAHA!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; very loudy AT HER FACE while she shoot a puzzled look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I realized my loud laugh, which probably scared her, I was horrified to also realize the fact that I was laughing madly to a stranger!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so blardy embarrassed that I walked away immediately without explaining anything further to the stranger. STILL laughing to myself, I search frantically for Aining and the REAL Debbie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found them, I was laughing so hard till I can't even tell the incident to Aining or Debbie.. So I just pointed to Debbie and pointed outside and continued laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO!! Damn paiseh la.. The innocent stranger must be thinking I’m some crazy and over-helpful woman shopping in shop and save…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1443103572758489880?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1443103572758489880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1443103572758489880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1443103572758489880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1443103572758489880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-straw-incident.html' title='Stupid Straw Incident'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4168729464654587776</id><published>2009-06-10T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:23:10.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noble ? Who is Noble ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;From the preface of Twilight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of&lt;br /&gt;the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.&lt;br /&gt;Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone&lt;br /&gt;I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining read it and looked at me with a face filled with questions and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; Eh? Who is &lt;strong&gt;Noble&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; Huh ?? Noble ?? Got Noble this person meh ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; Got.. Thereee.... *points to the word Noble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; *almost fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; YOU KNOW !! NOBLE??? WEI DA?!  IT'S NOT A NAME OF A PERSON LAH !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she suddenly realise the stupidness of the question and went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; OOOOOHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And laughs at HER own stupidness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; *faints* I'm blogging this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the preface of the book... Imagine what other weird nonsense I will receive when she starts Chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Noble.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining, don't tell me you didn't see the full stop... Without the full stop, the whole sentence wouldn't have made sense !! Hahaha.. so its not a good excuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah .. ok lah.. With Aining's STRONG OBJECTION to this post, INSISTING that she asked the question because she didn't see the full stop.. I shall... say.. it was a mistake anyone could make... Its not your fault, Aining... Not your fault.. I thought Noble was a person too, when I first read the book..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4168729464654587776?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4168729464654587776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4168729464654587776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4168729464654587776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4168729464654587776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/noble-who-is-noble.html' title='Noble ? Who is Noble ??'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7251275112481679910</id><published>2009-06-08T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:14:14.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its getting really tiring..</title><content type='html'>历史不断重演.. &lt;br /&gt;这情节重复了一百遍..&lt;br /&gt;我好累.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;成了你的傀儡一年..两年..&lt;br /&gt;才看见我有多狼狈..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想再为你掉泪..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7251275112481679910?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7251275112481679910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7251275112481679910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7251275112481679910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7251275112481679910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-getting-really-tiring.html' title='Its getting really tiring..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-46490993787980228</id><published>2009-06-08T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:25:56.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder... Better.. Faster.. Stronger</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha.. Watch this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLYD_-A_X5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLYD_-A_X5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For girls, watch this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EUupnF02vo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EUupnF02vo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a little laugh, you could watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYDmIn6Gp8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYDmIn6Gp8I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-46490993787980228?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/46490993787980228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=46490993787980228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/46490993787980228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/46490993787980228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/harder-better-faster-stronger.html' title='Harder... Better.. Faster.. Stronger'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1405331094514346742</id><published>2009-06-05T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:12:42.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go dig your nose ?? (sigh)</title><content type='html'>I was accompanying Aining to buy a cake for her colleague.. We walked from CPF building's &lt;strong&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/strong&gt; to my building's &lt;strong&gt;Han's &lt;/strong&gt;and crossed over to International Plaza(IP)'s &lt;strong&gt;Bengawan Solo&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Sweet secrets&lt;/strong&gt;.. ONLY to hear her boss say "Tiramisu" which means.. &lt;strong&gt;we have to go back to COFFEE BEAN&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were lucky.. cos IP have Coffee Bean.. don't have to walk all the way back to CPF BUILDING !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. the whole cake cost a freaking $52/- !! And Aining's boss only gave her $50. So.. technically, her boss owes me $2... hahaha.. WSG's boss owes me $2 !! wow !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, we took a really long time cos.. Coffee Bean has the cake, the knife, the fork, the EVERYTHING, but they ran out of candles.. Which defeats the whole purpose of purchasing the WHOLE cake !! A birthday cake without a candle.. The staff was funny enough to suggest using a lighter to take the place of the candle.. (he does the action of blowing the lighter), which he eventually stopped when he saw me and Aining wasn't buying the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager came out.. and found a solution.. which is... He had to RUN over to the CPF building outlet to get the candles for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manager :&lt;/strong&gt; How many candles do u need ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aining looks at him blankly and said*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining : &lt;/strong&gt;er... &lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Manager faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the MANAGER.. he said.. "Sigh.. OK !! Wait for me.. "&lt;br /&gt;and he Ran across the roads under the blazing hot sun and came back with 5 candles and gave it ALL to us..&lt;br /&gt;Aining and I thought, he never keep some for the shop meh? What if another person comes in and request for candles again ??? hmm.. hahaa.. that's something he should think about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;.. the LAUGH of my day.. and Aining's day.. -__- is my stupidity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard a horn of a car and a small screech of the tyres near us, so we turned and looked.. It was a BMW changing lanes without signaling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; wah.. what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; the BMW lah.. Change lane never signal I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; PMW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me :&lt;/strong&gt; No its BMW lar!! Go dig your nose!!! * Pause * I mean EAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, "shit.. shiit. shitt.. did she realize the mistake ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining paused for 2 seconds to register the whole scene, looks at me with wide-eyed and went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; hahahhahhaha !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was of course laughing also la.. Laughing at myself and her reaction... Laughing how the whole thing sounded.. I even used the utmost intelligence kinda tone when I said "go dig your nose!! "&lt;br /&gt;And I literally saw the whole thing register in her brain.. Like her eyes went from normal to super big and eventually, her bursting out in laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. As expected.. She was so amused by this incident that she decided to put that as her MSN nick.. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... Conculsion : Hanging out with Aining has.. no doubt.. affected my logical construction of sentences..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1405331094514346742?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1405331094514346742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1405331094514346742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1405331094514346742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1405331094514346742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-dig-your-nose-sigh.html' title='Go dig your nose ?? (sigh)'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-408884666242848065</id><published>2009-05-29T11:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:34:30.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sh9e9vN0hmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NVKNnx1-7fI/s1600-h/IMG_9374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341092097824163426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sh9e9vN0hmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NVKNnx1-7fI/s400/IMG_9374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although this is a damn late post.. I still want to post it. And you have no say about it because.. this is MY blog.. and you can't do anything about it either!! hmmm.. unless u have my password la.. which... I hopefully hope, you don't... cos I will hunt you down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was suppose to be a September post.. But since nobody woke me up when September ended.. (in relation to song 'Wake me up when September Ends'), I woke up a little too late to post this.. Letting this rot and die in my folder.. BUT.. I've just found it.. and revived it eventually.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. Cut all the crap.. This is just a simple tiger post.. You don't need to know why I post it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... Anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AT CHIANG MAI,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving &lt;strong&gt;The Lion King&lt;/strong&gt; so much as a child.. I grew up, loving animals.. (abit not related, but.. whatever).. And since THIS is a tiger, no matter how much I try to think it a Lion. So all I can say is that.. its still &lt;strong&gt;as fierce as&lt;/strong&gt; a lion.. and it DOES look a little like a lion cub without strips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. erm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tigers are Lions with stripes... its like Zebras are Horses with stripes.. they are the same.. just.. different.. Aiyah.. You get my point... Look at the below Picture !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its too damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok.. to me.. it looked a little retarded here and it looked as if the hind legs kenna chopped off.. But.. its just an angle, people.. just an angle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341096358676678642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sh9i1wIOR_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/AA2PXe5gT-Y/s400/IMG_9378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341099920621805970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sh9mFFaHoZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FDqt_qMdqGg/s400/IMG_9385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See.. its so cute and comfortable with me.. And NO.. I did NOT drug it.. &lt;p&gt;oh and.. I was bitten BY A TIGER !!! hahaha.. That's a sentence I'd never thought I'll say.. BUT really..  I WAS BITTEN.. hahhaa.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random Question:why kenna bitten by vampire will become vampire, bitten by tiger won't become tiger ? Bitten by mosqitoe won't become mosqitoe ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;argh.. Anyway this post is just to prove how brave I am...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341102156050446098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sh9oHNB1txI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iRTQDe31IMg/s400/IMG_9386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ? I &lt;s&gt;LAUGH&lt;/s&gt; SMILE at the face of danger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day.. The DANGEROUS tigers got very used to me being around.. They are already lying close to me for warmth.. and just slept on my legs! The trainer have to wake them up when we were about to leave.. Which I hated.. I don't want to leave ! I want to bring them home.. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341104856346013762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sh9qkYaeMEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h2ajwPigvvY/s400/IMG_9387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-408884666242848065?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/408884666242848065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=408884666242848065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/408884666242848065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/408884666242848065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiger-king.html' title='The Tiger King'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sh9e9vN0hmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NVKNnx1-7fI/s72-c/IMG_9374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3864405276800345966</id><published>2009-05-29T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:14:32.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu ? Nobody BUT YOU!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your body and wash your hands too OK ? Prevent Swine Flu !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i'm sneezing now.. -____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3864405276800345966?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3864405276800345966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3864405276800345966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3864405276800345966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3864405276800345966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu-nobody-but-you.html' title='Swine Flu ? Nobody BUT YOU!!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6232328773340787929</id><published>2009-05-25T11:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:45:17.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My trust in her... Was truely misplaced...</title><content type='html'>Was I foolish to help ? Yes..&lt;br /&gt;Was I stupid enough to believe her words ? Yes..&lt;br /&gt;Was I too kind to help a friend in times of need ? Yes..&lt;br /&gt;Have I believed too much on a person whom I barely know ? YES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stupid, angry and betrayed.. All at the same time.. When she approached me in msn.. she sounded truely in need and desperately finding a way out, seeking help from a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was.. &lt;strong&gt;I just HAVE to help, don't I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I just watch her &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt; in misery.. ?? I should have.. I would have now...&lt;br /&gt;I could actually wish her to &lt;strong&gt;burn in hell&lt;/strong&gt; for all I care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait.. !&lt;br /&gt;She can't die... &lt;strong&gt;yet...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She have to bloody return me my money first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I get my hands on her.. tat... tat.... ungrateful... conning... manipulating... FULL of excuses, HOPELESS, girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is no longer a friend in need.. she is just a heavy debtor all creditors are waiting to get their hands on... Waiting to &lt;strong&gt;liquidate ALL of her assets&lt;/strong&gt;.. and &lt;strong&gt;PAY US ALL BACK !!! ARGH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NOT accpet Bad debts... NEVER from this girl.. I will make sure she returns all of us our money back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melf lent her 1.1K !&lt;br /&gt;Leo lent her $500 !&lt;br /&gt;Rash lent her $60 ( lucky girl, she got back some money after continous scolding thru text and calls )&lt;br /&gt;I lent her $200..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sadly, her prey.. she must be laughing at our willingness to help a friend in need.. Coming up with lame excuses like.. "&lt;strong&gt;hey.. There's seemed to be a problem with my atm card.. I need to get it replaced&lt;/strong&gt; " to ... the forever " &lt;strong&gt;I will be getting my check later.. Once I bank in and the credit is thru, I shall transfer ur money back to u&lt;/strong&gt; " ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like.. her check is FOREVER pending.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the classic "&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry.. I'm currently waiting for my turn to see a doctor at TTSH.. I guess this doc trip will cost me a bomb. I'm afraid I won't be able to pay u back this week cos i'm broke&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the doctor excuse is used, she went back to the "&lt;strong&gt;My company only gives cross cheques and the earliest is fri&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;I can promise you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Friday is here, She'll go, "&lt;strong&gt;Hi i'm doing shift work. can I transfer to u tml morning?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the next morning is here.. she'll have ANOTHER excuse saying " &lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry for delaying, i''m facing some problems on my side. So yeah, But i sincerely want to return your money and have no intention of cheating or whatsoever. Please trust me one last time&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after another week, I smsed her again and it just goes back to the pay excuse.. " &lt;strong&gt;my pay is being delayed. I will surely do it once i get the money&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last excuse from her is " &lt;strong&gt;Hi.. I changed my job.. and i didn't reply ur sms is cos my Prepaid Hi-card no more credits&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received that.. i was like WTH !!!! NOW CHANGE JOBS!?!??!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. tell me.. is she cheating my money or what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that ponders me is, if she really wanna cheat my money.. she could have NOT replied ANY of my smses.. thing is.. she bothered to reply... tat makes me confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. I will never lend anyone money.. &lt;strong&gt;Blame HER&lt;/strong&gt; !! She made me paranoid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6232328773340787929?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6232328773340787929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6232328773340787929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6232328773340787929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6232328773340787929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-trust-in-her-was-truely-misplaced.html' title='My trust in her... Was truely misplaced...'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1558766633186301608</id><published>2009-05-14T00:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:56:27.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited Bintan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sgr78zT1dHI/AAAAAAAAALE/rAXMuwaQpPM/s1600-h/IMG_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335353730557899890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sgr78zT1dHI/AAAAAAAAALE/rAXMuwaQpPM/s400/IMG_0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to take a longer leave, we are left with choices with Bintan, Tioman, Batam.. you noe.. the nearer places.. just a getaway from his stressful work.. and of cos.. MY stressful work life.. And of cos.. TO CELEBRATE HIS BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose Bintan, Cos the pictures on the net looked so beautiful.. So.. We went... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ferry ride.. So far so good.. No one's vomitting.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335354630136281698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sgr8xKgCOmI/AAAAAAAAALM/Id_ClmH-BVg/s400/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bus ride, we finally reached the room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335355221605704914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sgr9Tl5VZNI/AAAAAAAAALU/_aWtPHwSmVw/s400/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were VERY tired.. So after a short dinner we decided to turn in early. But THIS woke us both up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356255800692978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sgr-PykokPI/AAAAAAAAALc/QPyxMT2ifa4/s400/IMG_0162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Like WTH !! $12 per hour ?? $500 per month?? hahhaha.. I am happy i'm with Singtel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him with the sea... We missed the Sunset !! ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335358731524245666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SgsAf5XICKI/AAAAAAAAALk/_edrzkcP1No/s400/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335362079518502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SgsDixnKLhI/AAAAAAAAALs/rGqpZW8sYMM/s400/IMG_0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And the most fun part is the buggy rental ( I feel la.. ) Cos its the FIRST TIME I'M DRIVING.. hahaha... Although they said we need a singapore driving liscense to drive it. The person just ask " no license, but can drive?? "... the immediately answer was " Can.. "... den the next thing, we're on the buggy DRIVING.. hahah.. although its only 2 pedals.. Go and brake.. Its a new experience for me la.. so exciting.. hahaha.. Although Jarel doesn't really trust my driving skills, he is brave enough to sit on the passengar seat without a safety belt when I'm driving at top speed.. hahah... I've learnt alot ok? i may just pass practical in one try.. hahaha.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day pass just like that... Spent most of the time in the pool.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the room IS DAMN COLD!! That explains this next picture.. I was slping.. Sleeping happily it seems.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335365488769188002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SgsGpOD3QKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/j_LoSokhzOA/s400/IMG_0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the days went pass quite fast.. the next thing we are on our way back.. =(&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. I saw this at the Ferry Terminal there.. WHY... WHY ON EARTH... will they sell that.. in a GIFT SHOP!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335366728410737714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SgsHxYFcLDI/AAAAAAAAAME/ceLduduGDLE/s400/IMG_0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My reaction when I first saw it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm.. is... that a statue of a dick??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jarel:&lt;/strong&gt; *sees* hahahaha!! yea I think so.. You go nearer and see la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *walks up to it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *walks back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes it is... -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up the bintan trip.. too many pictures la.. and my computer internet connection super slow.. Upload pictures very pekchek!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. and its 2am le... Wo lei le... (I'm tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*over and out*&lt;br /&gt;*tiu tiu tiu*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1558766633186301608?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1558766633186301608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1558766633186301608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1558766633186301608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1558766633186301608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-awaited-bintan-trip.html' title='The long awaited Bintan Trip'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sgr78zT1dHI/AAAAAAAAALE/rAXMuwaQpPM/s72-c/IMG_0154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6369641132663410570</id><published>2009-05-13T19:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:44:45.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its 7:42pm and i'm still in office surfing TASTELESS websites..</title><content type='html'>I just finished my work.. Wanted to relax a little by viewing blogs.. and this web Violation pop-ed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335271594172912482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SgqxP1bok2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/NpXnBYFArW0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually BLOCKED from this website because it's TASTELESS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH !!(First and ONLY reaction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Categories with "Gambling", "Folklore", "Adult Material", I can understand.. But TASTELESS???&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to choose websites with great taste in order to access it ??&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa.... ???? WTH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6369641132663410570?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6369641132663410570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6369641132663410570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6369641132663410570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6369641132663410570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-742pm-and-im-still-in-office.html' title='its 7:42pm and i&apos;m still in office surfing TASTELESS websites..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SgqxP1bok2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/NpXnBYFArW0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-8960978535453185171</id><published>2009-05-11T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:53:03.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn *POSSIBLE* spoiler</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop aka Jocelyn said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 24, 2009 @ 2:38 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoooo you are there… You wan to noe the ending ?? huh ??? huh ??? hhahahhaa… so exciting… Jacob’s imprinting.. SO exciting!! hahhaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little-pig said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26, 2009 @ 12:55 am&lt;br /&gt;hahah. nvm, dont be spoiler!! if not…. )@#$@#)$(@#*(!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4, 2009 @ 6:49 pm&lt;br /&gt;OH … the ending.. Bella, Edward, Jacob… JACOB IMPRINTED ON EDWARD!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4, 2009 @ 6:56 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD WAS SO ANNOYED AT JACOB… but not as annoyed as BELLA!! She actually wanted to kill Jacob… But Edward explained to her that it is not like what she sees it.. Jacob just wans Edward to be happy.. That’s all he wish for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. yes.. that is what happened... Breaking Dawn.. Go read.. its a exciting Gay VS Straights Love triangle ! HAHAHHAHA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-8960978535453185171?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/8960978535453185171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=8960978535453185171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8960978535453185171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8960978535453185171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-dawn-possible-spoiler.html' title='Breaking Dawn *POSSIBLE* spoiler'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-645403455013074228</id><published>2009-05-04T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:39:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Karen : TIU TIU TIU TIU TIU TIU!!! - Jedi Jocelyn</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Aining.. and Karen came online... and after talking to Karen... Aining began to become JEALOUS !!! hahhahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;stop talking to KAREN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop -  JAI HO!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop -  JAI HO!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID YOU NOE !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;both of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOTH OF U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;r distracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;now tt she's gone to bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;U START REPLYING ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;obvious ni men..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop -  JAI HO!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha.. Karen.. you see... We've made Aining sigh... She kept niam-ing that she is a substitute..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-645403455013074228?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/645403455013074228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=645403455013074228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/645403455013074228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/645403455013074228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-karen-tiu-tiu-tiu-tiu-tiu-tiu-jedi.html' title='To Karen : TIU TIU TIU TIU TIU TIU!!! - Jedi Jocelyn'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-8949029809443555910</id><published>2009-04-30T15:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:39:08.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyance must have found its way to me</title><content type='html'>*warning, this isn't exactly a happy post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Reader's Discretion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;These days, many things.. many LITTLE things.. have sent annoyance down into my neck down my spine, into my legs which made mi wanna kick everyone or everything in my sight.. *breathing heavily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.. Might be the PMS.. I dunno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First incident:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the toilet.. I reached for the toilet roll.. and teared it off at my desired length.. While bringing it towards me, the toilet paper slipped off my hand and dropped on the floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me.. I WAS annoyed with the toilet paper..!! Annoyed till the extend that I was staring angrily at the toilet paper and made a loud "TSK... ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. I have no idea why I did that.. The toilet paper don't deserve that kinda treatment from me.. Not like the stupid toilet flush that pissed me off 5-6 years ago.. (details after this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I calmed myself down.. I just tot to myself.. "haiya.. just pull another roll la... not as if don't have toilet paper already.. " .. den I relaxed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Details on the stupid toilet flush 5-6 years ago.(FYI)*reader's discretion too*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using toilet... stomachache.. i think that time i had constipation.. Shitting was a personal living hell activity for me that time.. Well, wasn't really eating right last time la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went in this toilet, laid my toilet paper on the seats and sat down, Trying VERY hard to shit.. JUST when A little is out, the toilet flushed... -__- &lt;strong&gt;den Soot back again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time nevermind.. So i tried again.. I SQUUEEEEZEE the shit out.. DEN as it's about to come out, The toilet flushed again... !!! *getting quite pissed off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless.. I was almost there... SO.. i decided to try again... being determined to get the shit out.. I SQUUUUUEEEZE again... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. the toilet flushed again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You noe what I did ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I actually turn back to face the toilet flush, raised up my middle finger, and said &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" FUCK YOU!! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess... I cursed a toilet flush.. and of course.. it doesn't listen.. it just kept on flushing.. and flushing... I was so annoyed... I wiped my butt and go to another toilet to shit.. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. that was years ago.. don't laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second Incident:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading 'Breaking dawn' in Jarel's room while he was serving the net. And I saw an ant on my book.. CRAWLING super fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. I was annoyed at the ant... Cos its running around so messily and so fast!! And the next thing i noe.. the ant is gone... and it left me MORE annoyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : TSK!! WHERE IS THE STUPID ANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarel : * looks up and stares at me *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What !!! There's AN ANT on my book!! And I can't find it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarel : *speechless*, *stares at me, blinked a few times* *returns his gaze back to his computer screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : TSK!! * flipping my book.. still looking for the ant *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like all endings, the ant was never found...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third incident : &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that I've finally found one Ang moh that managed to irriate the crap out of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. maybe TWO ang mohs.. cos the one standing behind me also quite irritating.. but not as bad as the one IN FRONT OF ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ANGMOH, was ONE AND A HALF HEAD taller den me... SO TALL!!! WTH... DEN the thing is.. TALL nevermind leh.. He kept on fidgetting... Like moving back and forth.. back and forth.. you noe, like that kinda dance you do to keep your pee in you while you are waiting for the toilet.. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was doing that !! THE WHOLE TIME WHILE HE WAS QUEUING !! And poor me.. I was standing behind him.. kenna knocked by him a few times.. But You think he would stop moving?? NO!! HE DID NOT!! He just continued on... AND NO i don't think he looks urgent to me.. In fact.. He looks very comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocked.. and moved forward and continue to move about.. talking to his friend.. I was very much intimidated by his height.. Arbo i sure scold him... Even when he order.. You noe mostly.. when ppl move forward in a queue, you move forward along with them ? NEVER do that when you're standing behind him. Cos when he moved forward to order.. You close in the gap behind him, he will suddenly order finished and den move backwards.. I can't imagine he moved back, tripped on me(because i'm actually small-sized compared to him), and fell... Will I be crushed by him????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept a safe distance from him, not wanting to be a human pancake anytime soon.. BUT the ANG MOH behind.. The elbow keep poking me!! ARGH!! I was stuck in the middle.. No where to run.. and HUNGRY!! I have drawn you a diagram of my sufferings at Subway for better illustration... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330402657504660018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sflk-a5dCjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XWIVydjQ90w/s400/angmohs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, eventually I managed to get my sandwish and sit down peacefully and eat... my SUBWAY CLUB... yum yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That marks my annoyances these week.. Hope this irritating attitude will fade away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-8949029809443555910?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/8949029809443555910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=8949029809443555910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8949029809443555910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8949029809443555910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/04/annoyance-must-have-found-its-way-to-me.html' title='Annoyance must have found its way to me'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sflk-a5dCjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XWIVydjQ90w/s72-c/angmohs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4658104997249209521</id><published>2009-04-30T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:58:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Make up Remover !!</title><content type='html'>My bintan updates is still pending.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah... Upload pictures from the camera is... a little more den a hassle to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... Please do not worry.. I will update soon.. I promise Ling weiii... hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime there's a couple of things I wanna exclaim out loud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met up with Ziqi and Angeline for a short dinner.. which, apparently, landed us in Watsons.. AGAIN.. Anyway, given Angel's indecisive mind... We actually stayed in Watsons till they were closed for the day, ONLY to have angeline say "I think nvm la.. don't buy.. " - I feel like killing her!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. its like.. hold the items till the shop wanna close le, den last minute put back the item den say "nvm la.. don't buy first.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... BUT i decided to FORGIVE her.. hahha.. Because that trip to Watsons made me a happy person while I was bathing that night.. - no dirty thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCO and me saw this Loreal Make up Remover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAIMED to be No. 1 Make up Remover in Singapore.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i was debating whether to get the &lt;strong&gt;No.1 in Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; OR &lt;strong&gt;No. 1 in Japan&lt;/strong&gt;.. VERY tempted to get the Japan one, but obviously, it was much more expensive than the Singapore one... hahaa.. so.. COCO and I decided to share the twin pack.. 2 for $19.90!! Each person $10..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330382612207186194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SflSvoWHMRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ho7oTBmJHr4/s400/ab44_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This !! After the purchase, we ahead home... less than 10 mins later, Coco Lee called me.. and shouted;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coco Lee : EHH!!! THE MAKE UP REMOVER!! POWER!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought she was being sacarstic at first. But she went on exclaiming.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coco Lee : WAH!! I POUR ON THE COTTON DEN PUT ON MY EYE.. DEN WIPE !! ITS ALL GONE!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : Ok ok !! RELAX!! Don't be so agitated.. BU yao ji dong !! Really so Powerful meh??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coco Lee: Hahaha!! REALLY VERY GOOD LEH!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: ok.. I haven't reach home yet.. I wash already den I will share my excitement with you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coco Lee : Hahahha.. ok!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*excitedly hangs up*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently.. I didn't realize what was waiting for me inside that small little bottle of make up remover.. until I reached home.. and stripped down into nothing - (ok.. you don't need to noe details about what i'm wearing).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway.. When I was in the bathroom, I was still feeling skeptical.. still doubting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I put the cotton on.. &lt;- (put cotton on.. I never &lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt; cotton on.. )&lt;br /&gt;Anyway… I put the cotton on my eye, and in 2 seconds.. I wipe… its GONE! (not the cotton gone, I’m referring to the mascara and the eye liner!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s THAT easy!! Its was so amazing till I was smiling to myself… I was so happy-go-lucky..  hahahahha… And after that, the bath was happy..  No more hassle !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret buying.. $10 !! Wooot !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4658104997249209521?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4658104997249209521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4658104997249209521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4658104997249209521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4658104997249209521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazing-make-up-remover.html' title='The Amazing Make up Remover !!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SflSvoWHMRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ho7oTBmJHr4/s72-c/ab44_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-312333282533382493</id><published>2009-04-14T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:02:10.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And again, I am entertained.. (hey that rhymes!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SeRNGpqwCRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Fil9iWrDMko/s1600-h/twilight.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324465436118485266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SeRNGpqwCRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Fil9iWrDMko/s400/twilight.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahha.. Death Note wants their apple back... Saw this on lingwei's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eighteenoct.wordpress.com/2009/04/13/13-april-09/"&gt;http://eighteenoct.wordpress.com/2009/04/13/13-april-09/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tot it was FUNNY !! funny funny funny.. So decided to STEAL it and POST.. heh heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a slighter more evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A SUPER LOUD EVIL LAUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ooh.. and please.. listen to this... Classical music... PERFORMED by JACK BLACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTVl8u9wtMI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTVl8u9wtMI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. not CLASSICAL classical.. But.. its from classical musics.. so its classical music originated, so its still considered as classical but not really CLASSICAL.. SO.. its called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLASSICO... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-312333282533382493?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/312333282533382493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=312333282533382493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/312333282533382493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/312333282533382493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-again-i-am-entertained-hey-that.html' title='And again, I am entertained.. (hey that rhymes!)'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SeRNGpqwCRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Fil9iWrDMko/s72-c/twilight.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1657152073248556703</id><published>2009-04-09T14:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:55:39.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know i should NOT laugh at other people's name.. But.. what were their parents thinking???</title><content type='html'>Came across some weird names since i started the working life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few just made me laugh when i hear them.. But! you can't blame me.. if you were there.. you would laugh too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just name a few that just made an impression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oral Cum&lt;/span&gt; ( I didn't noe how exactly do I spell her name.. I will elaborate later)- Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Lu Le Le&lt;/span&gt; ( yes.. her english name is Happy.. her chinese name is Le Le..) - China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pui Pui&lt;/span&gt; (I forgot her surname.. I hope its not 'See'.. or else it just proves that the parents are pure evil to call their daughter that.) - Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. only can remember these 3 names.. So this is the list of the &lt;strong&gt;TOP 3 weird names&lt;/strong&gt; I've heard so far !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Oral Cum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a train, on the way home.. This noisy bunch of young adults came in.. Guys and Girls.. They were around my age.. Probably a litte older..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY WERE VERY NOISY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the train was already SO crowded.. I was quite annoyed by them because they were just standing in front of me and talking loudly.. and I was very tired that day.. Just wanted my peaceful ride home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think they just got to know each other and they were still asking each other's name.. During that , a guy noticed that i was quite annoyed with them..  cos I 'diao' him.. (meaning.. i Stared at him with the I-am-pissed-off look).. So anyway.. I ignored him later on and waited for my stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Being infront of them... I obviously heard all of their name.. and den.. this girl introduces herself when a guy prompted her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy A : Hey.. So what's your name ?&lt;br /&gt;( By the way, Guy A was the one shouting and talking loudly.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl O (Whispers): ermm... Later den say la..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy A : huh ? Why must later say ? Say now la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl O (Whispers) : Don't want la.. Later later..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy A : Say leh... What's your name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl O finally gave in.. and said, "&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oral Cum&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy A : Huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl O : &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oral Cum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy A : WHY YOUR NAME LIKE THAT !!???!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl O : *becomes paiseh and didn't answer the question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there i was.. standing behind them.. FACING THEM!! When i heard her name.. My reaction is.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"WTF??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I tried VERY hard not to laugh.. but I think my face expression already gave me away.. So I faster picked up my handphone and started to call someone to talk to.. and LAUGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT !! Zun zun at that moment... NO RECEPTION..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already dying inside le.. the laughter is so hard to contain !!! So.. all i could do is to &lt;strong&gt;talk to myself on the phone.. and laugh out loud&lt;/strong&gt;.. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe.. its a stupid and crazy thing to do.. But i'm already dying of not being able to laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. Happy Lu Le Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just overheard from my colleague's phone conversation.. And he told us the conversation later too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;strong&gt;" I asked for the english name.. She said "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;".. I asked for the chinese name.. She said " &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Le Le&lt;/span&gt; ".. I'm serious !! She is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Lu Le Le&lt;/span&gt;!! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAA.. &lt;/strong&gt;hilarious parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Pui Pui (translated into english = Fat fat )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also from a phone call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "'Hi.. this is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pui Pui..&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *covers phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHHAHAHAHAHHAH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *uncovers phone* yes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. I'm a horrible person... &lt;strong&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT ah... come to think of it.. how come all of them are girls ?? is it a normal thing to name your daughter weirdly??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1657152073248556703?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1657152073248556703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1657152073248556703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1657152073248556703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1657152073248556703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-should-laugh-at-ppls-name-but.html' title='I know i should NOT laugh at other people&apos;s name.. But.. what were their parents thinking???'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4467715670479638354</id><published>2009-04-09T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:49:45.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Landon Gadoci</title><content type='html'>ERM.. I have just changed by 'fake' Ipod nano's music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added a few songs and took out a few songs.. This post is SO unnecessary..&lt;br /&gt;Btw, For the first 30 seconds or so, you will have the feeling that you are at some weird website with the "doo baaa baaa, doo baaa baaa, dooo baaa bbaa " chanting thing at the back.. hahhaha.. BUT! DO NOT WORRY !! the guy will start singing... and  you will have the "FINALLY!!" feeling... hahahhaa... enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda like this song lahh.. Peaceful.. meaningful... Its "Say" by One republic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Quote*&lt;br /&gt;"This song is about being happy with what you have in life, and not obsessing over what you don't have. Whether it's a person or relationship, love, or success, or even fame."&lt;br /&gt;*Unquote*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOhh.. and this guy.. I feel that he's quite.. talented.. You should have seen the covers he did..&lt;br /&gt;Look up.. "Landon Gadoci"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added 2 - 3 songs of his cover to the list.. Click on it and see his beautiful face... wahhahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out for lunch.. *rumblee in my tumblee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should upload Winnie the pooh's song too.. ok no... i'm not going to upload.. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4467715670479638354?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4467715670479638354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4467715670479638354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4467715670479638354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4467715670479638354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/04/landon-gadoci.html' title='Landon Gadoci'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-8532179216133340827</id><published>2009-04-06T15:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:17:55.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohoh!</title><content type='html'>Just stumbled across some pictures.. hahaha.. This was taken during a lunch break together with Karen and Aining ! We went to have STARBUCKS since coffee was much of a good idea for all 3 of us.. Karen insisted that we order the coffee for her.. being her first time there.. She decided to have JAVA CHIP.. So IT right... So technology related.. Like the Java script and micro chip.. blended together.. and you get Java Chip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Karen.. being all nervous and stuff.. She poke the straw.. poke poke poke.. until the coffee anyhow splash..&lt;br /&gt;I saw her looking for something, on the floor, on the table, on her bag.. and I was about to ask her what she's looking for.. BUT.. She turned to look at my shirt.. and immediately burst out laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, she saw the coffee splash out quite a big drip.. but she cannot find where it went.. so she want to search for it wanting to wipe it away or something.. when her glaze came up to my shirt.. The drip of coffee stain was there... -____- and she couldn't stop laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some funny pictures.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmzccJ9UPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_v1pUi7eZSE/s1600-h/funnypicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321481735890620658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmzccJ9UPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_v1pUi7eZSE/s400/funnypicture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hhahahaha LOOK at the top right picture!! hhahhahaha!! We were planning to do a weird face.. but we changed plans in the end.. KAREN, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not paying attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she went to do the weird face.. HAHAHAHA when we checked the photo, we LAUGHED out loud !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we asked her to do a series of self-high expression that, felt.... wrong... hhahaa.. Bravo Karen.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdm0fk5rqSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t8xcjpG004Q/s1600-h/karen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321482889289509154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdm0fk5rqSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t8xcjpG004Q/s400/karen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and last but not least.. I shall entertain you all with this face... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdm1WYsUTOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mrl8hNgoJ4c/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321483830905031906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdm1WYsUTOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mrl8hNgoJ4c/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know.. stupid look right??? Just for entertaining YOUUU.. tsk.. How nice am I ? &lt;strong&gt;TOO nice&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk... *shakes head* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-8532179216133340827?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/8532179216133340827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=8532179216133340827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8532179216133340827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8532179216133340827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohoh.html' title='ohoh!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmzccJ9UPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_v1pUi7eZSE/s72-c/funnypicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3452006830604486522</id><published>2009-04-06T11:22:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:39:49.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BP's Birthday post.. *expired*</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned before (I think), Time flies like lightning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again it is Baika aka BP aka Pang Boon Pang's birthday.. For many years now, ever since poly days, we have been unable to celebrate a decent birthday with him due to term breaks or stressful exams periods where the only thing we have ever thought of doing is this dreadful routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The ROUTINE-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a library,&lt;br /&gt;sit down,&lt;br /&gt;place out our &lt;strong&gt;STACKS&lt;/strong&gt; of revision practise papers nicely on the table&lt;br /&gt;Place both hands on our heads&lt;br /&gt;Start pulling our hairs out till our head hurts,&lt;br /&gt;and den go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This routine is mostly done is school librarys, national librarys, Macdonalds(where it is not a good place for me.. too many distractions)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. I've sidetracked.... ok back to Baika's birthday celebration.. During the years.. we have stored up our love and this year, we celebrated his birthday at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW YORK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; woooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok.. We didn't really &lt;strong&gt;GO&lt;/strong&gt; to New York la.. That would be TOO much love....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead.. We went to NEWYORK NEWYORK!! (Still exciting right???)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold !!THE NEW YORK POST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmegd6ONQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/x9_Xjs_OKtg/s1600-h/DSCN0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321458715336783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmegd6ONQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/x9_Xjs_OKtg/s400/DSCN0828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday boy's dish.. He ordered pineapple chicken but he takes away the pineapple.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmi2mEBxHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tGg9CpIZCWY/s1600-h/DSCN0845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321463493529027698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmi2mEBxHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tGg9CpIZCWY/s400/DSCN0845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining's dish, filled with cabbage.. SO not appealing to me at all.. AT ALL!!! ok.. maybe the chicken shreds and the crumbs.. BUT THATS ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmfzsgDyLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wALgUL7phCo/s1600-h/DSCN0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321460145182722226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmfzsgDyLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wALgUL7phCo/s400/DSCN0843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabi's so appetizing pasta.. So full of colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmjIs-gHvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VuSyjduyttw/s1600-h/DSCN0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321463804622544626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmjIs-gHvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VuSyjduyttw/s400/DSCN0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huimin's HALF spring chicken i tink.. which looked so good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmlM66ZrNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7_C6udt0LLM/s1600-h/DSC01046_-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321466076106173650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmlM66ZrNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7_C6udt0LLM/s400/DSC01046_-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen's dish of HUGE Salty balls.. I mean.. Salty MEATBALLS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmjzt-OK4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/S4vfNtwRtPQ/s1600-h/DSCN0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321464543624178562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmjzt-OK4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/S4vfNtwRtPQ/s400/DSCN0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia's 2 Long sausages that looked VERY wrong when she finished 3/4 of the last one and left it 'hanging' there (without the egg covering it).. No one WANTS to eat it.. Too embarrassing.. hahhahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmkG-6LHWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0RSC-Jw_tdM/s1600-h/DSCN0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321464874588118370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmkG-6LHWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0RSC-Jw_tdM/s400/DSCN0847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. my very sad boring dish.. -__- seriously.. When it arrived on my table.. I thought to myself " !!! WTH?! its like lying there so sadly... One piece!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmmBVoK3QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Pq6olzXTr7s/s1600-h/DSCN0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321466976630660354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmmBVoK3QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Pq6olzXTr7s/s400/DSCN0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that.. I still had fun la.. hahaha.. cos there are FREE candy floss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my face when I heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;there's free candy floss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmoprgGvUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JcQOUfbJZBs/s1600-h/DSCN0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321469868720438594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmoprgGvUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/JcQOUfbJZBs/s400/DSCN0850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok not really la.. I have no idea why I looked so shocked and happy at that time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with the FLOSS~~~ Ours looked like a hairdryer.. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmmob-2M2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/0lkspwXPvQU/s1600-h/DSCN0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321467648351286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmmob-2M2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/0lkspwXPvQU/s400/DSCN0859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Karen TORE it apart.. accidently? or out of rage?? I'm suspicious that shocked face of yours when you TORE IT APART, and went &lt;strong&gt;"AIYAH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmnHyyZWdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HJ_afjFKur4/s1600-h/DSCN0864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321468187049023954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmnHyyZWdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HJ_afjFKur4/s400/DSCN0864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the table got a TREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmnmcGNy2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/YvRGL213U1Q/s1600-h/DSCN0863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321468713534081890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmnmcGNy2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/YvRGL213U1Q/s400/DSCN0863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they thought it would be funny if I used the candy floss as a moustache or a beard..&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I ended up doing THIS.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmoCb7lkVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PWWqYD1aLEE/s1600-h/DSCN0865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321469194525839698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmoCb7lkVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PWWqYD1aLEE/s400/DSCN0865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy gets his bloody nice chocolate cake from Cedele.. Damn nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmpg55A2fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q-Bo7mhdaU8/s1600-h/DSCN0866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321470817475811826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmpg55A2fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q-Bo7mhdaU8/s400/DSCN0866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the present..&lt;br /&gt;I have to point out the Yellow Ribbon on his beanie.. HAVE to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmpxWZzKOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qJig2pFQ5Bo/s1600-h/DSCN0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321471100007426274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdmpxWZzKOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/qJig2pFQ5Bo/s400/DSCN0880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmqd7K7LhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/w07FTAAJ6ko/s1600-h/DSCN0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321471865791393298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmqd7K7LhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/w07FTAAJ6ko/s400/DSCN0884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second shot after Baika shouted at the waitress.. hahhahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmqrerc6lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YyevX_1eEkU/s1600-h/DSCN0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321472098661362258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmqrerc6lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YyevX_1eEkU/s400/DSCN0885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.. The post of Baika's 22nd birthday.. Thank you thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3452006830604486522?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3452006830604486522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3452006830604486522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3452006830604486522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3452006830604486522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/04/bps-birthday-post-expired.html' title='BP&apos;s Birthday post.. *expired*'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sdmegd6ONQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/x9_Xjs_OKtg/s72-c/DSCN0828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7162628605307116078</id><published>2009-04-01T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:43:57.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward.. Where'd you go??</title><content type='html'>"Bella, we're leaving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why now? Another Year-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bella, it's time. How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming thirty-three now. We'd have to start over soon regardless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace. Why did we have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared back coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you say we -, " I whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to ask one favor, though, if that's not too much," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything," I vowed, my voice faintly stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't do anything reckless or stupid, take care of yourself" he ordered, no longer detached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded "I will," I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'll make you a promise in return," he said. "I promise you that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this again.You can go on with your life without any more interference from me.It will be as if I'd never existed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY EDWARD!!!! WHY!!!!!! OH MANNNN   OH MY GOD ! WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE FUCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-_- over-reacting to a book? yes I am..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7162628605307116078?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7162628605307116078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7162628605307116078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7162628605307116078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7162628605307116078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-moon-shit-edward-whered-you-go.html' title='Edward.. Where&apos;d you go??'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3751718138713427153</id><published>2009-03-30T17:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:54:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where did my '-.-' face go??? *pause*</title><content type='html'>This is just random la ah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with my colleague.. Den.. she said something lame.. &lt;br /&gt;and I went -.- .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is.. after typing "&lt;strong&gt;-.-&lt;/strong&gt;" and &lt;enter&gt; I could not find where the face went ?! It was not in my msn chat box.. So I thought that I didn't actually type it.. I was very confused at the moment.. until I went back to another window to do my work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_-&lt;/strong&gt; den i saw the face.. with the error message (code not found)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdCWaq51PTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cT-VfchyK0I/s1600-h/hiportexpression.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdCWaq51PTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cT-VfchyK0I/s400/hiportexpression.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318916544862174514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only respond was this face, &lt;strong&gt;-.- &lt;/strong&gt;plus a very plain "oh"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3751718138713427153?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3751718138713427153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3751718138713427153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3751718138713427153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3751718138713427153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-my-face-go-pause.html' title='where did my &apos;-.-&apos; face go??? *pause*'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdCWaq51PTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cT-VfchyK0I/s72-c/hiportexpression.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-5075652460505783301</id><published>2009-03-30T17:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:55:52.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There you are.. another "interesting" post!</title><content type='html'>As usual.. Morning chats with Aining just 'made' my day.. hahaa.. but today a little busy ah.. Alot of things to do.. But.. despite, I decided to take time off my work to see her facebook because she said that she took the 'What is your real age' quiz and it resulted that her real age is 21 whereas mine was 17 !! I REFUSE to believe.. thus, being TOTALLY doubtful.. I went to her facebook and scrutinize every single quiz... HHAHHAHAHA I did not find that quiz.. but BETTER.. I FOUND THIS..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdCXB3MpJJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NumU0XTNMAw/s1600-h/AININGMURDER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 81px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdCXB3MpJJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NumU0XTNMAw/s400/AININGMURDER.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318917218177197202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*quote*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining took &lt;strong&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE??? &lt;/strong&gt;quiz and the result is &lt;strong&gt;Murder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You will die by being stabbed by someone you thought was your soulmate...turns out not. Your body will be never seen by another living person and your death remains a mystery to police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*unquote*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made mi laugh is her reaction to that..(-_-omgwthwtf) hahhaha.. and profile picture beside it that totally doesn't match the comment.. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as being the curious wild boar.. I decided to give the quiz a go.. -__- and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the same result... I would be murdered.. -_- and den.. It occured to me that Aining's comment PERFECTLY describes what i'm feeling.. So.. well done Aining.. for your Omg WTH WTF... I guess CURIOUSITY really KILLS the &lt;strike&gt;CAT&lt;/strike&gt; wild boar -.- so much for laughing at you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-5075652460505783301?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/5075652460505783301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=5075652460505783301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5075652460505783301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5075652460505783301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-you-are-another-interesting-post.html' title='There you are.. another &quot;interesting&quot; post!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SdCXB3MpJJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NumU0XTNMAw/s72-c/AININGMURDER.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-5140214118280757854</id><published>2009-03-20T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:54:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.mytwinhauntsme.com/</title><content type='html'>http://www.mytwinhauntsme.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to this link and look through the pictures.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining refuse to go to the link cos she said its a horror movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much persuasion, I decided to call her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh.. you got watch the link or not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining : Whatt... I don't wan to watch.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No la.. AIYA.. its not horror la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining : Den ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Its just a show.. very nice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining : Whatttt... She just looking at the script what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Go to the next picturee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining : what... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and the next thing i hear is... *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining: Damn you, Jocelyn! DAMN YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-5140214118280757854?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/5140214118280757854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=5140214118280757854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5140214118280757854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5140214118280757854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpwwwmytwinhauntsmecom.html' title='http://www.mytwinhauntsme.com/'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-8291032566957326117</id><published>2009-03-20T17:05:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:02:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 day adventure on 17th March 2009</title><content type='html'>After the reporting weeks, i'm proud to say that "I'M STILL ALIVE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wanted very much to take a day or two off work and have a great rest. I can't do it on Monday because I have to at least hand over some of the things over to my colleague before I kick the door open to total freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. on Tuesday, I took a rather impromptu halfday + a full Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;Being the blur person I am.. After taking the half day, I REALISED that I had nobody to hang out with!! Actually wanted to go home and sleep away the day but, something inside of me is screaming &lt;strong&gt;"COME ON, YOU PIG! DO SOMETHING!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was, with my morning chats with Aining, and I just decided to drag her into this deep pit of &lt;strike&gt;death&lt;/strike&gt; fun.. In the end, she did it, she took half day JUST FOR ME!! wahahahhaa.. I'm sorry, but you noe you just couldn't resist the temptation of going out with me.. Right?? Right?? hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, part of the conversation, I decided to bring her to a place where Faiz brought me to for a birthday surprise treat. Which the first experience there was great.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNeZheW4pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YUFo6dyHJCE/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNeZheW4pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YUFo6dyHJCE/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315195777802756754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here it is, behind paragon, where you have to walk by a MANSION to get there..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNew8CbSXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4S4JEasweOg/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNew8CbSXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4S4JEasweOg/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315196180070353266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNe5uoM4XI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-8o0v_GRn2g/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNe5uoM4XI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-8o0v_GRn2g/s320/page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315196331089518962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice place with nice settings..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNfdm8Y8GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QjzxFjf1lsA/s1600-h/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNfdm8Y8GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QjzxFjf1lsA/s320/IMG_0656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315196947502002274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, trying to explain the set promotion for her.. Analaysing every dish and concluding that she will be stuffed to the fullest even before she reach the main course!! I mean LOOK AT THE PROMOTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNfWoSZKyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KVNJ5d99tFc/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNfWoSZKyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KVNJ5d99tFc/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315196827603643170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is wild mushroom Soup.. SOUP!!&lt;br /&gt;Den you have to eat the salad... SALAD!! &lt;br /&gt;Den you have to go on to eggs.. EGGS!! not just any Eggs, they have Fried.. FRIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled.. SCRAMBLED!! and OMELETTE!! OMELETTE !! DO YOU NOE HOW FILLING IS OMELETTE??&lt;br /&gt;Den still not done! YOU HAVE TO appetize yourself with their APPETIZERS!! And they'll serve you SASAUGES!! SASAUGES!!! And after stuffing all those down your belly, THEN you can have your main course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Aining said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*quote*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she rattled on..and on...&lt;br /&gt;(and of cos we decided on having al la carte..to save all the niaming.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*unquote*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__- So... We ordered our meals and waited.. During the wait, we saw this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNi8vcZpnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ay1dFT27rBo/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNi8vcZpnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ay1dFT27rBo/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315200780894578290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see my -__- expression through the bottle.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNjj75lxfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0HV2s3RpMhY/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNjj75lxfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0HV2s3RpMhY/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315201454253131250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were served by the mushroom soup first!! MUST HAVE mushroom soup!! &lt;em&gt;(okay, I'm feeling hungry now as I type this)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__- So .. yea.. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNiFnPayII/AAAAAAAAAFY/p0MTyJjKIHE/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNiFnPayII/AAAAAAAAAFY/p0MTyJjKIHE/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315199833799837826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had that.. &lt;em&gt;and I had.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNiYGOUx9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/L8mhEqLabJE/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNiYGOUx9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/L8mhEqLabJE/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315200151354394578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yummm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNj5kmm1xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7am7NPP0FhA/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNj5kmm1xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7am7NPP0FhA/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315201825956615954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topped off by the refreshing SORBET that's so refreshing that it reminded her of the public toilet refreshener.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNkbq6GfoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6UmAcTzRhgw/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNkbq6GfoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6UmAcTzRhgw/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315202411764547202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had this cream thing to die for!! oh.. (but the first time i tried it is nicer..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. And as usual, with AINING and her SIDEKICK camera that came in handy when we were full and BORED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNlAFOHPgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uaVYFuDYXEk/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNlAFOHPgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uaVYFuDYXEk/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203037303094786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNlUu7-XkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JEmkumihx-4/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNlUu7-XkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JEmkumihx-4/s320/page3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203392098688578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNlj3zJ3fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5HD7l08-DQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNlj3zJ3fI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5HD7l08-DQ0/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203652175650290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNlfEb4iVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y74yVrR3aNY/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNlfEb4iVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y74yVrR3aNY/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203569668360530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'm seriously tired.. and HUNGRY while blogging.. so I shall COPY Aining's posting over.. Pai seh.. VERY LAZY!!! SO.. As she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it was a nice meal.&lt;br /&gt;and it could have been better if there isnt this most-horrible-attitude-waiter i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;we had the whole restaurant to ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;but he was really having major attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he didnt greet us when we come in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;2. he was super not helpful and impatient when we asked for his recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;3. he didnt even say "enjoy ur meal. may i clear this?" - nothing.&lt;br /&gt;4. he just gave us the cheque when we didnt ask for it making us feel we should leave soon and stop hogging his time in serving us.&lt;br /&gt;5. he didnt even say "thank you. goodbye. hope to see you again" crap when we left. it made us feel like we're sorry for dining here. and just stood up and left just like that.&lt;br /&gt;damn him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;ONE THING!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being not sure that &lt;strong&gt;Dido is actually a singer&lt;/strong&gt;, Aining kept on insisting me to sing &lt;strong&gt;'DIDO'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the song&lt;/strong&gt;.. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining:&lt;/strong&gt; oh.. DIDO!.. Sing leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh ? Sing what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining:&lt;/strong&gt; Dido la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; yea la! SING WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining:&lt;/strong&gt; DIDO !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining:&lt;/strong&gt; SING ! DIDO ! SING ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;WHAT SONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining:&lt;/strong&gt; DIDO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;   -___- Dido is the artist, Aining... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining:&lt;/strong&gt; OH! *become paiseh and totally shut up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; HHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHA!!!! I'M BLOGGING THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining:&lt;/strong&gt; please don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; HHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaa... hahhahhaha... I shall end off with this paiseh-ness of hers.. SO it'll have the GREAT IMPACT... *evil laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-8291032566957326117?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/8291032566957326117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=8291032566957326117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8291032566957326117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8291032566957326117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-day-adventure-on-17th-march-2009.html' title='1/2 day adventure on 17th March 2009'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/ScNeZheW4pI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YUFo6dyHJCE/s72-c/IMG_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2401496304811777443</id><published>2009-03-19T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:48:57.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>ok.. Erm.. First, I would like to apologise to my blog for missing its 3rd year anniversary for A FREAKING HALF MONTH(15days)!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise it till now! Oh.. I am a horrible horrible blogger.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. 3 years pass like thunder.. or lightning.. (ok.. lightning is faster.. so.. 3 years pass like lightning..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago.. When I was starting this blog, never did I expect it to last this long.. It started out with pure sadness and 'bu-she-de-ness' with ta05.. my beloved ta05.. now, we all seemed to be ok with the distance.. We've all become busy ppl that the only chance we are able to meet is because we work near each other or, some just come down all the way to eat lunch cos they miss &lt;strike&gt;me&lt;/strike&gt; US too much..(talking about Karen, Angelia, Lydia).. hahaa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to know that someone still haven got over some things that happened almost 3 years ago.. He is still angry.. I am still ignored.. still seeking for  forgiveness.. (pardon me, everytime i tink of a05, i will tink of this lost friendship).. and i will get super emo.. I actually LOST a friend.. a good friend.. I can only blame on the 19year old me for letting this happen.. I am still sorry.. It is one mistake in life which I regret having.. Seriously.. this affects me.. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is his way of saying "you deserve it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya.. All i could do is wait and i don't care if its too late to apologise.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I'm meeting Karen and Aining for lunch later.. Eating SUBWAY again.. decided to be adventurous and try the one at Temasek Tower and maybe, MAYBE, Karen may find her Harry Potter in shining armor on this bimbotic Thursday of hers.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - I'm Agent BOREDChop for today..  Stress Index level = 80 says:&lt;br /&gt;may you find your Harry potter there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;HP HP HP HP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - I'm Agent BOREDChop for today..  Stress Index level = 80 says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - I'm Agent BOREDChop for today..  Stress Index level = 80 says:&lt;br /&gt;you can scan around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - I'm Agent BOREDChop for today..  Stress Index level = 80 says:&lt;br /&gt;and pretend to drop a piece of cabbage on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;cabbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - I'm Agent BOREDChop for today..  Stress Index level = 80 says:&lt;br /&gt;and say "oooh.. i'm Sorry,.. i dropped my cabbage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - I'm Agent BOREDChop for today..  Stress Index level = 80 says:&lt;br /&gt;den he will say "oh... miss.. that's.. lettuce. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - I'm Agent BOREDChop for today..  Stress Index level = 80 says:&lt;br /&gt;den u laugh "Ohh Huuhhuuhuuhuuhuu... How silly of me.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;-___________-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;idiot jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - I'm Agent BOREDChop for today..  Stress Index level = 80 says:&lt;br /&gt;den when he asked for ur name, say you are 'harmonie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;horrible jocelyn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Karen*~ says:&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2401496304811777443?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2401496304811777443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2401496304811777443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2401496304811777443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2401496304811777443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-belated-anniversary.html' title='Happy belated Anniversary!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4670846607251455844</id><published>2009-03-11T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:10:07.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is.. interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sbe4J-2wmFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2uqyeLAEOW8/s1600-h/zackandmiriposter-(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sbe4J-2wmFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2uqyeLAEOW8/s320/zackandmiriposter-(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311916767137798226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4670846607251455844?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4670846607251455844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4670846607251455844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4670846607251455844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4670846607251455844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-interesting.html' title='this is.. interesting'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sbe4J-2wmFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2uqyeLAEOW8/s72-c/zackandmiriposter-(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-550778358127737375</id><published>2009-03-11T19:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:09:27.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@@@At Macdonalds@@@</title><content type='html'>I realise that these kinda conversation often happen to me that makes me smile to myself.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mac to da bao dinner for my late night OT-ing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order 6 pcs NUGGUTS meal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;strong&gt;"Can I have another &lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;acket of curry sauce?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy replied : &lt;strong&gt;"Huh? what you wan? what &lt;strong&gt;p&lt;/strong&gt;apaya?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;strong&gt;"CURRY SAUCE!! CURRY SAUCE!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pulls hair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-550778358127737375?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/550778358127737375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=550778358127737375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/550778358127737375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/550778358127737375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-macdonalds.html' title='@@@At Macdonalds@@@'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-639829022188450251</id><published>2009-03-10T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:21:42.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High on Coffee once again</title><content type='html'>My colleague!! told me to quit next week instead!! Even though I was quite determine to quit drinking this week!! but I guess I need it!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM QUITE HYPER !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SEEMED EXCITING!!!! Like.. REPORTS DUE TODAY !! WOO!!! SUPER EXCITING !!! &lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO THE TOILET!! WOOO!!! SUPER EXCITING !!! I'M USING A PEN!!! WOOOO!!! SUPER EXCITING !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe.. EVERYTHING is super EXCITING!! ahh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. NOw its 6:18pm on my PC.. and i'm still in the office.. don't tink I will go home anytime soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really feel like killing someone now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-639829022188450251?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/639829022188450251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=639829022188450251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/639829022188450251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/639829022188450251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/high-on-coffee-once-again.html' title='High on Coffee once again'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-5830766823678491140</id><published>2009-03-06T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:21:06.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz Live Concert In Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SbDqfAt0pCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5pZ6iquFwuQ/s1600-h/mraz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SbDqfAt0pCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5pZ6iquFwuQ/s320/mraz.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310001779158852642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoO!! I went to Jason Mraz's concert yesterday ! 5th March 2009 ! my very very very first live concert! (excluding the orchestra kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarel bought the tickets from one of his customers.. 2 tickets for $24bucks !! is that a good deal or what ?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. anyway.. the concert was great.. Jason was great and the crowd was also great.. well i've got nothing to him compare to.. So he's like a benchmark for all future performances that hopefully, I get to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed by his vocals.. really flexible from high to low to high to low to high.. like wth ! den he did his bidobi dobi dobi bap bi thingy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.. he's a singer.. a rather good one... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-5830766823678491140?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/5830766823678491140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=5830766823678491140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5830766823678491140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5830766823678491140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/jason-mraz-live-concert-in-singapore.html' title='Jason Mraz Live Concert In Singapore!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SbDqfAt0pCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5pZ6iquFwuQ/s72-c/mraz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3518143129940959860</id><published>2009-03-06T15:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:30:32.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random comment</title><content type='html'>Don't you tink the guy playing Chopin's Etude Op. 10 no. 4 played a little madly ?&lt;br /&gt;hhahahaa.. he like going mad at (1:13) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVlA6D33P18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVlA6D33P18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3518143129940959860?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3518143129940959860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3518143129940959860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3518143129940959860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3518143129940959860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-comment.html' title='Random comment'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1484523399611572902</id><published>2009-03-06T14:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:31:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Experience during lunch</title><content type='html'>Today was busy as usual. So after much consideration, I decided to have lunch at my all so 'favourite' SUBWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the way there.. I realised.. "wait a minute.. where the hell is that SUBWAY at temasek tower????" .. so while finding, I saw a poster that says a restuarant downstairs is having a promotion. So.. being the forever curious cat/&lt;strong&gt;pig&lt;/strong&gt;.. I decided to check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greated by the one staff who was very polite.. I sat down and looked through the menu and quickly make my choice since I'm only left with half an hour to eat( I went for lunch at 1:30pm today). And, I ordered steak..! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the wait.. This particular waiter &lt;strong&gt;(main lead of this post)&lt;/strong&gt;, came to my table and placed the utensils, I told him " I'm having steak.. " and he said " oh.. you are having steak.. " and changed my knife to a steak knife.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Den I was eating eating eating and finally, I finished eating.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same waiter came to my table and asked mi.. "Hi.. How's your meal ? Good ?"&lt;br /&gt;I just replied "hmm.. not bad.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on asking.. "So is it your first time here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "yea "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : "oh.. I hope to see you here often.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : " erm.. ok.... " *smiled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waiter walks off to clear plates..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for the bill and the &lt;strong&gt;same waiter &lt;/strong&gt;handed it to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when back with my card, I signed the bill and gave it back to him and said "Thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : oh.. you are so shy and pretty.. (THAT WAS NOT THE REPLY THAT I WAS EXPECTING.. maybe a "welcome, see you again.. ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being a little lost, I said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : O_o erm.. Thank you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : You work around here ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (still shocked and a little scared) Yea.. just next building.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Oh.. next time lunch here often ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : o_O erm... ok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : smiles and walks away.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : 0_0 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I kept my card in my wallet and immediately leave the restuarant.. when I'm out.. I threw away the receipt and thought to myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'm going back there again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's just.. weird.. although to hear that from someone is, nice.. but... The comment was so RANDOM and SO UNCALLED for !! its was kinda scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no.. he's not exactly the kind that looks like he'll say these things to girls.. He's like those super shy kinda guy.. BUT WHEN HE TALKS !! tat's what scares me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys nowadays.. You never know what's beneath that skin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1484523399611572902?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1484523399611572902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1484523399611572902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1484523399611572902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1484523399611572902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/killer-experience-during-lunch.html' title='Killer Experience during lunch'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3597719395721962881</id><published>2009-03-01T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:58:27.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco Lee aka Love Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; u go out the rain n stand la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; also can bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ziqi- ٩(͡๏̯͡๏)۶ ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ yes Chloé!! hoho says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; shit u&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ziqi- ٩(͡๏̯͡๏)۶ ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ yes Chloé!! hoho says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anywa rain stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ziqi- ٩(͡๏̯͡๏)۶ ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ yes Chloé!! hoho says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; left abit nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no leh.. still got thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ziqi- ٩(͡๏̯͡๏)۶ ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ yes Chloé!! hoho says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt; i also just hear thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -__-&lt;br /&gt; we leave near each other&lt;br /&gt; across the road nia&lt;br /&gt; i hear thunder of cos u hear thunder la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ziqi- ٩(͡๏̯͡๏)۶ ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ yes Chloé!! hoho says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahahahhahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ziqi- ٩(͡๏̯͡๏)۶ ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ yes Chloé!! hoho says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; maybe only you can hear??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; RIGHT????&lt;br /&gt; NO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts to rain again....................... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3597719395721962881?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3597719395721962881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3597719395721962881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3597719395721962881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3597719395721962881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/03/coco-lee-aka-love-lee.html' title='Coco Lee aka Love Lee'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2290844601278319594</id><published>2009-02-28T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:05:40.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late..... to apologise</title><content type='html'>Random post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3am.. I just woke up.. and was feeling a little hungry so i randomly asked.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Dear.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : yea ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Are you hungry ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Why ? you hungry ? if u are, we go downstairs eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh?? No no no.. I lazy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Den i cook noodle for you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : huh ??? Don't want la.. I'm not very hungry.. Just asking only.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : You ah.. Next time not hungry don't ask mi if i'm hungry... you see? now I feel like cooking for u.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : really.. I'm not hungry.. don't need to cook.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him (gets up) : Its too late...... to apologise.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks out and cook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : -______-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2290844601278319594?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2290844601278319594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2290844601278319594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2290844601278319594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2290844601278319594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-too-late-to-apologise.html' title='It&apos;s too late..... to apologise'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4255973050609678006</id><published>2009-02-27T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:49:15.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i was just bored during lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Saeay6EP_1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/cHRk7x3EuJc/s1600-h/TESETING2(stupid+2+).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Saeay6EP_1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/cHRk7x3EuJc/s320/TESETING2(stupid+2+).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307380885250637650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it rather lame too... i agree... wahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4255973050609678006?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4255973050609678006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4255973050609678006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4255973050609678006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4255973050609678006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-i-was-just-bored-during-lunch.html' title='ok i was just bored during lunch'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Saeay6EP_1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/cHRk7x3EuJc/s72-c/TESETING2(stupid+2+).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6275355609625275474</id><published>2009-02-27T10:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:53:42.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday.. More pictures coming right up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SadeZh_aiLI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZrLloPPlgdI/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SadeZh_aiLI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZrLloPPlgdI/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307314478593509554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner by the sunset.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SadeoIs7jPI/AAAAAAAAADw/C5m2--WXbLQ/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SadeoIs7jPI/AAAAAAAAADw/C5m2--WXbLQ/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307314729503132914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we managed to finish all the dishes.. *bloated*&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl Shark's Fin for 2-4 pax ( nice ) - u can't see the serving bowl cos its too big to fit in the pic.. &lt;br /&gt;1 Ten wonder duck 2-4 pax ( nice ) &lt;br /&gt;1 Mushroom with brocolli 2-4 pax ( erm.. ok ok la.. )&lt;br /&gt;1 XO fried rice 2-4 pax ( nice ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is alot of food.. Luckily we didn't order our usual XO fried rice &lt;strong&gt;for 5 pax&lt;/strong&gt;.. yes.. we normally order fried rice for 5 pax.. plus the Ten Wonder duck plus vegetables plus drinks.. and the waitresses will always ask us.. &lt;br /&gt;" are you sure ? the quantity is for 5 people.. you want to change to the 2 - 4 pax one ? " &lt;br /&gt;They always thought that 2 un-fat people could not finish that.. but NO! everytime we proved them wrong.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sade8v_nXbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YugeBroxFXE/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/Sade8v_nXbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YugeBroxFXE/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307315083647868338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday present from Jarel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SadhvAwL9lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8csrwCUKLTI/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SadhvAwL9lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8csrwCUKLTI/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307318146163275346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box damn nice... erm... of cos the wallet is nicer la.. haaha.. can't praise the box too much.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like to thank him for taking time off work for that day.. and thank him for the present.. Thank you.. I love it.. and I love you.. hahaaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6275355609625275474?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6275355609625275474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6275355609625275474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6275355609625275474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6275355609625275474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-present-from-my-birthday-more.html' title='my birthday.. More pictures coming right up.'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SadeZh_aiLI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZrLloPPlgdI/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4355095509616306354</id><published>2009-02-24T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:40:34.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seemed that many ppl are dreaming abt war.. hmmm</title><content type='html'>After seeing Aining's nick, I decided to talk to her.. &lt;br /&gt;"♥ ∂ïnïng - I had a nightmare. . . . i was a captive in a terrorist attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny.. it seems that many ppl are dreaming abt war these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO SCARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you the onli hostage ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just telling karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia was in it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was brought to a corner...&lt;br /&gt; cos one of the officer see she pretty&lt;br /&gt; and i think she refused&lt;br /&gt; den she got shot!&lt;br /&gt; saw her half body lying and pool of blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but duno why later she survived!&lt;br /&gt; but...&lt;br /&gt; she became a little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a black kid..u know black&lt;br /&gt; den she say is her grandma gave her a antidote&lt;br /&gt; which made her live but it will shorten her life and she will be a young kid forever&lt;br /&gt; den she was still v positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing tank top...and her bra strap was showing&lt;br /&gt; she still tell me&lt;br /&gt; "look i can wear younghearts now"&lt;br /&gt; zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rem tt day i went heeren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur bithday ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den saw younghearts bra shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahhahhhahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still tease her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rem u wear younghearts last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to buy now or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den she say.."eh i wear triumph now okie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya like wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she became a BLACK kid leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like those african look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was in a sch u know! everyday u stay in the class room..when they decide to shot u today they'll come&lt;br /&gt; and u'll run from the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SCARY JOCEYLN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SCARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop - The name is Pork... PorkChop....        CHOP CHOP KA LI PORK!!!! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den in the end were u shot ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My nightmare the other day was scary.. but not as scary as hers...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;o.O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4355095509616306354?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4355095509616306354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4355095509616306354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4355095509616306354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4355095509616306354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/seemed-that-many-ppl-are-dreaming-abt.html' title='Seemed that many ppl are dreaming abt war.. hmmm'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1021728277221232199</id><published>2009-02-24T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:56:39.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet experience..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*Self note to myself : Never.. EVER... EVER.. stay in the toilet for too long after 7pm.. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SaLUOj6LiiI/AAAAAAAAADg/a3kZRje1efc/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SaLUOj6LiiI/AAAAAAAAADg/a3kZRje1efc/s320/toilet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306036657618389538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share one incident today that literally scared the shit out of me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was OT-ing today till around 8pm.. den before leaving the office, my stomach a little pain.. so I decided to use the toilet for awhile.. So I went in.. the toilet was dark but when i walked in, the lights came on..(sensor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went in, and did my business.. I think I was in there for more den 15mins.. Just when I was almost done, reaching for my second batch of toilet paper for the final wipe, guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BLARDY LIGHTS WENT OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to my mind was, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TOILET WAS SO BLARDY DARK AND HAD A BLARDY AIR-TIGHT KINDA SILENCE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searched frantically for the handle of my cubicle door and my bag got in the way, I got hold of my bag and threw it on the floor and swang the door open !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared until I RAN out of the cubicle &lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT PULLING UP MY PANTS!! &lt;/strong&gt;AND ALMOST HIT THE WALL!!! &lt;strong&gt;( ITS WAS SO DARK UNTIL I CAN'T EVEN SEE WHERE AM I GOIN!!! )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RAN OUT JUST TO ACTIVATE THE SENSOR.. When I ran near the toilet's main door, the sensor is activated and the lights came on... And I faster run back to my cubicle to wear my pants properly.. Took my bag, wash my hands and left the toilet immediately..!! I'm SO lucky that nobody walked in the toilet when I was running out of the cubicle.. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to laugh or to be afriad of today's experience...&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is clear.. NEVER STAY IN THE TOILET TOO LONG AFTER 7PM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh shit.. now to think of it.. did i remember to flush the toilet?? =X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1021728277221232199?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1021728277221232199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1021728277221232199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1021728277221232199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1021728277221232199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/toilet-experience_24.html' title='Toilet experience..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SaLUOj6LiiI/AAAAAAAAADg/a3kZRje1efc/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3207602116494073131</id><published>2009-02-20T11:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:09:23.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to upload the videos of my birthday</title><content type='html'>Pardon me if it's too draggy.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9jMNTDjWoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9jMNTDjWoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. I didn't even notice Aining taking the video.. I tot they were laughing cos Aining told us that she waited in there ALONE.. thinking that we are meeting her there.. Who noes.. !! Like Esther said: &lt;strong&gt;"wo men na ni ke neng pang seh ni?" (how would we pang seh you?"&lt;/strong&gt; Awww... you guys.. hahahaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gn33sj8OAJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gn33sj8OAJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first present.. a red lighter.. it is red in colour to light up my passion.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen:&lt;/strong&gt; "its red colour right and a lighter right.. so it'll light up ur passion.. bisssssh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGvPdeDCCCU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGvPdeDCCCU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i was QUITE paiseh to be standing ON A CHAIR.. and shocked for about a second there, that the crew lighted up the stick so abruptly in front of me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried lying to the crew that my name is Lydia.. tsk.. seriously, he almost believed me!!! but the rest just have to correct him LOUDLY.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny part is.. AINING.. u can see the camera going up and down, up and down because she is LAUGHING non-stop.. and can't aim properly... -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can see.. I am good in blowing... THE CANDLES.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwftn2PRrnE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwftn2PRrnE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry abt the nodding.. I didn't noe what to say!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: &lt;strong&gt;post it on youtube.. see what ppl comment on it.. Like "what's with all the nodding???"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: &lt;strong&gt;den post random questions like " are you an idiot ? " *nods* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia to Tabi ( snatching the cam from her ): come come come I help u.. I help u I help u... *hahhaahahahhahaa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the part abt thanking Baika.. &lt;strong&gt;I would like to clarify that WE DID NOT WEAR THE SAME TEH KOR (UNDERWEAR) THAT DAY!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Just to clarify oK~..!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part when I was about to thank Angelia, I seriously do not know why I gave those expressions.. I repeated myself cause I realised that I said the wrong thing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said : I tot you weren't coming, I was so happy, but u came.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be : I tot you weren't coming, but u came, I was so happy.. &lt;br /&gt;That's y I repeated myself!! Cos it sounded like, I was upset that she made it for the dinner.. BUT BAIKA.. WITH HIS DIRTY MIND, MADE ME TINK OTHERWISE WITH THAT SENTENCE.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. you can see Baika making the comment about the *COMING* part.. that I understood STRAIGHT AWAY.. HAHHAA.. I WANTED TO ASKED HIM TO STOP SAYING IT BUT ITS TOO LATE.. I'M ALREADY LAUGHING!!! SOMEMORE LYDIA KEEP ASKING US TO EXPLAIN!!! &lt;br /&gt;AINING to ANGELIA : &lt;strong&gt;OH MY GODDDD!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!! DON'T TOUCH MEEE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless ah.. priceless... hahahhahaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is all.... Thank you all again la ah.. and Aining, thank u for uploading the videos on youtube ah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3207602116494073131?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3207602116494073131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3207602116494073131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3207602116494073131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3207602116494073131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/trying-to-up-load-videos-of-my-birthday.html' title='trying to upload the videos of my birthday'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-5139004081644683800</id><published>2009-02-16T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:13:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 22nd birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZmfPWLkyeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uXPzM6tw8K4/s1600-h/DSCN0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZmfPWLkyeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uXPzM6tw8K4/s320/DSCN0735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303445122206452194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;em&gt;A picture captured at the right moment..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start off with a thank you... to All of you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who didn't know what happened.. This is what happened : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a simple dinner with the few ppl that I have been keeping in close contact with.. So naturally, the few ppl came to my mind.. We had everything planned as where n when to meet and what are we gonna eat.. I've made calls and even Baika is free on the day..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went so smooth.. I even left work early to meet Tabitha at 5pm so we can go town first and change a great gift which is great in size too.. hahaa.. i had to change to a smaller size.. So Tabi, being such a great person, went with me to change it.. den we met up with Baika.. So the only thing left was to wait for the rest to arrive.. We 3 walked around till we were quite tired and I've already started receiving msgs from ppl saying : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia (5:36pm): &lt;/strong&gt;Oh Crap! Joce! I think i have to finish my bank recon today.. So i need to stay back and do it :-S i'm so sorry joce.. Hope u enjoy your dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen (6:17pm):&lt;/strong&gt; Joce..joce..Jocelyn! I...I can't make it to ur dinner le.. I tried jocelyn! But I &lt;strong&gt;lao sai till ka neng&lt;/strong&gt;! Feel like vomitting! Im so sorry! Pls 4gif me!:(&lt;br /&gt;[*Lao sai till ka neng = Lao sai till leg wobbly*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere here I called &lt;strong&gt;Johnny&lt;/strong&gt; to ask him if he can make it.. which he said he can't cos he just came out from Camp and is in uniform.. by the time he go home and change will be very late already..&lt;br /&gt;[*understand.. but starting to get sian already..*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poh Huimin (6:28pm): &lt;/strong&gt;Hey Joce.. I'm sorry I won't be able to make it.. Something cropped up.. Sorry.. And happy birthday :-)&lt;br /&gt;[*Getting pissed off*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angelia(7:33pm):&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! I'm still at the meeting. still got lots to finish. Dun think I can make it. So Sorry! Make it up to u another day!! Enjoy ur dinner k.&lt;br /&gt;[*Getting super pissed off*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Esther foo.. which didn't pick up the phone.. Shortly after I hang up.. She msged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esther Foo (7:59pm):&lt;/strong&gt; sorry joc.. I just woke up.. So tired.. I havin menses today.. U guys enjoy k&lt;br /&gt;[*blardy pissed off that i replied sth that was suppose to sound angry.. but it made her laugh.. -_-*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Slowly i broke the news to tabi n baika.. like saying.. "hey.. lydia can't make it.. ".. " hey.. Esther can't make it too.. ".. bla bla... Even till a point that when i said " hey.. angelia can't make it... ", both of them totally have no expression anymore.. totally ignore me already.. den i did a final call to Aining.. thinking what is takin her so long.. when she answered the phone she's like "Joce! Where are you? I tot you said Fish n Co??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den in the end, she came down to HMV to find us (we were at Heeren btw..).. Den when she heard that all of the ppl are not coming.. She also shocked.. den baika said.. "no body come.. we go home la..".. at that time i was so sad and so sian that i also wanted to leave and head home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining said " we eat first lo.. den go home.. den somehow we walked to fish n co.. cos Aining said that she waited there alone at the table, thinking that we were there.. In the end was very paiseh.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... when i walked in the fish n co.. I saw Esther waving.. I was like.. "EH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.. seriously first thought came to my mind was.. &lt;strong&gt;" wah lao.. bluff me say you just woke up.. but actually you are here dating.. "&lt;/strong&gt;... I was still looking for Wilson until i saw Huimin, Karen, Lydia.. Den i realised wat is going on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i saw them sitting there.. I was so surprised till i wanted to cry but at the same time &lt;strong&gt;I wanted to beat them up one by one&lt;/strong&gt;.. it was certainly a mixed feeling.. &lt;br /&gt;Den as we were waiting for dinner to be served, they pointed to the mirror.. den asked "eh? Joce look! whats that!".. I looked and saw... Angelia's reflection.. &lt;br /&gt;Wahhh.. tell u.. super shocked and happy that she made it.. although the rest said that she couldn't make it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Johnny's Case.. he really can't make it.. hahhaa.. but i forgive u la.. Just make sure someone is there to save u when I hit you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I was showered by embarassment by the fish co. crew.. &lt;br /&gt;I had to blow the candle from a distance.. No blow, no get off the chair.. So I blew the candle on the second attempt and I succeeded! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaha!!! And Someone just have to phrase it as &lt;strong&gt;"Joce.. You are good in blowing leh!"&lt;/strong&gt; and naturally, I looked over to Baika who was aum chioing.. which turned into laughing.. Den this phrase was repeated a few times.. until i also buay tahan... cos it &lt;strong&gt;SOUNDED SO WRONG!!!! &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went on admitting that I AM a dirty minded person! And with the presence of Baika being there,triggered every normal word into a dirty word.. &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING SEEMED DIRTY!!! &lt;/strong&gt; Wah lao..&lt;br /&gt;Den when I went on to thank ppl for everything.. when it comes to Angelia.. I said sth like "I tot you weren't coming.. But in the end you came, and I was happy!"... AGAIN BAIKA MADE IT SOUND SO DIRTY! ahhahahahaa UNTIL AINING TOLD ANGELIA NOT TO TOUCH HER!! hahahhahaa !!! anyway.. I thanked Baika for &lt;strong&gt;*COMING&lt;/strong&gt; too.. which made him laughed harder.. Dirty guy right?? tsk tsk tsk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who dunno what the word &lt;strong&gt;'*cumming' &lt;/strong&gt;means.. I shall not pollute anyone's mind.. Ask Huimin.. She noes VERY WELL what is that.. which shocked me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I ended the birthday thank with "Lastly.. I just want to say, I am good in blowing............ candles.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO.. and.. &lt;strong&gt;I GOT A MAHJONG SET!!! WHOO!! &lt;/strong&gt;THANK YOU ALL!!! &lt;br /&gt;You all are such good actors.. seriously.. seriously.. THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING!! (clean version).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you all !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZmffr9H-gI/AAAAAAAAADY/4fcV7E3UsQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZmffr9H-gI/AAAAAAAAADY/4fcV7E3UsQQ/s320/DSCN0738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303445402929330690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank a few more ppl for yesterday's celebration at my house.. It was definately a surprise.. no matter how many times i ask u all to go home cos i very cui looking and I was not wearing bra.. YOU ALL REFUSE TO GO HOME!!  like what the hell.. hahhaa.. thank you for the lovely cake with the sunk in candles that someone pushed into the cake.. and thank you all for the laughter of the unsucessful '&lt;strong&gt;pops&lt;/strong&gt;'.. hahhaaa.. Trying to make a wish den u all trying hard to pull the popper.. but ended up that the popper spoilt.. hahaaa... Damn Classic! hahaa.. and the COCKROACH!!! WHY!! of all things.. WHY!!!! STill hide the cockroach.. hahahha.. And Of cos.. thank you all very much for the photo, the ring and the chocolates.. I love them alot and I love you all too!!! Thank you Qian Hui, An Xi, Wan Zi and Wei Dong..!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank Faiz, Songern, Raidah, Ifah, Joey for the cookie and the apple crumble.. hahaa.. and the birthday song you all sang.. It was embarrassing but sweet la ah.. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the K box session on Valentine's day, Geemoo(Geena), Faiz, Aiman, Raidah and Ifah... Thank you all for making this valentine's filled with laughter.. hahaha.. We had much fun singing all kinds of songs.. I love you all too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading Jocelyn's simple blog!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a good night!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-5139004081644683800?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/5139004081644683800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=5139004081644683800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5139004081644683800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5139004081644683800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-22nd-birthday.html' title='My 22nd birthday!!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZmfPWLkyeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uXPzM6tw8K4/s72-c/DSCN0735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7385272900484670975</id><published>2009-02-11T14:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:01:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*BPLAT* ( pronounce like SPLAT with a B )</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with Aining today.. again.. at Subway.. Finally tried sth new, other den Teriyaki Chicken and the Seafood Sensation (which was crab).. I tried the Subway Club, which was indicated as " CB " on our sandwish wrapper.. Wonder what that means.. The onli thing that came to our mind was of cos.. you noe.. the vulgar word.. So.. yea.. Can't tink of anything decent.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Aining&lt;/strong&gt;, I HAVE TO BLOG ABOUT JUST NOW!!! hahhhaha... I was still laughing on my way back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn :&lt;/strong&gt; I have a report due on Friday.. Later I'm not going to be distracted.. I will close all the windows on my computer and concentrate on only my report.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; Yea.. If not the bird will fly to your window and knock onto the window.. den &lt;strong&gt;BPLAT!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn :&lt;/strong&gt; huh ??? ( giving her the confused look ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; Ya wat.. when the bird hit on your window will have BPLAT! sound ma... BPLAT!!( she still demostrate how the bird fly into the window, did the BPLAT sound and slowly slide down the window )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WHAT YOU TALKING ABOUT !!!! I MEAN MY COMPUTER WINDOW LA !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aining :&lt;/strong&gt; Oh.. -__- I tot you say u want to close your office's window..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn :&lt;/strong&gt; -_____________- !!!!!! * faint * &lt;strong&gt;Bplat.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa... This is SUPER funny.. she still can give me the &lt;br /&gt;" why-u-don't-understand-what-I-am-saying" kinda look.. until I told her I am refering to the window boxes on my computer den I can sense that she feels stupid inside.. hahhahahah.. &lt;strong&gt;Den she still say "DON'T BLOG ABT THIS AH!!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. TOO LATE!!! wahahhahaahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7385272900484670975?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7385272900484670975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7385272900484670975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7385272900484670975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7385272900484670975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/bplat-pronounce-like-splat-with-b.html' title='*BPLAT* ( pronounce like SPLAT with a B )'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-5179629329958582529</id><published>2009-02-11T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:05:54.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Aining.. AGAIN...</title><content type='html'>I forgot to blog the expensive lunch I had with Miss Law Aining.. At the Japanese Place at Amara Hotel.. Bo bian la.. My craving for Sashimi is overwhelming and taking over my will to eat anything else.. so i 'forced' her to eat with me.. wahahaha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as usual, I ordered the tepanyaki sashimi set.. $22++ !! I noe its expensive.. but.. but.. there's no where else with SASHIMI other den sakae sushi !! AND I don't wan to go Sakae Sushi IN THE AFTERNOON, cos I will be going there AT NIGHT !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are the pictures.. hahaa.. i took the liberty of stealing it from her blog.. cos she has done such a great job consolidating them into 1 picture.. haha.. WELL DONE, AINING!! WELL DONE !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZJNzFU6B1I/AAAAAAAAADI/J8K7B43-l64/s1600-h/aiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZJNzFU6B1I/AAAAAAAAADI/J8K7B43-l64/s320/aiing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301385251367028562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-5179629329958582529?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/5179629329958582529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=5179629329958582529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5179629329958582529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5179629329958582529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/lunch-with-aining-again.html' title='Lunch with Aining.. AGAIN...'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZJNzFU6B1I/AAAAAAAAADI/J8K7B43-l64/s72-c/aiing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3246560183323909647</id><published>2009-02-09T18:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:19:31.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood cartoons !!</title><content type='html'>I do not understand why some of my friends never heard of some cartoons in the 90s !&lt;br /&gt;Like, Conan, Strawberry ShortCake, Conan the babarian, Mummys Alive!, Gargoyles, I am weasel, Cow and Chicken... You noe ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For example.. This is my conversation with Aining, ( in relation to Conan )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining : I always mix up Calton and Conrad Hotel.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : tink of Conan when u tink of Conrad.. u noe ? Conan, Conrad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : you noe Conan rite ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining : what's that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Conan, the barbarian ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining : ... i dunno.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZAIMdlM6II/AAAAAAAAAC4/wmy5kWFGvQc/s1600-h/conan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZAIMdlM6II/AAAAAAAAAC4/wmy5kWFGvQc/s320/conan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300745771607189634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was still ok.. cos Conan wasn't really my favourite cartoon anyway.. So Aining, you are forgiven.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next conversation : ( in relation to Jungle Book )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the jungle book song in my mind -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for the bare necessities&lt;br /&gt;The simple bare necessities&lt;br /&gt;Forget about your worries and your strife&lt;br /&gt;I mean the bare necessities&lt;br /&gt;Old Mother Nature's recipes&lt;br /&gt;That brings the bare necessities of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe.. the bear singing this ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ ∂ïnïng says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u always make my childhood seemed SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Porkchop says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZAK8uXxevI/AAAAAAAAADA/c9wXRxgLpqM/s1600-h/jungle+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZAK8uXxevI/AAAAAAAAADA/c9wXRxgLpqM/s320/jungle+book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300748799771245298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA !! AINING !! HOW COULD YOU FORGET JUNGLE BOOK?! THAT IRRIATING SONG THAT THE BEAR SUNG!! THE BEAR!!!! *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, you seriously need to sit down with me to watch some old school cartoons.. hahahaa!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3246560183323909647?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3246560183323909647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3246560183323909647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3246560183323909647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3246560183323909647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/childhood-cartoons.html' title='Childhood cartoons !!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SZAIMdlM6II/AAAAAAAAAC4/wmy5kWFGvQc/s72-c/conan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-8337068208052903769</id><published>2009-02-05T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:56:58.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In relation to the previous SUBWAY post</title><content type='html'>Here is the other short incident that happened while ordering sandwish in SUBWAY, this time, with Miss Law Aining and Angelia Lim.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I was debating with myself on whether should I post an entry on this since it will only make me look dumb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. I thought to myself, Ahh.. whatever la.. just post.. ] Soo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew: Hi ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lots of unimportant conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Crew went to toast the bread den come back to me *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew : Toppings ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (pointing to tomatoes) : &lt;strong&gt;Erm.. That.. Tomatoes.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crew gets tomatoes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (pointing to cucumbers) : &lt;strong&gt;Cucumber.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crew gets cucumbers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (pointing to lettuce) : &lt;strong&gt;and cabbage.&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time,   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining (VERY LOUDLY): &lt;strong&gt;IT'S LETTUCE, JOCELYN!! LETTUCE!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(den she started to laugh -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;strong&gt;oh.. sorry.. Lettuce!&lt;/strong&gt; ( damn paiseh la !!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew : *Smiled* ( I noe he must be laughing at me inside!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to aining, and said : Aiya.. same la! cabbage and lettuce.. Look almost the same ma.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining: *still laughing at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : -____-" ok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. so there you have it.. the stupidier side of me revealed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-8337068208052903769?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/8337068208052903769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=8337068208052903769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8337068208052903769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/8337068208052903769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-relation-to-previous-subway-post.html' title='In relation to the previous SUBWAY post'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-5980589048252615595</id><published>2009-02-04T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:17:17.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Crap you noe..</title><content type='html'>I forgot to blog about one quite 'interesting' conversation at SUBWAY during lunch.. anyway.. here it is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, I would like the Seafood Sensation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew: Its Crab, you noe? &lt;strong&gt;(Its crap you noe?) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I misinterpreted her sentence..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh?? (with tat look on my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew: Its Crab.. &lt;strong&gt;(Its Crap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.. yea.. I noe its crab&lt;strong&gt;,( I noe its crap )&lt;/strong&gt;, its ok, I'll take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time i was Aum Chio-ing(laughing inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEN at the cashier.. the cashier asked me wat sandwish I took.. I eventually said.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me (in a serious look on my face): Erm.. I took crap...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier looked up and we exchanged looks.. and we laughed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. Stupid conversation rite.. I noe... But I was feeling lame as usual..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-5980589048252615595?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/5980589048252615595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=5980589048252615595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5980589048252615595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5980589048252615595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-crap-you-noe.html' title='Its Crap you noe..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7920316181106395390</id><published>2009-01-22T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:08:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hope seems frail</title><content type='html'>Many things has forced me to continue on with u. &lt;br /&gt;Although I wanted to leave, I can't.. &lt;br /&gt;If i do, I would suffer greater losses.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivation and willingness to do anything, has slowly changed to become an obligation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope time will prove this statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things will soon go your way. --- Stay the course, keep looking for the good and things will go your way in the long run - even if they don't appear to be working out in the short run.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stay on Jocelyn.. stay on.. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7920316181106395390?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7920316181106395390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7920316181106395390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7920316181106395390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7920316181106395390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-hope-seems-frail.html' title='All hope seems frail'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3567612685407809103</id><published>2009-01-21T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:40:14.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am super demoralised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXb61NVEvPI/AAAAAAAAACo/o5XsifjvGnI/s1600-h/2787124371_98fb6b3a5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXb61NVEvPI/AAAAAAAAACo/o5XsifjvGnI/s320/2787124371_98fb6b3a5a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293694204038659314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago.. It is you who asked me not to expect much first from the start, as when the year ends, I will get the reward to cover all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one year later. As i teared open the letter. There it was, staring back at me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.. Nothing is staring back at me except disappointment. I took your word for it.. And now ? All I have is the feeling of stupidness.. Why did I agree for a lower start ? You asked me to see into long term.. now.. I receive nth ? Not even a month of appreciation ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still telling Esther that you are generous.. she also believed that you would keep your word since your reason for the lower start is because the reward at the end is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am thinking.. Am I Stupid to believe you ? Have you forgotten your words to me?&lt;br /&gt;What am I now ? some ball that you kick around? Kicking me to places where you need me to be? I don't even noe where do i belong now.. &lt;br /&gt;You want things done? I learn.. I do it at my best.. u want me to help out some other ppl so that they can go on a holiday ? I also learn.. i also do it.. &lt;br /&gt;Cos in my heart, I have a very pure trust in you. Trust that when you said those words, you will keep it. I'm not asking for alot.. Just a acknowledge of my effort.. but maybe all that trust is just me being gullible, stupid and naive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it has dawn upon me if i should leave you.. Leave you for another.. But the only thing stopping me is, i dunno if I will receive as much as when i'm with u.. I can onli keep my eyes open and look for a better one.. This is just how i feel.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i've just been deceived by someone. Although maybe you have already forgotten the conversation we had in ur room, when i was still indecisive.. when i was still considering when i saw the offer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Now i'm still staring at that letter.. When I was abt to open it, my heart skipped a beat.. uncertain what to expect.. But when I opened it.. it all came clear.. This was it.. Maybe there will be changes in the next 2 days.. I dunno.. &lt;br /&gt;hopefully.. Sigh.. Hopefully..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3567612685407809103?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3567612685407809103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3567612685407809103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3567612685407809103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3567612685407809103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-super-demoralised.html' title='I am super demoralised...'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXb61NVEvPI/AAAAAAAAACo/o5XsifjvGnI/s72-c/2787124371_98fb6b3a5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7325617237585593731</id><published>2009-01-16T17:17:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:17:13.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update on previous events</title><content type='html'>There too many pictures of too many things !! AHHHH!!! I will update slowly ok? As I am busy, also I just felt like making you guys wait for me to post the pictures.. hahaha.. Kidding.. hahaa... ok not really funny.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. here are a few pictures of The TA05 Christmas Gathering at Paragon's Spageddies =) Food was great and EXPENSIVE.. but its the people tat made the whole thing worth while..  &lt;br /&gt;I just got this pictures from Tabi today.. Such a long wait, I noe.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBTgQL9KDI/AAAAAAAAABI/rT61oygn300/s1600-h/SS851138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBTgQL9KDI/AAAAAAAAABI/rT61oygn300/s320/SS851138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291821375726364722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how happy i was? hahahhaa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBUhSeEFKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/49d0RYN-3ps/s1600-h/SS851175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBUhSeEFKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/49d0RYN-3ps/s320/SS851175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291822493030683810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, it was my turn for the present exchange! Its HUIMIN.. I just realised that she's taller than me.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first gift was a pouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBb3-6AeUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j0Jihlo1TaU/s1600-h/SS851181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBb3-6AeUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j0Jihlo1TaU/s320/SS851181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291830579497564482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second gift gave me quite a shock when I teared open the wrapper.. hahaha.. anyone with a dirty mind would read it with another meaning.. (btw, i forgot the phrase.. i'll check it out and update again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBcVA9m7zI/AAAAAAAAACA/dVdW32uUBNg/s1600-h/SS851189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBcVA9m7zI/AAAAAAAAACA/dVdW32uUBNg/s320/SS851189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291831078265745202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I was kinda relieved to see that its not what we expected.. Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBa5ux5uuI/AAAAAAAAABw/tFEawiY7auE/s1600-h/SS851250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBa5ux5uuI/AAAAAAAAABw/tFEawiY7auE/s320/SS851250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291829510016711394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short.. We took our annual family photo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, some of us didn't want to go home just yet.. couldn't catch the movie too, cos its TOO LATE! In the end, we ended up at McDonalds(FORUM).. hahaa.. chatted there and I ate my second meal.. =X Felt hungry with all the walking wat..&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is me, 'bullying' Johnny.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBfWvCaM9I/AAAAAAAAACI/JDTy7n9ihLE/s1600-h/SS851220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBfWvCaM9I/AAAAAAAAACI/JDTy7n9ihLE/s320/SS851220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291834406348665810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBgPttjZtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YU8kKZJhWxs/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBgPttjZtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YU8kKZJhWxs/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291835385245296338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lido.. on the way to see if there's any shows to waste time/watch.. Also, try to get group shot of everyone in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBixaVve2I/AAAAAAAAACg/Y_NTQHdoPxo/s1600-h/SS851225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBixaVve2I/AAAAAAAAACg/Y_NTQHdoPxo/s320/SS851225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291838163183958882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHhh.. Johnny!!! Aining !!! WHY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBiWgXWimI/AAAAAAAAACY/nM0VSmdr25o/s1600-h/SS851228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBiWgXWimI/AAAAAAAAACY/nM0VSmdr25o/s320/SS851228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291837700944857698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after much tries i tink we managed to get everyone in the picture..WITHOUT ANGELIA... AHHhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah.. too many photos to upload.. and its 6:45pm now.. I tink i'll just upload them onto facebook.. Look out for them la ah.. hahahaa.. I leaving office!!!! Buaii......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7325617237585593731?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7325617237585593731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7325617237585593731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7325617237585593731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7325617237585593731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-update-on-previous-events.html' title='A little update on previous events'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SXBTgQL9KDI/AAAAAAAAABI/rT61oygn300/s72-c/SS851138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2484356400619651359</id><published>2009-01-11T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:14:23.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time since I've updated! I MISS YOU ALL!!</title><content type='html'>DO YOU MISS ME??????????&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.... Hello Everyone.. As 'promised' in my chatbox by myself to whoever is out there, here is me... UPDATING!! If you have scrolled through my entire blog, you can clearly see that I have said this sentence in more ways than i could even imgaine.. Its always me not blogging for a period of time, and OOF! suddenly I'm back.. den gone for a while, and Oh! Look at That! I'm back again.. And I'm gone again.. and HEY! I'm back again.. and.. ok.. u get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, given the crappy introdution above, I think I should really post an UNCRAPPY post.. yes.. You've heard it right.. &lt;strong&gt;UNCRAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;.. I will try ok? Ok, maybe a little crap here and there, but I will try to reduce the amount of crap as much as I can. Ok.. I realised that I really can't control myself on the crapping.. SO just bear with me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. Erm.. This afternoon,(or is it early evening?) hmmm.. ok.. it's around the LATE afternoon, after reading CHAN WAIYU'S blog, I decided for the well being of everyone's mental, emotional and physical health, I shall politely change my BLOG SONGS !! wahaha.. Since it has caused major disturbance to her and I guess many others would GREATLY thank her for saving them from listening to Avril Lavigne's Scream.. heh heh heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its the new year.. 2009, a new year.. 2008 has been.. eventful.. at the end of the year, I am greatly blessed to know that I still have great friends who cares about me, never fails to make me laugh.. and I still enjoy every minute with them.. Although certain events has forced me to drag myself away from those great ppl in the past, I am slowly picking up the pieces, its just not worth to lose such friends because of certain unhappy, shitty stuff..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, every single year, I would receive Christmas Cards, New year cards, from my PRIMARY SCHOOL FRIENDS !! I can't believe that we still treasure our friendship since primary school.. Why can't every friendship be so pure and true like this? Why is there always mistrust, deceit, betrayal, backstabbing, motive? My definetion of a friend is always someone who you can look at, and talk anything under the sun, AND NOT fearing things like " oh shit.. I've just said that to her, oh shit oh shit.. How how how?" and end up at night can't sleep.. I'm glad that majority of my friends ain't like tat.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, above was some random post of things that i couldn't understand in life, just like Zeekee couldn't understand the fact why would some guys would like another guy who dresses and talks like a girl, instead of just liking a girl?).. hmmm.. oh well.. its like asking, &lt;strong&gt;"Which is more painful, giving birth ? or getting kicked in the nuts?"&lt;/strong&gt; Its a simple question, but nobody would EVER noe the answer to that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Have I mentioned that I've gone to Genting for the christmas??? Woo!! It was great fun, although it was kinda sad that my dear can't make it.. But still, the trip with them was priceless! We just crack each other up ALL DAY EVEN JUST BEFORE BED!! Its like, we will be spending at least half an hour laughing before we slowly slip into dreamland.. and ME ended up getting freaked out by zeekee's night noises that scared me awake a couple of times.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;The most unforgettable night, to me, was the cake.. I was speechless.. I caught zeekee looking at cakes a few times but didn't think of anything.. I even thought to myself.. "ok.. maybe she's hungry..".. who noes???!!!&lt;br /&gt;But that was really sweet of you girls.. Really thank you for that.. Now instead of crying everytime i tink of it, I would smile, because I had such great people around me.. and times like these, I would feel that I haven't been a good enough friend.. The thing is, I suck at being a friend.. I don't noe wat to do!! I can crap! Crapping is my thing.. my Skill, its the thing I noe best.. But when it comes to doing things like that.. I would just stand there and said "shitt.. what to do?" And many times, I am actually stressed at these things! Yes.. STRESSED! Cold sweat will trickle down my forehead and armpits and I would be like "SHiitt... " or "FuuucccK".. hai.. well.. Although sometimes I do not noe how to show it in actions, I can only say a million time is words, that I love my friends ( you noe who you are).. As you all noe, that NO DOUBT if you need me to listen to ANY problems in the middle of the night, I WILL and I WILL wake up and listen to u.. probably giving you crappy advises, but still.. I WILL listen.. But no one calls me up at night anymore, complaining about the world.. oh wait.. there is.. Jarel.. hmmm... ok.. him not included.. Well.. MY POINT IS.. I still love you people.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow.. I realised that was a very emotional post from me.. tsk tsk tsk.. well.. I hope in this new year, everyone will have more happiness, less merciless.. more forgiving, less frightening.. more happier, less scarier.. more healthier, less scheming.. More screams of laughter, less screams of fear.. hmmm.. for angeline.. maybe more screams of fear cos we WILL STILL ATTEMPT TO SCARE YOU AGAIN!!!! Watch out.. !! wahahhaahaa!! &lt;- scary but true.. haahaa.. i'm sorry but we have trained you well.. u have a strong heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. ok.. i am very urgent... I need to go pee... =x Maybe because of the countless cups of green tea I drank just now.. woooo... ok... gtg !! A little abrupt for the ending, but hey.. I can't hold on any longer.. I'm going to the toilet!! See you crazy people the next time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2484356400619651359?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2484356400619651359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2484356400619651359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2484356400619651359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2484356400619651359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-since-ive-updated-i-miss-you.html' title='Long time since I&apos;ve updated! I MISS YOU ALL!!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-7927406694987250283</id><published>2008-12-29T16:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:26:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates updates updates</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon.. these are the quick updates for the past 2 mths.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Scaring Angel.. with the devil.. (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViHrcQHYlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6c2VSexWDEc/s1600-h/n567591615_1208990_4783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViHrcQHYlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6c2VSexWDEc/s320/n567591615_1208990_4783.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285123343107187282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation step 135,206...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViH-E65kGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Dnpsi5oM-Tk/s1600-h/n567591615_1208989_4606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViH-E65kGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Dnpsi5oM-Tk/s320/n567591615_1208989_4606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285123663261700194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be a devil.. big headed devil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViJJw_2c9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uXeGPszGkFQ/s1600-h/n567591615_1208994_5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViJJw_2c9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/uXeGPszGkFQ/s320/n567591615_1208994_5552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285124963583816658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going in for the scare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViHgLbXheI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n19EtEfwvLU/s1600-h/n567591615_1208993_5352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViHgLbXheI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n19EtEfwvLU/s320/n567591615_1208993_5352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285123149612418530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing testing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViJh2Qnl9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rlaM3JKhWnE/s1600-h/n567591615_1208997_6144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViJh2Qnl9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rlaM3JKhWnE/s320/n567591615_1208997_6144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285125377313183698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shouldn't be smiling !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MISSION FAILED... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-7927406694987250283?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/7927406694987250283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=7927406694987250283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7927406694987250283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/7927406694987250283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-updates-updates-updates.html' title='Quick updates updates updates'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SViHrcQHYlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6c2VSexWDEc/s72-c/n567591615_1208990_4783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-396848209327638214</id><published>2008-12-27T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:55:19.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and Cool Hwhip...</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas Everyone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw9fhdGHH4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw9fhdGHH4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lich59xsjik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lich59xsjik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-396848209327638214?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/396848209327638214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=396848209327638214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/396848209327638214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/396848209327638214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-am-telling-you.html' title='Christmas and Cool Hwhip...'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2088320177895762194</id><published>2008-12-26T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:03:17.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning post..</title><content type='html'>hahahaaa... I HAVE GOT to write about what Aining told me in msn... she is one clever girl.. wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was complaining that time is passing FAST for me.. After 3 days of leave, Inbox alot of emails!!!! Den clear clear clear... Feel like deleting them&lt;br /&gt;DEN aining said (refer to below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;delete all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;den tell ur IT guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;ur outlook everything &lt;strong&gt;MISSING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;den ppl ask u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;u got receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;orh...my outlook crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT guy say no hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aining says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaa... i was laughing my butt off la !!! idiot.... I have these kinda friends that would make mi laugh to myself and would eventually make mi look more like an idiot in the office... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on the laughter, Zeekee have to send :&lt;br /&gt;PA LA PA LA BOOM BOOM PA LA LA! ( in font size:72)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like SUPER RANDOM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.... *shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2088320177895762194?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2088320177895762194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2088320177895762194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2088320177895762194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2088320177895762194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-post.html' title='Morning post..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2784777549781179598</id><published>2008-12-18T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:32:13.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Cookie !!! Me love cookies !!!</title><content type='html'>hahaha... btw, this is worryingly cute.. hahhaha... Enjoy Friday tomorrow !!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SUomdAfCN4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/A4Fc2BC7q_E/s1600-h/delete+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281075792833558402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SUomdAfCN4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/A4Fc2BC7q_E/s320/delete+cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2784777549781179598?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2784777549781179598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2784777549781179598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2784777549781179598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2784777549781179598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/12/c-is-for-cookie-me-love-cookies.html' title='C is for Cookie !!! Me love cookies !!!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SUomdAfCN4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/A4Fc2BC7q_E/s72-c/delete+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6760130009730140694</id><published>2008-12-18T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:28:15.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Oooo Here i am again with lots of CRAPS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapcrapcrap.. hahaa.. lame.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its 6:25pm now.. and apparently i'm STILL in the office.. and i'm suppose to meet some crazy people later at 7:15pm! Well, if you work out the math, (45mins-1hour travelling time), you'll calculate me to be... u noe... LATE ! ( a little crap here) hahahaha... i tink i'm gonna reach around 7:30pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna discuss a whole lot bunch of DETAILS.. details.. LOTS of details... And I can almost assure you that we'll side track and laugh at a whole bunch of other details.. (ok.. a little crap here too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. updates.. I've drank 3 big glasses of water today, which is equivalent to like 5-6 glasses of normal cups of water.. ( this info is also crap )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. as you can see... I'm STILL talking crap.. So.. let me end with a crappy ending..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... let me think... crappy ending ah... how should i end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm........ how should i end my post........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6760130009730140694?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6760130009730140694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6760130009730140694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6760130009730140694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6760130009730140694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2581067768185643557</id><published>2008-11-18T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:32:45.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Song post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Happy Birthday!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Once a year we celebrate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With stupid hats and plastic plates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The fact that you were able to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another trip around the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the whole clan gathers ‘round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gifts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and laughter do abound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And we let out a joyful sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And sing that stupid song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now you’re one year older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your life still isn’t over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You did not accomplish much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But you didn’t die this year, I guess that’s good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So let’s drink to your fading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And hope you don’t remind yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your chance of finding fame and wealth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Decrease with every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;‘Cause if you feel you’re doing laps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And eating food and taking naps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And hoping that someday perhaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your life may hold some cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What have you done that matters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You’re starting to get fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It’s downhill from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Try not to remind yourself your best years are all gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If cryogenics were all free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then you could live like Walt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And live for all eternity,inside a block of ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But instead your time is set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the only life you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And though it hasn’t ended yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sometimes you wish it might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You wish you had more money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your life’s so sad it’s funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How much more can you take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But your friends are hungry, so just cut the stupid cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2581067768185643557?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2581067768185643557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2581067768185643557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2581067768185643557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2581067768185643557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-song-post.html' title='Random Song post.'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4121486149296702634</id><published>2008-11-17T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:18:47.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phone !!! C905</title><content type='html'>wooo !! I've got a new phone.. An early Christmas present from my love.. wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Thank u ten million times, Dark knight.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is how the phone looks like.. the new C905.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269566398971446258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SSFCuHMHA_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WJPiFVAIa0U/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(237826 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Digital Zoom - up to 16x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(489376 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Camera - 8.1 megapixel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(126579 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Video stabiliser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(338040 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Video light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(126205 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Image stabiliser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(126324 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Auto focus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518568 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Photo feeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(521750 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;BestPic™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518567 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Geo tagging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518566 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Video blogging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518565 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Smart contrast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518564 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Face detection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(338004 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Photo fix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(126086 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Xenon flash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(126444 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Picture blogging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(158115 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Photo light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(102939 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Video recording&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(511640 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Radio - FM radio with RDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518576 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Motion gaming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(70835 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(113421 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;3D games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(32816 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Video calling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(31937 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Vibrating Alert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(31877 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Polyphonic ringtones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(31510 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Speakerphone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(162496 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Music tones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(70557 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Media Player &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(171414 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Bluetooth™ stereo (A2DP)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(339288 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Album art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(329392 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;SensMe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(499362 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Music player&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(162257 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;TrackID™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(70692 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;PlayNow™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Connectivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(13212 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;WiFi™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(113605 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;USB mass storage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(237898 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Bluetooth™ technology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(349006 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;aGPS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518600 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Google Maps™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518599 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Wayfinder Navigator™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(518598 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;DLNA Certified™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(338046 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;PictBridge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(71204 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Synchronisation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(71049 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;USB support&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(70480 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Modem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(31724 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Wallpaper animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(31647 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Picture wallpaper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(31800 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Navigation key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(338042 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Auto rotate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(113545 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Web feeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(23245 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;WAP 2.0 XHTML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(249536 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Access NetFront™ Web Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(113666 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Web browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(349190 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;RSS feeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Messaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(33134 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Sound recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(339289 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Instant messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(32242 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Picture messaging (MMS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(32091 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Text messaging (SMS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(32678 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(16885 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Predictive text input&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Organiser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(23167 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Timer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(16748 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Tasks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(23090 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Stopwatch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(113482 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Notes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(23448 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Calculator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(521707 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Phone book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(32014 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Alarm clock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(161660 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Flight mode &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(17399 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Contacts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="balloonText(17159 , this, event);" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;Calendar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A great phone! Used it for 48hours now, and is satisfied with it still.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Agent Porkchop over n out*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4121486149296702634?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4121486149296702634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4121486149296702634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4121486149296702634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4121486149296702634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-phone-c905.html' title='New phone !!! C905'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yT2h4NocI_0/SSFCuHMHA_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WJPiFVAIa0U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-3407480745545234866</id><published>2008-10-31T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:48:01.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6.51pm at work</title><content type='html'>hello hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me ? I'm the person who started up this blog and hoped for it to continue but didn't do anything to continue it and den complained and den updated a few post and stopped and now start posting again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo yes.. well done.. glad you remembered.&lt;br /&gt;(for those who didn't, you may want to check if you're at the right blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now is the time of the day whereby i'm very drained out.. Work as been.. u noe.. the same..&lt;br /&gt;The concentration, quietness.. hmm.. Lunch time has been great, &lt;strong&gt;as food and I unite again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. today should be feasting again. =\ I wonder.. if I took all the food i ate in a week,  consolidate them in a bag or sth.. and den dump it on someone, will tat person die ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. weird thing to be wondering abt.. ok.. -&gt;Back to the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.. there isn't really a topic to get back to.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Anyway.. i'm waiting for trade confirmations.. zzzzzz..... soo looongg... soo loooongg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... Cya ppl next time.. hahaha.. stupid post rite ! hai.. i noe i noe.. but be grateful that i did sth to sustain this blog k.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. byeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-3407480745545234866?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/3407480745545234866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=3407480745545234866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3407480745545234866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/3407480745545234866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/10/651pm-at-work.html' title='6.51pm at work'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-6664229866019058983</id><published>2008-09-19T18:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:21:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Now that's more like it!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(O.M.G.!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Creepy.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Do not try this at home...... maybe at work.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(30 minutes... lucky pig... can you imagine??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hmmmmmm........)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(OK, so that would be a good thing....)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I know some people like that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starfish have no brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(I know some people like that too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Polar bears are left-handed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(What about that pig??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-6664229866019058983?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/6664229866019058983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=6664229866019058983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6664229866019058983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/6664229866019058983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-facts.html' title='Weird Facts'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-2085171541611339530</id><published>2008-08-20T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:12:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever come across the day whereby you're really sleepy? And when i say really, i do mean REALLLLY REALLY sleepy... Like eyes keep rolling like nobody's business... eyes keep &lt;em&gt;fan bai yan&lt;/em&gt;(white eyeball thingy).. have? well read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this crappy morning urged and "forced" me to blog about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was.. a &lt;strong&gt;Typical Wednesday morning&lt;/strong&gt;.. one of the worse days in a work week ( other den dreadful Monday, cos it's like you're in the middle of the week.. Nowhere near or far to your weekends, you're just STUCK in the middle.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was doing my daily routine, printing statements, bla bla bla.. DEN it just happened !&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SLEEPY! I sat down and just try damn hard to open my eyes.. but well done, eyes open, mind already drifted off to dreamland.. I didn't even notice that i was NOT awake !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried many things.. like&lt;br /&gt;- sms-ing -&gt;didn't work&lt;br /&gt;- Doing cash recon -&gt; didn't work ( actually got worse )&lt;br /&gt;- Eating chocolate -&gt; yum.. but didn't work&lt;br /&gt;- Drinking HOT water -&gt; Ow! and didn't work..&lt;br /&gt;- Emailing - tabi com crashed so.... didn't work at all&lt;br /&gt;- walking around -&gt; kinda displays a image that i'm super free, so didn't work..&lt;br /&gt;- Go Msn read some stuff -&gt; not interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya.. Just didn't work lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as 12pm (lunch time comes ), &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; the time to catch some sleep !!&lt;br /&gt;BUT !!! I'm NOW NOT SLEEPY !!!!! what the hell ??&lt;br /&gt;Waited so long!!! ahhh... even forced myself to lay there and sleep.. but cannot... T_T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so now i can't sleep and due to the excessive chocolate eating just now, I don't have appetite to eat lunch.. Maybe later go down grab some snacks.. zzz&lt;br /&gt;K la.. i go walk walk le.. damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jocelyn, over and out.. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-2085171541611339530?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/2085171541611339530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=2085171541611339530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2085171541611339530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/2085171541611339530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days..'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-1725712324810172160</id><published>2008-08-08T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:19:26.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!! I MANAGED TO FIND MY USERNAME OF MY BLOG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome me back to blog world !!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WoooooWahhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My username is &lt;a href="mailto:cheejocelyn87@gmail.com"&gt;cheejocelyn87@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- just in case i forget again i can retreive it from here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-1725712324810172160?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/1725712324810172160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=1725712324810172160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1725712324810172160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/1725712324810172160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-i-managed-to-find-my-username.html' title='FINALLY!! I MANAGED TO FIND MY USERNAME OF MY BLOG!!!'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-5096959281299034663</id><published>2007-06-26T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:21:46.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i stay or should i go... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place offering me so much, but requires mi to work in a more stressful enviroment..&lt;br /&gt;and a place offering a raise, slack enviroment.. flexible time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan to stay.. i've already grown attached to the company.. packing up tat day almost teared..&lt;br /&gt;Somemore the boss also teared.. i saw him cry i also cried.. I dun wanna leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubled..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-5096959281299034663?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/5096959281299034663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=5096959281299034663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5096959281299034663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/5096959281299034663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-233206029776273474</id><published>2007-05-31T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:36:40.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry hungry hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'M HUNGRY !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok.. i am hungry.. real hungry.. juz woke up not long ago.. and have not eaten anything for the whole 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;One more thing, i'm damn pissed with my laptop's key "N" .... the "N" came off.. guess it's too much of saying " AND DEN ? ".. now the "N" is really spoilt.. it came off a few times in the past, but i managed to fix it. now, it's like, juz n crooked. everytime i wanna press " N ", have to be careful.. hmmm... need to bring it to service soon.. dunno how long does my warranty last.. &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 handphone also needs changing.&lt;br /&gt;It juz shutted down while i was sleepinn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno was i dreaming when i heard ur voice.. i heard you called but i chose to sleep ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-233206029776273474?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/233206029776273474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=233206029776273474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/233206029776273474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/233206029776273474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-hungry.html' title='hungry hungry hungry'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23367072.post-4991638177066279868</id><published>2007-05-22T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:23:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="375" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVXViw1qx9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVXViw1qx9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier : u dunno wat the HELL you wanT !&lt;br /&gt;Swan : Hey..... u kiss your mother with tat mouth ?&lt;br /&gt;Cashier : yea, as a matter of fact, i've got sth else u can kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. enjoy.. i'm not revealing the whole thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23367072-4991638177066279868?l=simpleonela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/feeds/4991638177066279868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23367072&amp;postID=4991638177066279868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4991638177066279868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23367072/posts/default/4991638177066279868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleonela.blogspot.com/2007/05/helloooo.html' title='Helloooo~'/><author><name>JSotong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10705644455431071284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
