<?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-7187691</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:18:01.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilovemyassholeboyfriend</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1866000131910738699</id><published>2008-03-27T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:54:22.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what to blog, but I'm just bored. Zee went offline. Prolly to just avoid me asking him out tonight. *laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But then again, I want to go do some tiny winy shopping because it's been quite awhile that I last anyhow spend money, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm going to get Boyfriend a cute lighter, because he lose it at his own house. Nabei. He kept it like some GOLD that he doesn't even want to use it elsewhere except for home, and now, it's freaking missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm planning to do something for Boyfriend. From the first day out as a friend to the present us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to go to Ikea and Art Friend soon, because I want to get things started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh please, someone save me from boredom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1866000131910738699?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1866000131910738699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1866000131910738699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1866000131910738699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1866000131910738699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know-what-to-blog-but-im-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7443727404102569293</id><published>2008-03-26T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:46:16.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Embarrassing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabei. I went walking around Tampines Mall alone, since Boyfriends' ending work pretty late. So I thought of checking out those toy car models at Toys 'R' Us. Okay, so I was wearing a skirt already and I had to bloody bend down to search for those cars. I'm those with freaking itchy hands, so I accidentally pulled out a so-called stopper, and to my horror, all the toy cars started falling out from the self. I squatted in an unglam way, but I've no choice. No one wanted to help me. I tried fixing the thing on my own, but it got even worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I then called out to a guy working there for his help. He did helped me, but he left me putting everything back to the self. Nabei. Is it a bad customer service? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I left the place feeling so embarrass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate walking around malls ALONE because I felt so lonely and weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I met up with Boyfriend over at Downtown East. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He made me felt so pissed off because he spend his money on his funky card like water. Nabei. $150 in less then 2 days. So now, tell me how not to be pissed? I wonder what did he spend on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so I told Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Love, can you do me a favor?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yes love?' he replied me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Could you spend $____ to get this for me?' I asked him with my skin feeling thick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I then showed him what I wanted on the magazine *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Nonsense la Love' He told me in a somehow stern tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*then he pause for a while and told me *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ok, we'll go get it when my pay comes, alright?' and he gave me a goodbye kiss on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'm fucking thick skin, but I just wanted him to get me something to wear it on everyday, so whenever I sees it, I'll be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can't proudly show it off and tell people that it's from my Boyfriend, because I'll be the one bringing him down to get it for me. Boyfriend isn't those shopping kinda person, so I don't expect him to shower me with gifts and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a simple relationship with just love, faith and trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7443727404102569293?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7443727404102569293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7443727404102569293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7443727404102569293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7443727404102569293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/embarrassing-nabei.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1456433213657212063</id><published>2008-03-25T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:15:49.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaking FREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Free for now, but after lunch is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disaster to me. I'm going to munch on Mamee after I'm done with this post, because I can't find myself doing other stuffs except answering phone calls because Kakah isn't in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Von was talking to me about investment yesterday. And to me, it really sounds so risky. And this year it's the legal age to be doing anything and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And god damn it. I made a fucking mistake at work. Nabei. I don't like talking to people at work unless it's from the Overseas Dept. I've never liked them at all, needless to say talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1456433213657212063?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1456433213657212063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1456433213657212063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1456433213657212063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1456433213657212063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/freaking-free-free-for-now-but-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-63564547984379415</id><published>2008-03-25T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:20:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy and contended with my life as it is right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full of happiness, be it at work, home or relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-63564547984379415?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/63564547984379415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=63564547984379415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/63564547984379415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/63564547984379415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-happy-and-contended-with-my-life-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-44062230112872615</id><published>2008-03-23T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:23:48.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *screams* I'm feeling oh-so pissed off right now. My Boyfriend was supposed to be webcam-ing with me, but because his cousin's at his crib, that he can't do so. I know I'm supposed to be understanding, but it always happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And he didn't take the initiative to text me at all today. I hate being the thick skin Girlfriend. Why can't he always be nice to be everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He has yet to call me. I'm sleepy, though I had my afternoon nap. I told him not to call me so late, because I know I'll be talking nonsense over the phone with him, and the next morning I wake up, I'll be wondering, 'Did Boyfriend called me up last night?' 'What were we talking about on the phone?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; At times, I wished he'd read my blog, but being the lazy asshole, he can't be bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It seems like I'm making Boyfriend sounds like he's a bad one. He isn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*     *     *     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Anyway, we visited my late grandparents over at the Garden of Remembrance this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-ZyB634_xI/AAAAAAAAAw4/TrcWNngedVs/s1600-h/grandparents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-ZyB634_xI/AAAAAAAAAw4/TrcWNngedVs/s320/grandparents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953798645448466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my late grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my cousin went around looking at other peoples tablet and she came upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-ZyCK34_yI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ykEEuXA1IHA/s1600-h/predict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-ZyCK34_yI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ykEEuXA1IHA/s320/predict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180953802940415778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's pretty cool to know when you'll be brought back up to be with the Lord. So starting from now 2008, this particular person has up till 2604 to live in the world. I bet he/she can't possibly end up with the age of 600 over years old, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it's prolly some typo error, but why didn't they notice it? That's pretty weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My cousins and I were supposed to catch The Water Horse, but the last screening time was 4.10pm. What the hell, right? So I decided to take a nap and I overheard my parents conversation about my 21st birthday celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I've already mention, it's either a Holiday trip or a birthday celebration at a hotel. Prolly I'm not too rich to hold it in a hotel. Luckily my Dad didn't think I was mad to hold my birthday at a hotel, because knowing his daughter in and out, I can't save for nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I would rather go for a Holiday trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*     *     *     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My company is moving over to Loyang in less than a month time. I'm happy because I'm getting my own working area whereby I could decorate. I'm so going to put up my families and Boyfriends' picture. A car collection too. A Subaru WRX. A mini cooper. A Volks Wagen Beetle. A Mazda. And a Porsche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams* He's taking far too long to call me la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-44062230112872615?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/44062230112872615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=44062230112872615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/44062230112872615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/44062230112872615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/nabei-screams-im-feeling-oh-so-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-ZyB634_xI/AAAAAAAAAw4/TrcWNngedVs/s72-c/grandparents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5879829290319653690</id><published>2008-03-22T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:44:57.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A birthday gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-UmNK34_wI/AAAAAAAAAww/Y_gf-OQDzug/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-UmNK34_wI/AAAAAAAAAww/Y_gf-OQDzug/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180588954058555138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told my Mum I wanted a key diamond necklace. What a thick skin daughter she have right? But at the same time, I want a tattoo. Yes Yes Yes. Go ahead and yell at me not to do so because a tattoo is going to be with my for my whole life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But imagine in years to come, whenever I see my tattoo, it'll be sometime I'll always remember. The time spend with my special someone and it'll therefore reminds me of how I spend my 21st birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Otherwise a diamond ring will do. I told my Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don't you ask your Boyfriend to get them for you instead. She replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only I have a rich Boyfriend, Mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I told her my dream holiday. Free from trouble and nagging. Time to relax and enjoy life for a short tiny winy while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to go to Bali for a holiday. I want a outdoor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jacuzzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. And when I look out of my window, I can see the clear blue sea. Or maybe to I-don't-what-what-island-is-that, that I can see the fishes on the clear blue sea. Smooth sand, and turtles dig up holes to lay their eggs. Watch the baby turtles crack out from the tiny egg. That's what I told my Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She replied me with some sarcastic remarks and I told her, why can't you just let me daydream for a little little while. And I continued daydreaming as I sat down at the dining table with my Mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the same time, I was munching on my half burger for 45 minutes. Very long right? I've got small mouth, that's why I always get people saying 'The how are you going to suck cock with your small mouth?'. Nabei. What a question to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't really matter because I ain't sucking any of your cocks. Damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5879829290319653690?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5879829290319653690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5879829290319653690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5879829290319653690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5879829290319653690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-gift-i-told-my-mum-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-UmNK34_wI/AAAAAAAAAww/Y_gf-OQDzug/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-2571240677902770213</id><published>2008-03-22T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:32:14.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Boyfriend is indeed getting his Super 4 soon next month. I think he's so crazy about bike that it's going to be his 3rd bike. He wants a bike collection, but the monthly installment is going to make him suffer man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-UOZ634_uI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hPpHZX2QLnY/s1600-h/super+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-UOZ634_uI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hPpHZX2QLnY/s320/super+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562784822820578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's getting a silver one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've finished watching Bull Fighting and Magician Love. Here's a new Taiwan Drama that I'm so into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-UOaa34_vI/AAAAAAAAAwo/3_WvF00hI_U/s1600-h/we%27re+fated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-UOaa34_vI/AAAAAAAAAwo/3_WvF00hI_U/s320/we%27re+fated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562793412755186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're fated together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Boss had a talk with me earlier on a Thursday morning regarding the taking over of Kakah place. I know I'm going to feel fucking gan chiong, but heck. For the sake of experience. Starting from Monday, I'll be taking over her place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah. It was Good Friday yesterday, and apparently, I had work today. The thought of giving work a miss came into my mind. After all, I could have had 3 days off from work, you know. But still, I chose to wake up because I cannot afford to miss work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking about church, I didn't know that some colleagues of mine are Christians. Of course, to me, they looked like some kind of Ah Beng christians. At times, I gave excuses for not turning up for church. I'm pretty much full of sins, that's why going to church makes me feel much more sinful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still do pray to God. But at times, I really ask myself, knowing how sinful I am right now, does God still loves me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyhow, I accidentally bought something to do with pork yesterday. Tell me, do prawn noodles actually have pork in them? Of course, I fed my little brother those pork since he eats anything and everything. And guess what happened next. It started raining like fuck when I was on my way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabei. I told you it was some kind of curse. I was so afraid I wasn't able to meet up with Boyfriend. The rain soon stopped, but there were still dark clouds surrounding us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm pretty much scared of dark clouds. It makes me feel so alone, which I hate. I don't mind sun + rain. Not rain + dark sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was upset upon seeing something over Boyfriends cell. He could tell it all because I treated him a little cold yesternight. But he was oh-so sweet. Know why? Because he dedicated a song by The Click Five - Jenny just for me. I was fucking malu when I heard the band member saying 'And now, here's a song request by Dean'. Instead of singing the word Jenny, they sung Michelle. When it came to an end, he ask 'So who is Michelle?' Boyfriend and Chubby pointed out to me as I tried finding somewhere to hid my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next time the band comes again, I'm going to dedicate a song for my beloved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabei. This is a fucking long post la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To add onto the sweetness, Boyfriend waited for an hour to fetch me off from work. We had lunch at Burger King, but as we were reaching our destination, it rained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear that whoever dare to splash water at me on the road, will fucking get it from me. Because it happened once to me, and I was fucking drenched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I swear, curse and scold vulgarities alot. So please pardon me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 21st birthday is coming soon. About 3 - 4 months time. I'm planing to go on a holiday. I've told Daddy about my plans. It's either a holiday trip or a birthday celebrations whereby I can invite all my friends. I should start saving as Daddy said. I'm just happy he didn't object me from going on a holiday. Yeah. I want to go to Bali. Sponsors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to love me for your whole life? Just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-2571240677902770213?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/2571240677902770213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=2571240677902770213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2571240677902770213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2571240677902770213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/3rd-bike-my-boyfriend-is-indeed-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R-UOZ634_uI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hPpHZX2QLnY/s72-c/super+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1356449880160371208</id><published>2008-03-18T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:28:46.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I threw my tantrum, saying things which I shouldn't be saying. I'm upset with him and stressed up with the whole pile of work on my tray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We both apologized and he said he was sorry for making me angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we somehow started arguing over text message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wanted to give me a surprise, but I actually said those words to him. I know he has been trying his best, but yet and again, I was giving him more trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still after 4pm, I was fucking busy keying in orders. I received a text message at 5ish that Boyfriend ain't able to pick me up. And of course, I was upset. I told him I'll be back in Yishun pretty late since he isn't able to fetch me back. And he freaking called me to ask me why so. From the tone of his voice, I could sense something fishy. He was already down at my workplace waiting for me. How sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His 3 whole hours was practically MINE. We talked and played. His words really melts my heart at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever I look at him, I'll always be remembered of how I first met him back at Wild Wild Wet. It always make me smile to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm kind on the outside, but I screw people up like mad. So don't ever test my patiences, bitches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just too happy I wished everyday was like today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work today sucks. I almost teared at work. And with those works piling up, I've to be at work earlier tomorrow so I could clear them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome wanted MacDonalds for lunch. I wanted it too because I was afraid I'll accidentally eat pork/lard AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1356449880160371208?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1356449880160371208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1356449880160371208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1356449880160371208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1356449880160371208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-happy-i-threw-my-tantrum-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7733039921967536431</id><published>2008-03-17T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:29:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I have something against eating Pork. Each time I eat it unknowingly, I won't be able to meet Boyfriend when we're supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nabei. I swear it's somehow a curse or something because it happen not only once, but everytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Like the other day, I had minced pork together with the steamed egg. I can't taste the differance between pork and chicken. So I ate it, and then I was told that he can't meet up with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I didn't know carrot cake has got some pork thingy in it. But seriously, can someone tell me if carrot cake has got something to do with pork? Or they're using some kind of pork oil to cook it? Nabei, I know I'm such a noob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Boyfriend rang me up and said he has other stuffs to settle and won't be meeting me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fark. Why is that so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nabei. I think I have to watch what I eat if I'm meeting up with Boyfriend, otherwise the curse strikes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7733039921967536431?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7733039921967536431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7733039921967536431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7733039921967536431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7733039921967536431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/pork-i-think-i-have-something-against.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-3578903138328216353</id><published>2008-03-17T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:13:02.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farking tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;With less than 4 hours of sleep, I had to wake up for work. I bought MacDonalds for the workmates because I didn't want to be called the 'no heart' girl again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I stayed up yesternight, watching The Magician Love till 4am and I started tossing and turning on my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To add on to my tireness, I was pile up with lots and lots of orders. And it's finally after 4pm. I guess I'm staying back for a little while to clear up some of my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Boyfriend ain't meeting me today because he has his own stuffs to settle. But he better make sure he comes to fetch me from work tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, alot have of things has been going through my mind. I'm pretty stucked and helpless. I'm to blame for choosing this path. But I hope I'll never regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-3578903138328216353?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/3578903138328216353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=3578903138328216353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3578903138328216353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3578903138328216353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/farking-tired-with-less-than-4-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-3156517270674435363</id><published>2008-03-15T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:37:15.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work's smooth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wasn't jammed up with work though a colleague was on leave. I'm even too free to be blogging right here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Boyfriend met me at the control station and we took the train together. He's being an arsehole seriously. It was the start of a new day, and he made it all sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was too early for work, I had to sit on the floor outside the office, and enjoy my pathetic breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Work flow smooth but I stayed back in the office to clear up some of my other works. I trained down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harbour Front&lt;/span&gt; to pick Boyfriend up. But as an impatient person, making me wait for fucking long can really make me cry. I stood by the arrival gate, waiting for his arrival. After an hour and a half, he came out and I was smiling to him as he walked out. The warm hug made all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frustrations&lt;/span&gt; gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We can dinner and then it was back home. I seriously thinks my Boyfriend needs to have his own vehical to travel around, otherwise he'll keep whining here and there and waiting for trouble. See what an arsehole he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And today, I was feeling oh-so happy in the morning, but when the 2 mates stepped in, I was called no-heart for not buying them Macdonalds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yawns. I'm too bored that I need to do something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-3156517270674435363?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/3156517270674435363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=3156517270674435363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3156517270674435363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3156517270674435363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/works-smooth-i-wasnt-jammed-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1714232718287444737</id><published>2008-03-14T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:35:54.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's on leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God damn it. I'll be fucking busy when I get my ass to work later in the morning because a colleague is unable to come to work. I won't even have the time to pick up phone calls. It's like shit, but it gives me the taste of being busy and doing orders all ALONE for 2 freaking days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm looking for another job at the same time, but of course with a better pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Boyfriend's an asshole. I'm kinda retarded to him, but he's gotten no other choice but to still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's going to Batam tomorrow and we're taking the train together. Like finally. And I'm so going to fetch him back at the ferry terminal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rui Kun, if you're reading this, I seriously hope you'll get Choice No.5 as your career, because you made my heart fucking itchy. *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1714232718287444737?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1714232718287444737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1714232718287444737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1714232718287444737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1714232718287444737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-on-leave-god-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1497916241730559748</id><published>2008-03-12T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:38:54.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;wei. why u copy my nick leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;cannot eh huh begok ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;tui tui tui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;butt anyway, it makes me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;muak muak muak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;coz at least u still bother to look at my nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;watever love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;muak1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever. thanks for making my day end with a smile. dun change ur nick ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;muakz1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok ok love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok la. i wanna face wall now. makes me think more better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok ok wait the wall got my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok. and i ll stare at u longer den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;hehe ok ok love good ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;u very the free hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;- he sends me steven chou laughing icon -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;look tat guy face like me rite .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;no. that guy is CINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;you BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;so wat same ma ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;wen he smile like me rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ya ya ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i dun care sat you're mine mine mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok ok go meeting wit me eh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm going to be farking selfish on that day and i ll argue with u if u dun meet me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok ok lovw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do? says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;LURBE LURBE U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;love u too muak muak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He replied me in his nick, which made me end my day with a smile. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;施美雪 - do you miss me like I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DeViL OwN ... I mizz u so much but due to my werk i cnt help it......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1497916241730559748?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1497916241730559748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1497916241730559748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1497916241730559748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1497916241730559748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-miss-me-like-i-do-says-wei.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5605476902784634783</id><published>2008-03-10T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:02:43.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.I.A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing In Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a horrible week afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firstly, it was Food Poisoning on Wednesday. I had to visit the doctor which I was entitled to a day off from work. I thought I could be feeling much better, but my vomiting didn't stop. The second trip to the same clinic was a horrifying one. I was given a jab, to stop my vomiting, but it was of no use. I continued puking like hell till Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My parents decided to send me over to the hospital, but for fark sake I don't understand why my Dad still wants to go to the Polyclinic first. Maybe because he thought getting a referral letter might entitle us to skip turns to see the docs at A &amp;amp; E, but NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I waited for a freaking 2 hours before it was my turn. At first, I was thinking, 'Wow, I'm finally going to stay in the hospital. My very first time', but after the doctor put me on drip, I was thinking 'Daddy, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore'. I was pushed to a room with many other patients and was told that my doctor will only see me at 6pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was 3pm when I looked at the clock and I thought, 'What am I going to do till 6pm? My parents aren't here with me and I'm feeling lonely'. So I took a nap and was woken up by my Mum who came in to visit me. I slept till 5pm and realized that my Mum was under observation in the same room as me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was finally discharged at 8.30pm and was feeling damn tired. We cabbed home and my Dad took care of both me and my Mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The house phone kept ranging and it's needless to say, it has to got to be my families who called in to ask about us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was back to work today, whereas I'm still supposed to be on Medical Leave. The workmates too were asking 'How are you?' and so on. I knew I had pile load of work to be done, that's why I didn't hesitate to go back to work today though I still felt a little discomfort in my tummy. 5 whole hours facing the computer, trying hard to clear all those orders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It isn't afterall, nice to be sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The jab on my ass still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Boyfriend like madness after 1 whole week. Though he wasn't physically there for me, but he never fails to cheer me up with his calls and messages. He talks to me like a little kiddo, which is the way I love him to treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself as I was walking down to meet Boyfriend. Everyone's been saying I'm thinner. Yes of course, I didn't eat for 4 freaking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know he cares and love me lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5605476902784634783?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5605476902784634783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5605476902784634783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5605476902784634783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5605476902784634783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/m.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-4564582192929063540</id><published>2008-03-04T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:38:01.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 6th Month, Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office software system is down and I’ve got nothing better to do. My internet connections on my desktop sucks like hell, and I’m using Microsoft Word to type before I transfer them all into blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Boyfriend yesternight after my work because it was the only day we could meet of this whole week. I know I’m going to miss him like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re into the 6th month together and it has brought us to realize the good and the bad point of each other. Boyfriend can even read my mind without me saying a single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made it a memorable 6th month that I’ll never forget. Though it was a simple dinner at Platinum Lounge, I’m still glad I got his company. It wasn’t that romantic, but just sitting by his side and letting him bully me still makes me feel that happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might know me as a quiet one, but on the other side, I’m kinda rough in the way I talk, stand and walk. I’m not feminine in the way I am right now, that’s why Boyfriend mistook me for being a lesbian with Ann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended the night with a sweet message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that I’m always trying to find trouble with him, but he never fails to talk nicely to me (though at times he do raise his voice). But because of the way we talk jokingly, we hardly ever get into a quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being together for 6 months, I think I can use maybe 1 hand to count the times we had an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of the girls are asking me to think twice about being with Boyfriend. Just because he’s a Indian Muslim. But seriously, religion doesn’t matter that much to me. So long as I’m happy now, that’s it. What’s coming up in the future you won’t know, so live life as it is right now. You won’t know the next moment you’re gone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-4564582192929063540?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/4564582192929063540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=4564582192929063540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4564582192929063540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4564582192929063540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-6th-month-boyfriend-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-735481949884229715</id><published>2008-03-02T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:07:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step Up 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a nice show. Not much of the dancing until the ending which, but the girl has got nice body. And the guy's pretty hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I think the movie isn't out yet, but my little brother downloaded it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R8rCIaITJuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QsZL27DLmcs/s1600-h/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R8rCIaITJuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QsZL27DLmcs/s320/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173160571697309410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R8rCI6ITJvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/OFGw8zC96AQ/s1600-h/step+up+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R8rCI6ITJvI/AAAAAAAAAwY/OFGw8zC96AQ/s320/step+up+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173160580287244018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-735481949884229715?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/735481949884229715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=735481949884229715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/735481949884229715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/735481949884229715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-up-2-streets-its-nice-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R8rCIaITJuI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QsZL27DLmcs/s72-c/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5319886791231190390</id><published>2008-03-02T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:57:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm missing Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Shit. My little brother just told me that I've bought the wrong cream for the face. And it's freaking $52.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend is going to be busy the whole of next week that he doesn't even have time for me. I'm feeling so damn upset due to the stuck up place he's working in. Fucked up boss whom I'm so pissed because he made my Boyfriend work and work like mad. Imagine working from 9am to 2am. And you're supposed to be at work at 7am. I just hope that Boyfriend would be able to get a good job with fixed working hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, the past few days were like the daily routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9am - work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6pm - knock off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after 6pm, it's either home or out with some friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it was Sufi's big day yesterday. Joon Kiat &amp;amp; I waited for him at his crib as he went off to fetch his wife. It's just so cool when someone breaks a good news to you that they're getting married, and at the age of 19, only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But before that, I met up with Zee for lunch at Ang Mo Kio hub. I realized that AMK hub isn't worth my time walking around. My treat to KFC and he's full of shit. Lame talks, but well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;practice safe sex, alright&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? Oops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so going to picture stitch for Boyfriend, probably by our 1st year. We're entering our 6th months soon, which is kinda fast. And I do hope this is going to be my very last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow when I think back about the past, I kinda feel guilty breaking someone's heart. This isn't a right place for me to express my feelings, but I'm just glad we still do keep in contact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I hate it when guys say 'You're my only one and let's hope we'll last'. Like HELLO, you've said it to me and I trust you that we're going to last, but you ended up hiding in a corner and bringing someone along when all I wanted was to make things clear. Fancy buying something for his love when he'd bought me that before too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5319886791231190390?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5319886791231190390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5319886791231190390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5319886791231190390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5319886791231190390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-missing-boyfriend-holy-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6226123801474381422</id><published>2008-02-25T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:19:25.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Relationship is Strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howstrongisyourrelationshipwithyourguyquiz/strong-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've built the foundation of a great relationship, and it would take a lot to shake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through good communication and respect, you have a true love that can last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstrongisyourrelationshipwithyourguyquiz/"&gt;How Strong Is Your Relationship With Your Guy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start Hunting For That New Apartment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/shouldyoulivewithyourboyfriendquiz/should-live-together.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two are ready to live together - and probably have been for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a perfect match, even if you don't agree on everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's important is compromise... a skill you and your guy have mastered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So head out to Bed, Bath, and Beyond. It's time for your new life together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyoulivewithyourboyfriendquiz/"&gt;Should You Live With Your Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's Absolutely Committed to You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/willhecommitquiz/absolutely-committed.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your guy is committed to you, as if you were already married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, you show the same commitment to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may have had your ups and downs, you've smoothed things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the two of you aren't serious, you will be soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So start secretly planning your wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may happen sooner than you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/willhecommitquiz/"&gt;Will He Commit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break Up? Are You Kidding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/shouldyoubreakupwithhimquiz/stay-together.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're relationship is top notch, period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you even taking this quiz? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you know you've got a good thing going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you're a little shaky from a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, stick with this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyoubreakupwithhimquiz/"&gt;Should You Break Up With Him?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Based on Commitment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/commitment.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that love is something that develops and grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe in love at first site, and you never mistake lust for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is about mutual devotion, respect, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel comfortable in a relationship, unless you're both in it for the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You don't take commitment lightly - or leave relationships easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: You're so committed, you often can't see the most obvious problems in your relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Based On?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's a Great Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/isheagoodboyfriendquiz/boyfriend-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guy definitely loves you and knows how to treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a five star boyfriend - so make sure you treat him right too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isheagoodboyfriendquiz/"&gt;Is He a Good Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6226123801474381422?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6226123801474381422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6226123801474381422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6226123801474381422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6226123801474381422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/your-relationship-is-strong-youve-built.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5801542805213571366</id><published>2008-02-25T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:02:28.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I loving my life as it is right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though Boyfriend and I hardly meet up nowadays, his sweet words melt my heart. It was on the 6th day that I finally met him up for a tiny winy while at Downtown East. I then had lunch with Jamine Bitch while waiting for my Bro, Mel to come down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking about Downtown, it has really brought me lots of happy memories. The very first day of work at Wild Wild Wet in September 2005. Having them as such a workmates is always so much of fun. Those morning test ride with Eileen, and the time when we're hoping we get to work at the same station together. How Naz always call me Ah See over the walkie and the way he comforts me when I was upset at work. There's so much more, and my love life started out at Wild Wild Wet too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to me and Mel, he accompanied me to Bugis for a shopping spree, and it sucks cos' I spend S$100 in less than 3 hours. Anyway, he brought me to Home Club to chill, which I could say, is a nice place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring me there again someday eh, Bro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've to end now, because I'm going to be late in meeting up with Boyfriend. I'm heading down to register for my Basic Theory Test. Hopefully I don't have to wait long for my BTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5801542805213571366?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5801542805213571366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5801542805213571366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5801542805213571366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5801542805213571366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-loving-my-life-as-it-is-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6808826291296941480</id><published>2008-02-18T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:11:37.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What has an egg got to do with menses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And finally Zee eleborated. How farking lame could sound.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zee says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;zee says:&lt;br /&gt;menses means egg roten liao, need to deposit, thats why menses,&lt;br /&gt;zee says:&lt;br /&gt;so in order no tto make the egg rotten&lt;br /&gt;zee says:&lt;br /&gt;go make love&lt;br /&gt;zee says:&lt;br /&gt;confirm no mense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;m i c h e l l e says:&lt;br /&gt;NB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zee says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6808826291296941480?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6808826291296941480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6808826291296941480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6808826291296941480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6808826291296941480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-has-egg-got-to-do-with-menses-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7202343478886499815</id><published>2008-02-17T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:46:16.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's pretty silly to be praying for Boyfriend even though my religion objects me from being with a muslim. Nothing is going to stop us from being together unless he decides to ditch me, which of course he obviously won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He knows how I'm going to screw the girl up if he happens to cheat on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm PMS-ing now. It made me quite sick in the morning that I decided to skip church. I slept till noon time, bathe and had my lunch before going back to bed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The folks came back home, asking if we would like to go to Woodlands. I jumped out from bed and say 'Okay, let's go' then it happens that my Mum was referring to the old Woodlands which is near the causeway to Johor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm thinking of making something for Boyfriend, but where do I find cross stitch shop that helps to convert my picture into cross stitch? I want to stitch them before our 6th month, which I know is impossible, but I want to make out something with my own hands for my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going back to study real soon. My Dad wants me to go get a darn degree. I'll be taking a leave next week together with Boyfriend, go apply my Basic Theory Test and make some enquiries to my Advance Diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7202343478886499815?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7202343478886499815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7202343478886499815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7202343478886499815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7202343478886499815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-its-pretty-silly-to-be-praying.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5763889584562144322</id><published>2008-02-17T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:32:34.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A simple prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Lord God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray that you'll continue to bless Boyfriend and let him secure his current job. Let not the past incident affect his performance at work. Bless him with a good working hours, so he could spend equal time with me and his daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ask all this in the mighty name of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'll continue praying for Boyfriend*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5763889584562144322?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5763889584562144322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5763889584562144322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5763889584562144322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5763889584562144322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/simple-prayer-dear-lord-god-i-pray-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7755280729983618787</id><published>2008-02-16T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:31:15.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend and I caught CJ7 instead of Ah Long Pte Ltd. It was funny and I cried when the show was about to end. Wonder why I cried? Then you should watch this show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rating: 7 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R7a48fQe0WI/AAAAAAAAAwA/E5I4NKbwLR8/s1600-h/cj7.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R7a48fQe0WI/AAAAAAAAAwA/E5I4NKbwLR8/s320/cj7.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167520971776512354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend says I'm addicted to playing Blackjack. Is not that I'm addicted, but it happens that I'm always winning. Last Monday and Tuesday, I earned about 40 bucks alone. Everyone tease me for being so lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like today at 12pm, Mr Ben says he's going to be the banker and called everyone into the meeting room. And, the casino begins. Within 45 minutes, I won 30 bucks. As for Jonny, he decides to take the risk and hand over 6 bucks to me. When I win, Jonny wins too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, tell me how not to stop when I'm so lucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R7a48vQe0XI/AAAAAAAAAwI/OdM3VxmZhpo/s1600-h/blackjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R7a48vQe0XI/AAAAAAAAAwI/OdM3VxmZhpo/s320/blackjack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167520976071479666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, company lunch on the 19th February. So looking forward to it because it's Sakura again. There'll be about 50 people from KSI and KST going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss my Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7755280729983618787?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7755280729983618787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7755280729983618787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7755280729983618787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7755280729983618787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-boyfriend-and-i-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R7a48fQe0WI/AAAAAAAAAwA/E5I4NKbwLR8/s72-c/cj7.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-4093734714328163485</id><published>2008-02-12T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:38:22.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Win Win Win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so free to blog again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Probably because some companies are still in the Chinese New Year mood that they decides to start work at 'I-don't-know-when'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The total collection from work is above a hundred, and I was feeling oh-so damn happy because I got enough cash to last me for a month or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday's BlackJack was perfect. I won 20 over bucks at work and only 6 bucks bucks from the Wild Wild Wet mates. Even though I play small, but still I'm quite happy. At least I'm winning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;More gambling later on after lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-4093734714328163485?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/4093734714328163485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=4093734714328163485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4093734714328163485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4093734714328163485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/win-win-win-im-so-free-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5980764075461297037</id><published>2008-02-11T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:52:30.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gambling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost everyone in the office are in the Conference Room playing BlackJack. I've collected about 8 Ang Baos from the colleagues at work. How nice. And, all the workers lined up with our 2 oranges for Boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm blogging because I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And and and, Boyfriend is back. He made me so darn worried because I couldn't get through his phone and I'm afraid he might miss his ferry back to Singapore again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5980764075461297037?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5980764075461297037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5980764075461297037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5980764075461297037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5980764075461297037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/gambling-almost-everyone-in-office-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7747461452039890818</id><published>2008-02-10T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:04:02.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Lunar New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Busy week. Work + Gambling and not forgetting more visiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reunion dinner with the families were great. 36 pax with 'I-don't-know-how-many-tables' over at Sakura. The cousins went snap snap after dinner, and I'll upload the pictures soon. The families came down to my crib on the first day of Chinese New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As time goes by, Chinese New Year is getting more boring. I still prefer having my grandparents around. The only happy part is the money rolling into my pocket. I don't go visiting because I don't have much of the family here in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend send me over to Jonny's crib for mahjong. I swear I was feeling so damn horrible when I first lost 20 bucks in the first round. I earned back a little during the second round. We ordered macdelivery early in the wee morning and back to another round of mahjong before we all went back home at 7am. Slept for 2 hours and my family cabbed down to Sembawang beach for the Filippino BBQ. I cabbed back home with my little brother after lunch, sleep for a tiny winy while more and got myself ready for DXO with Boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, Boyfriend was the sweetest that very night, all because he forsake working and rather spend his time with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reported back to work on the 3rd day of New Year. I don't understand why we had to do so. I could've taken a day leave, but I don't see a point since it's just half a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend is away in Batam. I was pretty happy when we could still call and text each other, but somehow, his phone went crazy. He was supposed to be back tonight, but he freaking missed his ferry back to Singapore. *rolling eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss my Boyfriend so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7747461452039890818?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7747461452039890818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7747461452039890818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7747461452039890818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7747461452039890818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-lunar-new-year-to-everyone-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6181814068442577827</id><published>2008-01-29T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:47:30.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First Pay &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm planning to bring Boyfriend and my family out to eat. Haven't thought of any places, but I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not want to eat hawker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was pretty excited, and didn't expect to get so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As according to plan, Boyfriend and I will be keeping 200 bucks aside each monthly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chinese New Year is around the corner. In fact, about 2 weeks time. I'm not anticipating for that day to come, because it's just like any other normal days. I ain't taking any leave on the Eve of Chinese New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6181814068442577827?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6181814068442577827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6181814068442577827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6181814068442577827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6181814068442577827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-pay-im-planning-to-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7201648027745492974</id><published>2008-01-26T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:29:58.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The office is so quiet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't hear a single sound. It's usually very noisy in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's going to be so random, but I want to eat Bak Gua. My Boyfriend forbids me for eating them. Like such a waste, and it's Chinese New Year coming up, how not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I haven't seen Boyfriend for 2 days. I miss him, but I guess he's too busy to even think of me. That night, he wanted to buy over a PSP slim for me. $140 only. His reason? Because he rather buy it for me than I give my little brother some money so I could share with him. So sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need more sleep and I'm pretty lazy to go down for my facial appointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7201648027745492974?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7201648027745492974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7201648027745492974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7201648027745492974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7201648027745492974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/office-is-so-quiet-i-cant-hear-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-8946101022189124404</id><published>2008-01-24T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:13:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprise Surprise Surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Boyfriend came to fetch me on his off day, and he sucks at giving surprises. He lied that he had just finished bathing when I was already about to knock off from work. And why the hell would it takes him an hour to reply my message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm pretty lazy to blog actually, but I'm so bored at work. It's only 2.16pm. I still got another 3 hours 45 minutes. What the hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-8946101022189124404?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/8946101022189124404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=8946101022189124404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8946101022189124404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8946101022189124404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/surprise-surprise-surprise-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-8720305591623938241</id><published>2008-01-21T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:03:38.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darn Bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't feeling that good the moment I stepped into the office. Work's done and I'm waiting for more work to kill my bordem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Something horrible happened yesternight and I seriously don't like people to accuse me. Mummy asked me if I was feeling low. Yes, of course I was. No meeting up with Boyfriend last minute. No lepak. I stayed home the whole night to watch my taiwan drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't mean to be so attitude. I know I should be understanding enough. I trust you, but I love you too much that I really don't want to share you with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, everyone is out for lunch. I'm going to wonder around toa payoh alone after I've eaten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-8720305591623938241?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/8720305591623938241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=8720305591623938241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8720305591623938241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8720305591623938241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/darn-bored-i-wasnt-feeling-that-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-4303375438098573306</id><published>2008-01-19T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T11:36:56.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her last day of work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Joanne is leaving Ka Shin. She'll be working just a few doors away from me. But we'll still chat online, if only she can do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm pretty bored at work. The ladies are talking about some stuffs which I don't understand. Joanne is in the room surfing the net. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, I've got work to do. =( I just can't wait to knock off from work because I want to relax myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-4303375438098573306?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/4303375438098573306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=4303375438098573306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4303375438098573306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4303375438098573306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/her-last-day-of-work-joanne-is-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7018468812809414291</id><published>2008-01-18T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:33:35.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm too tired that I need some rest now. I've been munching on my foods since the time I came back from lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend rang me up. I thought he was trying to be sweet enough, but he had a motive for doing so. He needs me to check out the price for Nokia E65.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I've still got work to do. I'll keep some for tomorrow because I ain't in the right mood to do so now. All I need is some good night sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7018468812809414291?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7018468812809414291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7018468812809414291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7018468812809414291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7018468812809414291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-too-tired-that-i-need-some-rest-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6691827493018533176</id><published>2008-01-18T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:59:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Food Food Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; at work. A colleague said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; she pass by my desk, she'll always be seeing me munching on something. And now, I'm eating pineapple tart. I even have biscuits and sweets in my drawer. I wonder why I'm always hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I skipped lunch today, just so I could shop a little. Bought 3 Banana Republic top and it's super duper cheap. We went back to work after almost 1 and a half hours of shopping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Boyfriend send me a irritating text message, and I started to bullshit with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Boyfriend is always so much of fun. I'm always anitcipating to the day/time I'm meeting him because he always make me smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to start saving some money for our future use. $200 each, to be kept aside every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facial after work tomorrow and I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6691827493018533176?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6691827493018533176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6691827493018533176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6691827493018533176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6691827493018533176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/food-food-food-ive-been-eating-alot-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7576385211623415976</id><published>2008-01-16T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:10:44.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORDEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;All work completed. It's another 1 hour 50 minutes to 6pm. I'm feeling damn bored now and I'm missing Boyfriend like so badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'he prays day &amp;amp; night, that it'll last'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7576385211623415976?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7576385211623415976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7576385211623415976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7576385211623415976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7576385211623415976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/bordem-all-work-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-3019524851445618564</id><published>2008-01-16T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:53:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost everyone at the office are out for lunch. I'm so bored, so I've decided to blog since it's VERY safe to do so now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Took half day yesterday just to accompany Boyfriend to the hospital. He dropped me off my workplace before he goes to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And when I returned to work, I got a whole pile of paper which needs to be completed. They bomb me like MAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then after work, met up with Ann for dinner. 3 cans of beer, and I stopped at the 2nd one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been so long since Boyfriend played SMS with me. It makes me smile whenever I think of how he got my number. From the time he got my number, he was messaging me all the way non stop for 3 days before we finally got together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss spending time alone with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-3019524851445618564?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/3019524851445618564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=3019524851445618564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3019524851445618564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3019524851445618564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/lunch-time-almost-everyone-at-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-237931147393076802</id><published>2008-01-14T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:10:26.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weather is so nice to be in bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes! I'm blogging at work, when everything has been completed and it's time to take a tiny winy bit of rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was bombed with work this morning, and even after lunch. its another 50 more minutes to knock off. Getting a lift from a collegue to Tampines just so I could meet up with Boyfriend at the lounge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so looking forward to my facial appointment this weekend. 5 more treatment and hopefully those pimples could just disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So basically my job for today is done, just answering of phone calls, UNLESS, some nice people decides to bomb me with last minute work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-237931147393076802?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/237931147393076802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=237931147393076802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/237931147393076802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/237931147393076802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/weather-is-so-nice-to-be-in-bed-yes-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-330281769770807637</id><published>2008-01-12T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:49:05.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically my job for today is just come to work, answer phone calls, do some typing and I do nothing after that. Joanne has written her second post for today. So am I. There's nothing on my tray. I wished I had some tibits in my drawer, so I could munch munch munch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-330281769770807637?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/330281769770807637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=330281769770807637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/330281769770807637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/330281769770807637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/basically-my-job-for-today-is-just-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-218057058068884123</id><published>2008-01-12T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:26:38.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year, New Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Started my new job over at Ka Shin on Monday. Work was alright and I got to know my what-to-do's before Joanne leaves this coming Friday. At least I got her around to talk with, but after she's gone, I wonder what I'll be doing. Probably talking to myself more often? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Met up with Boyfriend on Wednesday at the lounge. He became emo all of a sudden. I didn't dare joke around with him, let alone talking to him. Because of him being emo, I became upset with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a talk with Regg, and she somehow made me feel a bit better. We were supposed to just chill around Northpoint, but we got the sudden urge to shop, so we cabbed down to Bugis. Spend 50 bucks within an hour or two. Decided to cab back home, then I realized that taking a cab at City areas are expensive. $5.80 when you jusy hopped in ($2.80 for starting meter and $3.00 because you're in the City area). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought dinner for Boyfriend and his family after my work and he's FINALLY back to his normal self. I love him for being the lamest Boyfriend ever. The assurance he made. The love for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And his mum talked about 'Family'. I worry for Boyfriend because I care, not because I'm being kaypoh. If someone were to make Boyfriend emo again, I swear I'm going to make the person's life miserable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm loving life as it is right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-218057058068884123?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/218057058068884123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=218057058068884123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/218057058068884123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/218057058068884123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-job-started-my-new-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-3648474094756602262</id><published>2008-01-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:15:44.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's payday, but where is the pay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I could have gone shopping, but the freaking pay isn't in yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogging away as Boyfriend is watching some malay ghost show on Suria, which I actually caught it with classmates last year. The ghost look real fake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking about classmates, I haven't been seeing them for a long time. And I miss hanging out with my Bestie too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone has started school. I'm still a slacker looking for a job. I really hope I get a job soon so I won't get bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's probably out with Reg tomorrow for drinking session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is the freaking pay *screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-3648474094756602262?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/3648474094756602262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=3648474094756602262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3648474094756602262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3648474094756602262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-payday-but-where-is-pay-i-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-2505336872709104875</id><published>2008-01-04T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:22:13.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 4th Month, Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A person who's always there for me. He who pampers and adore me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the troubles we've gone through together, I'm happy he shared them all with me. And no matter what, we'll go through thick and thin together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*more updates when I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-2505336872709104875?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/2505336872709104875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=2505336872709104875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2505336872709104875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2505336872709104875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-4th-month-boyfriend-person-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-4698239993399864962</id><published>2008-01-02T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:17:36.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year, everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea with Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3t9iPtGkXI/AAAAAAAAAto/VKYwebkRvoU/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3t9iPtGkXI/AAAAAAAAAto/VKYwebkRvoU/s320/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150848626113024370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3t9iftGkYI/AAAAAAAAAtw/XCD74OAnSQE/s1600-h/29122007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3t9iftGkYI/AAAAAAAAAtw/XCD74OAnSQE/s320/29122007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150848630407991682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I was on the phone with Boyfriend when the timer just *snap snap snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hang out with the cousins after church. Went to town because the sisters want to get something for their ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3t9ivtGkZI/AAAAAAAAAt4/rPDwH_6W8o0/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3t9ivtGkZI/AAAAAAAAAt4/rPDwH_6W8o0/s320/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150848634702958994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cousins, while Eve was in the loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So how did everyone spend their New Year countdown? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, as for me, I spend it over at Jonny's crib playing mahjong with Rei and Arens. Pop a red wine when the clock strike 12. I won a tiny winy bit in mahjong and I want more sessions. Boyfriend says I'm likee a nonya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend had work on New Year and I accompanied him till he ended work at 12 midnight. Pool and soccer over at the lounge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for my 2008 resolution, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Boyfriend wants me to be nice and gentle and stop being so vulgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want a proper job with high pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't listing down the others, but I definitely want more freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow, somewhat, I'm still thinking if I should continue my Advance Diploma followed by my Degree. My dad wants me to get a Degree so I could secure a job with better pay. I don't know either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss Boyfriend and I wish he could wake up NOW to webcam with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 more days to our 4th month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-4698239993399864962?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/4698239993399864962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=4698239993399864962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4698239993399864962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4698239993399864962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-everyone-ikea-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3t9iPtGkXI/AAAAAAAAAto/VKYwebkRvoU/s72-c/DSC00182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1725525925775654830</id><published>2007-12-31T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:17:09.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm feeling damn emotional right now. I wished Boyfriend was here, but he hates it whenever I cry. He'll never know my real thoughts are written in here. I cry almost every night. I'm probably just so used to seeing him everyday. Not meeting up with him for a day makes me miss him so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, I think negatively about Boyfriend. I worry so much about him cheating on me. I worry that he doesn't love me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1725525925775654830?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1725525925775654830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1725525925775654830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1725525925775654830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1725525925775654830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/emo-im-feeling-damn-emotional-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5285969281074555219</id><published>2007-12-29T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T12:12:01.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine how screw up WWW system is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not only am I the only one complaining. I didn't expect myself to be leaving WWW this year, because I'm so attached to my work. For those who haven't encounter what I'm going through now, sooner or later you'll find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiq doesn't believe me when I told him our supervisor plays color, but he finally understood. Giving me a shift when I'm not available and asking me to turn up on the specific timing. He could even joke about my religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screw it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Send Boyfriend to work early in the morning because I just wanted to. Due to the fractured wrist, he's banned from taking his damn bike till his wrist is no longer swollen and bandaged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5285969281074555219?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5285969281074555219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5285969281074555219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5285969281074555219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5285969281074555219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/imagine-how-screw-up-www-system-is-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6853369342195724888</id><published>2007-12-27T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T12:00:22.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 days before Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3MfcvtGkUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/gi6YH_w5T34/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3MfcvtGkUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/gi6YH_w5T34/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148493377717047618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;melvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3MfcvtGkVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AHuDylHGt18/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3MfcvtGkVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AHuDylHGt18/s320/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148493377717047634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mel suggested this snapshot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Mfc_tGkWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/UHOeB15RJXI/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Mfc_tGkWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/UHOeB15RJXI/s320/DSC00152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148493382012014946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taufiq &amp;amp; melvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me7_tGkOI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7SNPwNu6ayA/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me7_tGkOI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7SNPwNu6ayA/s320/DSC00154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492815076331746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taufiq &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me8PtGkPI/AAAAAAAAAso/PI_UMhzTfvY/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me8PtGkPI/AAAAAAAAAso/PI_UMhzTfvY/s320/DSC00155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492819371299058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bro &amp;amp; sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me8PtGkQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gApenolGQ-8/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me8PtGkQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gApenolGQ-8/s320/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492819371299074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;threesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me8ftGkRI/AAAAAAAAAs4/MormJUdxkRo/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me8ftGkRI/AAAAAAAAAs4/MormJUdxkRo/s320/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492823666266386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Met up with Boyfriend then we zoomed down to White Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me8ftGkSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_BC07Z-eJQU/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3Me8ftGkSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_BC07Z-eJQU/s320/DSC00158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148492823666266402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Christmas picture missing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll upload the pictures soon after I got it from my little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Anyway, the family dinner was somehow alright. Had 200 sticks of satay, 1 pot of tom yum soup, 1 pot of chicken curry with french loaf and I forgot what we had. Stayed over at my auntys' with my cousins. I couldn't really sleep, because my cousins were playing x-box till 2ish in the morning, and my phone kept ranging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Christmas day itself, Boyfriend and I got into an accident. The farked up drive did a U-turn without noticing us approaching. Accompanied Boyfriend to Tan Tock Seng Hospital. He fractured his left wrist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3MfcftGkTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/JHHaajrqXMY/s1600-h/acc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3MfcftGkTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/JHHaajrqXMY/s320/acc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148493373422080306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;where the accident took place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boyfriend was so nice. He made me go over his office during my break time, just so that he could give me a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going to accompany Boyfriend to the hospital for further checkup NOW! And it's back to workplace later at night for the Christmas Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7187691-6853369342195724888?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6853369342195724888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6853369342195724888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6853369342195724888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6853369342195724888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-days-before-christmas-melvin-mel.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R3MfcvtGkUI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/gi6YH_w5T34/s72-c/DSC00149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-8651544178971363292</id><published>2007-12-24T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:22:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm currently watching Alvin and the Chipmunks. Cute. And I love the songs the sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LH_tGkKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/E05_weO4hgk/s1600-h/alvin_and_the_chipmunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LH_tGkKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/E05_weO4hgk/s320/alvin_and_the_chipmunks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147415499839541410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've always been wanting to catch The Enchanted, but there isn't any time to do so. And, the website where I always watch for free doesn't include Enchanted in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LIPtGkLI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Lz_yHfqaeZA/s1600-h/enchanted-poster-433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LIPtGkLI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Lz_yHfqaeZA/s320/enchanted-poster-433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147415504134508722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This 2 movies are coming up next after I've finished watching 'Alvin and the Chipmunk'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LIftGkMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mH1ksaDr284/s1600-h/iamlegendposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LIftGkMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mH1ksaDr284/s320/iamlegendposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147415508429476034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LIftGkNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Gjibrcvi1SA/s1600-h/National+Treasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LIftGkNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Gjibrcvi1SA/s320/National+Treasure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147415508429476050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How act cute can my little brother be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MELVIN  -  i love juiced !! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buy for me can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m i c h e l l e     -    ilovemyassholeboyfriend says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tat one u ask her la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MELVIN  -  i love juiced !! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m i c h e l l e     -    ilovemyassholeboyfriend says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dun disturb me la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MELVIN  -  i love juiced !! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m i c h e l l e     -    ilovemyassholeboyfriend says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna watch my movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dun act cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I think my supervisor is farking ridiculous. He made me write a explanation letter as to why I couldn't turn up for work when I've already found someone to cover my shift. And I only wrote him 2 sentences and I clicked on SEND. Seriously, I don't give a damn. I'm leaving Wild Wild Wet soon anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had an argument with  Dad yesterday at church. Seriously, I don't care if people thinks I'm those havoc kind of girl. I don't care about how other thinks bad about me. As long as I know I'm doing things the right way. If you want face, then I'm sorry but I can't give you any. Don't take other kids and compare them with me, because everyone is different. No one's perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one can stop me from making decisions. When I said I'm meeting my friends, that means I'm going to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Met up with clone.one and Taufiq at Douby Ghaut. I went shopping around for Christmas presents for the exchange gifts. I bought a cute white lighter for Boyfriend,because I really don't know what to get him. Went down to meet up with Boyfriend after his work. Had dinner and we went to White Sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He made me smile with just 2 sentences of his text message. Boyfriend's going to JB to make his bike and he's so going to meet me up later at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ilovemyassholeboyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-8651544178971363292?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/8651544178971363292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=8651544178971363292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8651544178971363292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8651544178971363292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/movies-im-currently-watching-alvin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R29LH_tGkKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/E05_weO4hgk/s72-c/alvin_and_the_chipmunks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5573530716052679114</id><published>2007-12-19T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:24:41.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'll be accompanying Boyfriend out to shop, and this is the first time after 3 months&lt;/s&gt;. Dinner with his friends later. Boyfriend has gotten his bonus, so he's treating everyone. How generous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first time he heard me hum a song. He continued by saying how happy I am. He really made my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He never grabbed my attention whenever he came in to my workplace. I never thought we would be friends, or even being as a couple. I'm somehow amazed by how things started out. It was only 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5573530716052679114?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5573530716052679114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5573530716052679114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5573530716052679114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5573530716052679114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/off-day-ill-be-accompanying-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7644836284765570769</id><published>2007-12-17T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:17:00.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I skipped church again today because I was too tired to wake up so early in the morning. Neptune Cove today was freaking cool. The people there were dancing as if they were in a club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Met up with Boyfriend after work and zoom zoom down to AA for dinner. Knowing I wanted to eat stingray, he lied and said he ordered 1 plate of fried rice and we'll both have to share it. I was whining to Boyfriend about how freaking long it takes them to cook just 1 plate of rice. After 20 minutes of waiting, the food came, and it was all my favorite. Boyfriend is just so sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle is going to chiong overtime due to the lack in vitamin M. I'm anticipating for Wild Wild Wet Christmas party which is on the 27th December and the New Year countdown with the workmates at Downtown East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, Liverpool lost to Man U by 1 - 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7644836284765570769?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7644836284765570769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7644836284765570769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7644836284765570769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7644836284765570769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-skipped-church-again-today-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-598027613807290129</id><published>2007-12-14T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:33:24.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's never sick of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized I've been too sticky to Boyfriend. But why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Boyfriend will spend his off days with me. But usually when he's off, he'll ask me to take an off too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. We'll always wait for each other to finish work, and zoom back home together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. If we happen to start work at the same time, we'll zoom to work together. (even though I know I'll always be late, because Boyfriend has a habit of heading back to bed after a few times I called him on his cellphone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. He'll always bring me out for gathering with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He doesn't complain. He allows me to check his messages, because to him, it shows I'm concern for him. I don't control his life, which I know he doesn't like it. We play fight alot, and never argue over small matters. He gives in so much, that I felt he's the sweetest Boyfriend ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 3 months plus with him was like heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ilovemyassholeboyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-598027613807290129?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/598027613807290129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=598027613807290129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/598027613807290129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/598027613807290129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/hes-never-sick-of-me-i-realized-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-3981462945048265714</id><published>2007-12-10T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:42:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday Off Day Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Boyfriend out for a movie. Due to the bad weather, we've got no choice but to watch it at Yishun. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The movie wasn't that bad. And now I know what it means 'Evil in ink'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1watEguXWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JC2QjJsLisI/s1600-h/tattooist052607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1watEguXWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JC2QjJsLisI/s320/tattooist052607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142014236157697378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to work tomorrow. I need a stable job SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend made me smile when he gave me the sweetest answer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iloveyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-3981462945048265714?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/3981462945048265714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=3981462945048265714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3981462945048265714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3981462945048265714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-off-day-plan-brought-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1watEguXWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JC2QjJsLisI/s72-c/tattooist052607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6422836243076025190</id><published>2007-12-08T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T08:16:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm supposed to be on my way to work now, but Boyfriend went back to sleep after I called him TWICE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams &amp;amp; yell* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to rush up on my storyboarding before I could submit my portfolio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6422836243076025190?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6422836243076025190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6422836243076025190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6422836243076025190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6422836243076025190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-supposed-to-be-on-my-way-to-work-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1320675011026151502</id><published>2007-12-05T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:28:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy belated 3rd month, assholeboyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, you know how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basically, I've been meeting up with boyfriend almost everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a happy girl because his working schedule this week isn't that hectic. Chilled at the lounge on Monday night after work till boyfriend finishes work. And yesterday, I accompanied him to apply for his Basic theory. He's so excited about getting his car license. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work isn't that bad. I've been doing sai kang jobs for the past few days. I don't know if its good, but it's definitely tiring.  Luckily I'm having an off from work today. We're prolly going for a move marathon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't wait for payday, and screw HR. They haven't update the pay system for November. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was glad workmate came and talked to me about her situation. At least she knows how I felt in the past. And workmate told me something quite unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And since Friday is payday, I'm going on a mini shopping spree with brother, Faiz, Nabila and probably Fiq. I can't wait. Since when was the last time I carried many shopping bags on my arms? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1320675011026151502?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1320675011026151502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1320675011026151502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1320675011026151502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1320675011026151502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-belated-3rd-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-62143764324691779</id><published>2007-12-01T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:22:39.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;busy busy busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My daily routine goes on everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 hours of work everyday. Dinner with the workmates. Waiting for boyfriend to knock off and zoom back home together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My little brother seriously is a rich kid. I'm thinking if we're from the same parents. *laughs* Okay, so he got himself a Silver PSP and then today, he went to Expo and got a Sony W series camera. 7.2 mega pixel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, I think back of my past, I totally regretted spending all my money. It's just me being rebellious during the Secondary School days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FciDusXJI/AAAAAAAAArg/xTjFU5PAmDc/s1600-R/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FciDusXJI/AAAAAAAAArg/xVcOz8U8ml4/s320/camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138990389992905874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the camera my brother bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FciDusXKI/AAAAAAAAAro/qJJ0HwXa6Hs/s1600-R/psp-silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FciDusXKI/AAAAAAAAAro/LemoDexv7Ns/s320/psp-silver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138990389992905890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the silver PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went out with my 2 mates on Thursday after my work. We went drinking over at Balcony before I headed back to Downtown East to wait for boyfriend. Mel ordered Heneiken. I had a tequila XXX and Fiq got himself a S$5 green tea. *laughs* Something bad happened on that day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbtDusXEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/TX6g4LUkBRw/s1600-R/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbtDusXEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/aGK1DsdRgI8/s320/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138989479459839042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbtjusXFI/AAAAAAAAArA/SwDvrfb7n0M/s1600-R/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbtjusXFI/AAAAAAAAArA/41Y0jhdqIFE/s320/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138989488049773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbuDusXGI/AAAAAAAAArI/WdWtMMqU3TE/s1600-R/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbuDusXGI/AAAAAAAAArI/jTDUBiy6o0M/s320/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138989496639708258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbuDusXHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pQd9MIBR7K8/s1600-R/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbuDusXHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/S8cj_6d5PPg/s320/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138989496639708274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbujusXII/AAAAAAAAArY/GpT26ZU2MhY/s1600-R/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbujusXII/AAAAAAAAArY/EenRvPXOHQI/s320/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138989505229642882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbGjusW_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/pq8GCzCP80g/s1600-R/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbGjusW_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/yhIEWR3Tmzk/s320/DSC00108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138988818034875378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbHTusXAI/AAAAAAAAAqY/_OMqCnKhWsk/s1600-R/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbHTusXAI/AAAAAAAAAqY/4PRCYhqjaTQ/s320/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138988830919777282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbHTusXCI/AAAAAAAAAqo/tCcPhdLwwsE/s1600-R/29112007557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbHTusXCI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Ja08EUVGYJE/s320/29112007557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138988830919777314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbHjusXDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/b0dMrCRmb7o/s1600-R/29112007555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FbHjusXDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ySzyFUBUBTU/s320/29112007555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138988835214744626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my asshole boyfriend so much. He's been totally sweet and nice to me ever since the start. I know he hates the way I talk to him, but he didn't complain. I love the way he'll say he love me from afar. I like seeing him spy me at work whenever he drops by my workplace to do set up. 3 more days to our 3rd. Being together for only 2 months plus, we hardly had any argument. Only twice. I love my love life with myassholeboyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-62143764324691779?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/62143764324691779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=62143764324691779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/62143764324691779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/62143764324691779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-busy-busy-my-daily-routine-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R1FciDusXJI/AAAAAAAAArg/xVcOz8U8ml4/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-8347739926404255756</id><published>2007-11-23T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:39:45.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sweet Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He rang me up just to ask if I'm feeling better. But at the same time, he laughed at me for having rashes. *rolling eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ilovemyassholeboyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-8347739926404255756?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/8347739926404255756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=8347739926404255756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8347739926404255756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8347739926404255756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-sweet-boyfriend-he-rang-me-up-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6188139859404488576</id><published>2007-11-23T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:05:55.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm back to blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been busy since last week. Training for the foam party and the start of the school holidays. There isn't as much guest as compared to last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend too, have been too busy to even spend time with me. But I had got other programs on. Githa invited the Wild Wild Wet Lifeguard Team department over to her house for Deepavali dinner and also to celebrate Cindy's 25th birthday. Only a few turned up. Kim, Cunz, Mark, Gilbert, Ben, Rosahdel, Regg, Sabrina, Cindy, Kingston and his wife, Jane, Elisa, Shorty and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMTbOLuVI/AAAAAAAAApk/C3-qmNiFDuU/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMTbOLuVI/AAAAAAAAApk/C3-qmNiFDuU/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136017059159456082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMT7OLuWI/AAAAAAAAAps/8t3KJr9VF1M/s1600-h/a+kiss+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMT7OLuWI/AAAAAAAAAps/8t3KJr9VF1M/s320/a+kiss+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136017067749390690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMUbOLuXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/mOOZiw5ZCcE/s1600-h/surprised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMUbOLuXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/mOOZiw5ZCcE/s320/surprised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136017076339325298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMUrOLuYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/OS6tyevXejc/s1600-h/Look+at+her+expression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMUrOLuYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/OS6tyevXejc/s320/Look+at+her+expression.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136017080634292610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the following day, I had to skip church because my beloved Supervisor put me on schedule at 12pm instead. I requested to end work 2 hours earlier and met up with Ann and Rei. Bused down to Eileen's surprised birthday party at Changi. Lots of the old lifeguard turned up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yvonne, Anan, Naz and his wife, Ju, Selamat, Muhamad, Ann, Melvin, Rei, Yathor, James, Jonathan, Wardi, MJ, Helmie, Yazid, Ridwan, Gilbert, Heikal, Taufiq, Shaboy and around 3 of whom I don't know. And surprisingly, I didn't drink at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLiLOLuTI/AAAAAAAAApU/TEC5AdcY8kQ/s1600-h/Happy+19th+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLiLOLuTI/AAAAAAAAApU/TEC5AdcY8kQ/s320/Happy+19th+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136016213050898738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLirOLuUI/AAAAAAAAApc/vySl2R5ekhs/s1600-h/surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLirOLuUI/AAAAAAAAApc/vySl2R5ekhs/s320/surprise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136016221640833346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJbOLuOI/AAAAAAAAAos/VUeAL6dtRUQ/s1600-h/lifeguard+%26+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJbOLuOI/AAAAAAAAAos/VUeAL6dtRUQ/s320/lifeguard+%26+crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136015787849136354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJrOLuPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oSg6lteSlvM/s1600-h/www+lifeguards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJrOLuPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oSg6lteSlvM/s320/www+lifeguards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136015792144103666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJrOLuQI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zeiyrRep248/s1600-h/no+longer+www+lifeguards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJrOLuQI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zeiyrRep248/s320/no+longer+www+lifeguards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136015792144103682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJ7OLuRI/AAAAAAAAApE/R6fo4pDc85Q/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJ7OLuRI/AAAAAAAAApE/R6fo4pDc85Q/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136015796439070994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJ7OLuSI/AAAAAAAAApM/dgpcOlU9msg/s1600-h/wardi+the+jackass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bLJ7OLuSI/AAAAAAAAApM/dgpcOlU9msg/s320/wardi+the+jackass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136015796439071010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ju called me up randomly a day ago. I miss the old Wild Wild Wet so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I skipped work today because of my darn rashes. I don't know if it's the weather or the food that I ate. So I slept till 4pm today even though my house was so noisy with the life upgrading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to work again tomorrow, and I really miss Boyfriend alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6188139859404488576?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6188139859404488576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6188139859404488576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6188139859404488576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6188139859404488576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-im-back-to-blogging-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/R0bMTbOLuVI/AAAAAAAAApk/C3-qmNiFDuU/s72-c/DSC00065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7347280327680376045</id><published>2007-11-19T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:45:43.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be back soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been out till late night almost everyday and I need some rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7347280327680376045?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7347280327680376045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7347280327680376045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7347280327680376045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7347280327680376045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-be-back-soon-ive-been-out-till-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5461224020703508674</id><published>2007-11-13T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:11:41.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I've been up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A horrible argument on a Friday night almost led to a separation. He was furious I was calm. I was glad Aaron, Mitchelle and Crunz were there to comfort me, especially Aaron. We started texting when he was cool. I explained and there he went saying something memorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The church anniversary celebration was a small thing this year round. Teamed up with Nigel to do the video production. I went home to take a nap, but I never expect myself to be heading out of my house for town at 7.30pm. Met up with Hyde for dinner at Vil'age and trained back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The weather yesteday was so cool that I went back to sleep till 10am. I was late, and Boyfriend had to call and check up on me. I accompanied Boyfriend to work and waited for him to end work at 12am. I was seriously too tired because I've been drinking with Ann. 2 mugs is enough to make me gone case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for now, I think it's better I end here soon, because the sky out there isn't too good. I'm meeting up with the workmates at Bugis. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5461224020703508674?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5461224020703508674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5461224020703508674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5461224020703508674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5461224020703508674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-ive-been-up-to-horrible-argument.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1067235072691100894</id><published>2007-11-08T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:17:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and of course, with my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firstly, I continued watching Jackass #2 yesternight till 4am. And here are some of my favorite parts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHt6kn3h_I/AAAAAAAAAok/NinFTVsLbhs/s1600-h/jackass+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHt6kn3h_I/AAAAAAAAAok/NinFTVsLbhs/s320/jackass+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130143041070794738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHtykn3h6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/MCv6Q9RuTB0/s1600-h/505229%7EJack-Ass-2-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHtykn3h6I/AAAAAAAAAn8/MCv6Q9RuTB0/s320/505229%7EJack-Ass-2-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130142903631841186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone had to fart, and he has to endure that awful smell&lt;br /&gt;That someone ended up shyting&lt;br /&gt;That's totally gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHty0n3h7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/0XrhB7YKcOs/s1600-h/jackass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHty0n3h7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/0XrhB7YKcOs/s320/jackass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130142907926808498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, it was a leech on the testicles&lt;br /&gt;Then it was in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHty0n3h8I/AAAAAAAAAoM/kxkn3EMvh0g/s1600-h/jackass2butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHty0n3h8I/AAAAAAAAAoM/kxkn3EMvh0g/s320/jackass2butt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130142907926808514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were heating up this iron thingy and burn the guy's ass&lt;br /&gt;6 times, different spot&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHtzEn3h9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/h9k1N3gu1Qw/s1600-h/jackass-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHtzEn3h9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/h9k1N3gu1Qw/s320/jackass-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130142912221775826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They've to catch 2 of this giant snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was laughing damn loudly when everyone at home was asleep. I want to watch more of the Jackass show. And, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And today, it was both Boyfriend and my off day. Macdelivery. Out to pay his bikes installment. Headed over to Sim Lim Square and Boyfriend got himself another MP3. Went to look around for my M2 card, and I didn't expect him to buy it on the spot for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoomed down to Novena Square for dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. I don't know what's up with our appetite, but nowadays, we've been eating little. We didn't manage to finish up my foods, but we enjoyed brain freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to his crib straight as he was excited about seeing his 2nd baby's new paint work done by his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking around Pasar Lane earlier, I happen to see some nice DVDs. Boyfriend decided to buy them so we could watch it. We bought 'The Game Plan' and 'Saw IV'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHtzUn3h-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/borOdtvfzA0/s1600-h/the-game-plan-poster-425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHtzUn3h-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/borOdtvfzA0/s320/the-game-plan-poster-425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130142916516743138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stayed over and caught The Game Plan, which I must say is a nice movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Story of rugged superstar quarterback Joe Kingman (DWAYNE THE ROCK JOHNSON), whose Boston-based team is chasing a championship. A serial bachelor, Kingman is living the ultimate fantasy: hes rich, famous and the life of the party. But this dream is suddenly sacked for a loss when he discovers the 7-year-old daughter (newcomer MADISON PETTIS) he never knew he had the product of a last fling before parting years ago with his young wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw IV coming up. And I want to watch American Gangster too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a public holiday tomorrow. Happy Deepavali to all Indian peoples, including my, *ahem* Boyfriend. Though it's a holiday, but I'm still working. My nicest boyfriend thought of sending me over to work in the morning, but he never expect it'll be 9am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend here. Boyfriend there. Non stop talking about Boyfriend, but still, he's the sweetest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1067235072691100894?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1067235072691100894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1067235072691100894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1067235072691100894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1067235072691100894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/movie-marathon-and-of-course-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzHt6kn3h_I/AAAAAAAAAok/NinFTVsLbhs/s72-c/jackass+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7293073249172577957</id><published>2007-11-07T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:41:59.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jackass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The show is freaking damn funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lubricant, condom and a toy car. Insert it into your asshole. Feel the pain. Endurance. Ends up visiting the doc for some x-tray. I swear the nurse and the doc expression were like priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm moving on to Jackass 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzCme0n3h5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/u5EwF8pH8Ao/s1600-h/Jackass_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzCme0n3h5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/u5EwF8pH8Ao/s320/Jackass_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129783024027142034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do have friends who are jackasses too. When they jackass, I seriously felt like vomiting. My friends are nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7293073249172577957?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7293073249172577957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7293073249172577957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7293073249172577957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7293073249172577957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/jackass-show-is-freaking-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RzCme0n3h5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/u5EwF8pH8Ao/s72-c/Jackass_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-3010485344813981690</id><published>2007-11-06T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:51:27.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think her songs are damn cool. Especially her G Slide (the video below) and Avril Lavigne &amp;amp; Lil Mama - Girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.lilmamaonline.com/"&gt;Click here for more of her biodata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-style: italic;" height="355" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UrE-RTO2CU4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UrE-RTO2CU4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-3010485344813981690?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/3010485344813981690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=3010485344813981690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3010485344813981690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3010485344813981690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/lil-mama-i-think-her-songs-are-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-4540698696375390757</id><published>2007-11-06T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T03:07:56.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys' cow STOLEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ry9n5kn3h4I/AAAAAAAAAns/t7fSuPOFMKI/s1600-h/227802728_baf59611a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ry9n5kn3h4I/AAAAAAAAAns/t7fSuPOFMKI/s320/227802728_baf59611a8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129432739379382146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear it was the most hilarious news of the day. Well, you know, the Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys' cow? It was somehow stolen for I don't know what reason. The security at Downtown East told Boyfriend about it, as he went to return the keys. And as we were riding back, I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why the hell would they ever want to steal the cow?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How the bloody hell did they manage to move the cow?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where are they going to put the cow?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What are they going to do with the cow?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me retarded, but I was laughing secretly behind Boyfriend as he was riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have dinner with Boyfriend, but ended up eating with the mates. He was angry with me. Waited for him at the lounge. Came home and got nagged by my Dad again for returning home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when Boyfriend really shows his love towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-4540698696375390757?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/4540698696375390757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=4540698696375390757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4540698696375390757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4540698696375390757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/ben-jerrys-cow-stolen-i-swear-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ry9n5kn3h4I/AAAAAAAAAns/t7fSuPOFMKI/s72-c/227802728_baf59611a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-4361923790899456670</id><published>2007-11-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:36:26.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a boring day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My boyfriend clicked me in MSN and decided to create trouble for me. I swear he deserves his tooth to be broken. *laughs at boyfriend* He clicked me and asked me why didn't I want to reply his text message earlier in the morning. And said I was full of excuses. I had just started munching on my very first spoonful of rice and he already spoil my mood. Then he said he was sorry for play such a stupid joke on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how lame my assholeboyfriend is. Some people have clicked me on MSN regarding my nickname. They've all thought I had a fight with boyfriend, but the fact is, that's how we call each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assholeboyfriend &lt;/span&gt;and I'm his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;begokgirlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Downtown East in an hour time to meet up with the workmates and also my beloved boyfriend. I'm waiting for him to knock off at 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't wait for Wednesday and Thursday to come because Boyfriend is finally having his off. I hope his friends will be free, so we can play at Wild Wild Wet after my work on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-4361923790899456670?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/4361923790899456670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=4361923790899456670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4361923790899456670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4361923790899456670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-boring-day-my-boyfriend-clicked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1420923726999156211</id><published>2007-11-04T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:53:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 2 months, Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyyhDEn3h3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/47mrQiHHsWE/s1600-h/1002167130_03878b47f4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyyhDEn3h3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/47mrQiHHsWE/s320/1002167130_03878b47f4_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128651149820790642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thanks for loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thanks for caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend have been busy for the past 2 weeks, and the many more weeks to come. I have to admit I hate his working hours because it's freaking irregular. But as his girlfriend, I've got to be understanding enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given me 5 minutes of just seeing him, I could get high for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that the draggy days have passed. Especially the time at work. And I just realized that I've been working everyday, AGAIN. I've heard so many stories (so much of the work politics). It just saddens to see people at work drifting apart, and not being like how we used to be. Soon, all the seniors will be leaving. I'm still going to keep my cool. Afterall, I've tolerated so much over the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. I can't wait for Boyfriends' off day. I can't wait to go out shopping with him. And because Boyfriend is a homely type, I'm more anticipating for Wednesday to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1420923726999156211?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1420923726999156211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1420923726999156211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1420923726999156211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1420923726999156211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-2-months-boyfriend-thanks-for_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyyhDEn3h3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/47mrQiHHsWE/s72-c/1002167130_03878b47f4_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-2433221701647834168</id><published>2007-10-31T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:03:46.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A day without my assholeboyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My boyfriend was so happy because I'm finally staying home. Slept the whole day. For some 'I-don't-know' reason, I just don't like staying at home. Boyfriend prefers me to be a homely person. I'll be, but with him around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Met up with my lepak mates at the usual place. Sufi and Taufiq. After so many months of not chilling together, they both became even more lamer. It's always so nice to lepak with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RydezEn3hvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ek6Swx3Q3D8/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RydezEn3hvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ek6Swx3Q3D8/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127170932291897074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ryde0Un3hwI/AAAAAAAAAmo/REM_QP9putQ/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ryde0Un3hwI/AAAAAAAAAmo/REM_QP9putQ/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127170953766733570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cat was supposed to be sipping on my Whatever drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ryde00n3hxI/AAAAAAAAAmw/jfocVOFg6kI/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ryde00n3hxI/AAAAAAAAAmw/jfocVOFg6kI/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127170962356668178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my lepak mate, Sufi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ryde1Un3hyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/E5DvupnBFPo/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ryde1Un3hyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/E5DvupnBFPo/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127170970946602786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ended up rolling this stupid budget cigarette for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we camwhore a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RydgoEn3hzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/s-0tsZFWAkU/s1600-h/step+fierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RydgoEn3hzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/s-0tsZFWAkU/s320/step+fierce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127172942336591666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trying to step fierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RydgpEn3h0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/9tAeVDVyo44/s1600-h/sexy+asses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RydgpEn3h0I/AAAAAAAAAnI/9tAeVDVyo44/s320/sexy+asses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127172959516460866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check out their sexy asses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 2 guys were really farked up jackasses. First, they scare me with a cat. Then, a dead cockroach. And as we were walking back, Sufi carried a cat and I thought he was going to sayang it, but never did I know he'll throw the cat high up in the air, and luckily for the cat, it landed safely. I was like 'what the hell' and I screamed. Fiq says it's alright to do so, because a cat has got 9 lives, and for that pityful cat, it's down to 8 lives left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I missed the Halloween thingy at Escape. And also the open house which James invited to all. No more missing of Wild Wild Wet activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7187691-2433221701647834168?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/2433221701647834168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=2433221701647834168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2433221701647834168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2433221701647834168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-without-my-assholeboyfriend-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RydezEn3hvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ek6Swx3Q3D8/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1724861416968773217</id><published>2007-10-29T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:40:19.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;New Skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;2 hours of editing without my Dreamweaver. Html error occurs in 'human links'. It'll soon be up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Was supposed to meet up with boyfriend for lunch, but he's always late. Not only once, but countless times. Even with that 1 hour time spend during lunch, I still do enjoy being with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My boyfriend's the sweetest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Came home and nap for a little little while. Had dinner over at Chong Pang, whereby Daddy gave the other SEE family a treat. Here's what we had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3n0n3hpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jUx2dPggS_8/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126424170623108754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3n0n3hpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jUx2dPggS_8/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; 2 medium stingrays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3oEn3hqI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LcaoPw98ZX4/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126424174918076066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3oEn3hqI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LcaoPw98ZX4/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; 1 medium sambal sotong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3oUn3hrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/sX44Zj72vkY/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126424179213043378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3oUn3hrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/sX44Zj72vkY/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;1 plate of baby kai lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3okn3hsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/G6JWmjaBsqE/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126424183508010690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3okn3hsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/G6JWmjaBsqE/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;1 plate of ceral prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3o0n3htI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/W1541oOrrxc/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126424187802978002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3o0n3htI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/W1541oOrrxc/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;1 pot of fish head curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126424509925525218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS37kn3huI/AAAAAAAAAmY/gm54PZE0JTE/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and, the overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We still had sweet and sour fish fillet and salad you tiao. All in all, it was 8 dishes and the total cost was almost a 100 bucks. I love having such dinner with my families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the thought of the 2 SEE brothers buying over a house and staying together sounds pretty cool. Especailly when you know that it's a 5 storey semi deteched or apartment. The starting price was 6 hundred thousand, but the apartment has increased to prolly about 1 million to 1.5 million. 5 storey high (a basement, 1st storey living room + kitchen, 2nd and 3rd storey rooms and the rooftop), seems to fit us just nice. But it was such a waste. So now, I can only continue admiring that house as I pass by through the road back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it's work again tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1724861416968773217?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1724861416968773217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1724861416968773217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1724861416968773217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1724861416968773217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-skin-2-hours-of-editing-without-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RyS3n0n3hpI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jUx2dPggS_8/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-9190281794538166865</id><published>2007-10-28T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T11:11:35.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pissed off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;early in the morning, I was pissed off with someone. I was understanding enough, but my patience level isn't that good. And I cry whenever I lose my patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to chill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-9190281794538166865?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/9190281794538166865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=9190281794538166865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/9190281794538166865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/9190281794538166865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/pissed-off-early-in-morning-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-2102947434869473505</id><published>2007-10-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:03:46.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Too busy for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The peak period is approaching. I guess when the holiday reaches, I'll be working more overtime instead, because Boyfriend will be too busy with work. Since the last week, he hasn't taken a day off from work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every spare time we have, we'll treasure it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy to be able to see Boyfriend almost everyday at work. I'm a Downtown East girl. Seriously, Downtown East has brought me back lots of memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I met up with Boyfriend during my lunch break, even if it was for a short while with his mates. Then I ended work early at 5pm. I ate alone while Boyfriend walked in and out of Platinum Lounge, afraid I would be too lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I should be in bed by now, but I'm always waiting for Boyfriend to reach home before I could sleep. Heading over to his crib early in the morning and zoom zoom to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a boring entry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-2102947434869473505?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/2102947434869473505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=2102947434869473505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2102947434869473505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2102947434869473505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/too-busy-for-me-peak-period-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-964693974683596401</id><published>2007-10-24T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:16:08.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;drink. drank. drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my head is still spinning a little. I sneaked in to NCSC or whatever you call that dinner &amp;amp; dance,  earlier on. My group of workmates are the craziest and the noisiest among all. Kumar was damn hilarious with his jokes. We got pushed around. Toppled onto each and every one. I love my workmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It ended at 11ish. Everyone's supposed to be back to work early tomorrow morning, except for those lucky people who took an off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Headed to a pub at Lucky Plaza and they ordered 2 jug. I only had 2 glasses of it and my head started spinning. I know I'm a lousy drinker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, my Dad came to fetch me. At times, I think having my Dad to fetch me home at the late hours is good, but at times I don't really like him doing so. He tend to assume things, and we'll always end up arguing. Sometimes, I do think he's being racist whenever he talks to me about Malay guys. As I've said, to me, all guys are the same, be it a Indian, Malay or Chinese. It's just how they bring themselves out, and their behavior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And because of this, I sometimes think, 'when will my dad give me total freedom that I can enjoy myself till the wee hours and return home as and when I like?'. I know my house is not a hotel. And I'm not those who would take advantages of the privileges given to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe that's all I have to say right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-964693974683596401?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/964693974683596401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=964693974683596401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/964693974683596401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/964693974683596401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/drink.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6720713529696185024</id><published>2007-10-23T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:02:26.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday, Ho Jie Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meeting up with the rest later in the night before I go meet up with my workmates. I need to drink. Drink Drank Drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6720713529696185024?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6720713529696185024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6720713529696185024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6720713529696185024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6720713529696185024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-19th-birthday-ho-jie-wei-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1448264506108896745</id><published>2007-10-22T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:23:03.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Decor 3 is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with their usual time slot. Admiring their theme concept. Imagining your house to be like theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The past few days have been busy. It's all just about work work and more work that boyfriend doesn't even have time to meet up with me. The only time that we met up was during work, where he'll come in Wild Wild Wet to do set up. That's where I admire him at work from afar. Well, at least he took some time, even if it's just for 5 minutes, to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As boyfriend was farking busy with work, I didn't want to text him with stupid nonsense like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'hey love, what are you doing?' or 'have you eaten?'. But being understanding enough, I only chose to text him after work, which is like 1am. But my boyfriend thinks I don't love him because I didn't text him that I'm out for dinner with my folks. I know my boyfriend is just joking around and that makes him even more loveable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The SEE family decided to dine out together at 925 yesternight. Halfway through dinner, my Aunt called and asked both our families if we would like to join them for a short holiday trip to our neighboring country, Malaysia. They've still to make up their mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so after dinner, we went over to the nearest M1 outlet and got myself a new phone. I was actually pleased with the phone. It's 3G. Bluetooth. Music Player. Radio. But it lacks of 1 important thing. THE MEMORY SPACE. I was only given 14Mb free in-built memory space. How pathetic could it be. So I was whining to boyfriend about it and he laughs at my pathetic phone. But, he said he'll get me a memory card when he gets his pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RxywYJk3u1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/OY7CMH_JKh4/s1600-h/GPD_46211high_27_0_4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RxywYJk3u1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/OY7CMH_JKh4/s320/GPD_46211high_27_0_4001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124164404974697298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow is my companys' Dinner &amp;amp; Dance. How cool could it be if I could join the rest. Hang loose and get drunk. But oh well, I'm just a part timer, earning a pathetic S$5.50 per hour. I shall catch up with them prolly after 10pm and we're prolly going to have a hangover. Boyfriend might be giving it a miss due to the lack of manpower. I was hoping Boyfriend could accompany me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*edited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1448264506108896745?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1448264506108896745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1448264506108896745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1448264506108896745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1448264506108896745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-decor-3-is-back-with-their-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RxywYJk3u1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/OY7CMH_JKh4/s72-c/GPD_46211high_27_0_4001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1474299255934470681</id><published>2007-10-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:28:29.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling emotional again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I am. Due to some problems which I'm facing again. I won't let the matter rest if it ever happens again. I want to shut myself up. From everybody, including my families, friends and love. I just needed the time to be alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still, I'm glad I have Uncle Dao, Eileen and bestie Zee to talk to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now, I hope I won't be feeling too emotional anymore, because it's back to work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you believe Michelle is doing overtime tomorrow? 11 hours of work. I wonder if I'm able to survive because I'm still having the damn menses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love just passed his Class 2A, which means, he's going to get his Super 4 soon. He's anticipating for the day to come. Congrats love, and I shall sit on your 3rd baby real soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1474299255934470681?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1474299255934470681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1474299255934470681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1474299255934470681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1474299255934470681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/feeling-emotional-again-yes-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-8719539078722147674</id><published>2007-10-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:01:03.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanking Aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found this picture below from my little brothers' blog. It's so funny on how Japanese can come up with such toys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RxOLm5k3u0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/PPED5ahwk4Y/s1600-h/1578499984_9ee803c4ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RxOLm5k3u0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/PPED5ahwk4Y/s320/1578499984_9ee803c4ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121590701657144130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now, my Daddy's nagging at my little brother from skipping classes. I didn't realize my brother has gotten 2 letters from school, informing my Dad that he hasn't been attending lessons. Like sister, like brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Dad is really very furious now, that they are arguing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still remember my ITE days. The time when I skip school and hang out.  The coffeebean hangout. The chicken rice without chicken for lunch. My little brothers' skipping school habit, cannot be compared with mine. I pity my brother for having such horrible teachers. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And work today was busy busy busy with lots and lots of kiddos. School's out for the students taking N levels. Tomorrow marks the start of the PSLE marking day, which means, primary school are having holidays for this whole week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bumped into my cousin at Drive 6 earlier and coincidentally, my cousins' friend is my ex-workmate friend, whom we hang out once before. The world is seriously small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-8719539078722147674?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/8719539078722147674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=8719539078722147674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8719539078722147674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8719539078722147674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/wanking-aid-i-found-this-picture-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RxOLm5k3u0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/PPED5ahwk4Y/s72-c/1578499984_9ee803c4ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7932441388519465103</id><published>2007-10-12T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:02:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He loves me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, he still do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My friends says I went missing in action. I realized I haven't been meeting up with bestie and girlfriends for a few months. A month plus of not hanging out with classmates during the weekends. After raya, I'll be back to the usual hangouts, hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much happened over the week. Work and conflicts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love has been so nice to wait for me to knock off and go home together. No doubt I love him lots. And from this day onwards, I don't want to include the him in our fights anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been hanging out with love and his friends almost every night at the usual place. And all of a sudden, I have a 'brother'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaron's leaving Wild Wild Wet soon. Everyone whom I'm close with are leaving. Wild Wild Wet really isn't like the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zee, I'm still kicking asses around. I know you miss me that's why you wrote me a comment right? And for you, I update my DEAD blog. I'll see you around and we'll go chill. I miss playing the music game on your PSP. Have you bought a new one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lastly, I know what I'm going to write now, my boyfriend won't be seeing it. But nevertherless, I still love him. You're mine mine mine. You're Michos' one and only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selemat Hari Raya to all my malay friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7932441388519465103?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7932441388519465103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7932441388519465103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7932441388519465103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7932441388519465103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-loves-me-no-more-no-he-still-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-8404101685168288026</id><published>2007-10-02T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:52:51.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy with work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever since Thursday, I've been working non stop. Deck chairs not placed back. Ular lah rafts needs to be coated. Lifejackets cleaned and placed back in order. Overtime on the last day of renovation because there still are lots of things to clear. And instead of starting work at 9am on a Saturday morning, we were asked to be at work an hour earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love came over to fetch me from work. Went to Courts to show him my all time favorite round sofa, built-in teevee fridge and the HUGE 100 thousand dollars teevee. Went down to Simpang Bedok to meet up with his friends before going down to Eunos. Cabbed back home instead because I didn't want to trouble Love due to some problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night feeling anxious,worried and confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love came over early on a Sunday morning and we had lunch before I went to work. Due to the lack of sleep, he went home to catch up on his beauty sleep before he came to fetch me at night. Went to A&amp;amp;A for dinner and chilled with his buddies. And yes, Hariz got the job at my workplace. It's kinda weird having my own friend to work with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Off from work on Monday. I got Love to come fetch me at 8.30am but instead I went down at 9am. Yes Love, I know you love me and I love you too. Went to collect his second baby (his 125z bike) and it took us a freaking 6 hours. Went to the pasar malam at Chong Pang and went back to his crib. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, I'm in love with this Indo drama, Hikmah. Freaking nice. Love's sister was watching it on teevee and it somehow got me interested, so I stayed till 11pm before he send me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RwIrtpk3uzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/G1wGENHaUo4/s1600-h/hikmah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RwIrtpk3uzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/G1wGENHaUo4/s320/hikmah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116700189900913458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, is another off day. Was supposed to be at Loves' crib at 9am, but I only woke up at 10am. He thought I was still at home sleeping and might not be going over. *laughs* Why would I not want to meet him when we do have the time to? Brought him breakfast and he send me home before heading to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know my entry is all about work, love and me. I've been spending my everyday with him. FINE! I shall not be so INTO him the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanning with my little brother at Sentosa tomorrow morning. Darn. I dread the long ride down. And I've got an interview in the evening. F**K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-8404101685168288026?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/8404101685168288026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=8404101685168288026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8404101685168288026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8404101685168288026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-with-work-ever-since-thursday-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RwIrtpk3uzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/G1wGENHaUo4/s72-c/hikmah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-8139876739861658279</id><published>2007-09-27T05:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T05:54:33.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got up in the middle of the night for I-don't-know-what-reason. On-ed my lappy and am now watching my 'Tokyo Juliet' and chatting with Rei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be leaving for work in an hour time. With just an hour or two of sleep, I'll be feeling restless at the end of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But at least I know love.one will always make me smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I still have that fear in me. What will actually happen later at work. How will he react after seeing me. Will he treat me like how he used to treat Reg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-8139876739861658279?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/8139876739861658279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=8139876739861658279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8139876739861658279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8139876739861658279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-sleep-i-got-up-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6908718929839751121</id><published>2007-09-26T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:13:34.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much I miss work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and Yes! 3 more days to park reopen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm called back to work tomorrow and Friday. Though it's just doing laborer job, I'm still happy because I still get paid to work and see my workmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvoh6Zk3uwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HwDEcuT3BBY/s1600-h/Wildwildwet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvoh6Zk3uwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HwDEcuT3BBY/s320/Wildwildwet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114437614014282498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvoh7Jk3uxI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tItjUgK5QDg/s1600-h/ppg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvoh7Jk3uxI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tItjUgK5QDg/s320/ppg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114437626899184402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Steamboat over at Eve's place. How nice is it to eating good food, plus my Thai aunty cooks nice tom yum. It's over to meet love after dinner. I hope to fetch him over from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6908718929839751121?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6908718929839751121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6908718929839751121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6908718929839751121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6908718929839751121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-much-i-miss-work-and-yes-3-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvoh6Zk3uwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HwDEcuT3BBY/s72-c/Wildwildwet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6939077645590050091</id><published>2007-09-26T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T00:24:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Taiwan Dramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm currently so much into 'Romantic Princess'. Waiting for Episode 3 to be up and at the mean time, looking around for more shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvk1Tpk3uuI/AAAAAAAAAks/BBVudv2Qq5Q/s1600-h/300px-Romanticprincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvk1Tpk3uuI/AAAAAAAAAks/BBVudv2Qq5Q/s320/300px-Romanticprincess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114177463550196450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvk1Tpk3uvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/m5mcGU9psF4/s1600-h/drama_connection-img485x556-whywhylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvk1Tpk3uvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/m5mcGU9psF4/s320/drama_connection-img485x556-whywhylove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114177463550196466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stayed home the whole of today, watching 'Why Why Love' and yes, I've finished watching them. It always end with a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is asleep so early and I'm so bored la. What the hell. And I don't have any plans for this week. If the weather's good, my little brother and I will just head down to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6939077645590050091?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6939077645590050091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6939077645590050091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6939077645590050091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6939077645590050091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-taiwan-dramas-im-currently-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Rvk1Tpk3uuI/AAAAAAAAAks/BBVudv2Qq5Q/s72-c/300px-Romanticprincess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1914231007023547790</id><published>2007-09-25T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:32:05.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambal stingray. sambal prawn. baby kai lan with oyster sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I brought love one for dinner at Chong Pang and finally had my craving for all those foods. It was then over to his crib before he sends me home later in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun didn't came out in the morning, so there goes my suntanning plan with my little brother yesterday. We overslept anyway. So we decided to play pool and got Daddy to send us over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work is starting soon and I'm getting new.friend to come over to interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I know for now, is "I'm having a boring day ahead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1914231007023547790?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1914231007023547790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1914231007023547790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1914231007023547790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1914231007023547790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-sambal-stingray.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-9171276720421737996</id><published>2007-09-23T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:38:09.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love the songs like 'Home' 'Over You' and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been rather restless. My eyes just can't seem to stop shutting. Even when I'm doing camera production. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was raining this morning and we had no umbrella with us. With my slippery flip flop, I fall onto the steps in a cool way. Damn. My little brother made fun of the way I fell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meeting with the Video Production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy gave me and my little brother 100 bucks for shopping. So I'm feeling a little rich with the left over balance in my bank. Came home and took my nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought of heading down to Geylang or bring love.one out for dinner, but he has to work till 12 midnight. Anyway, there's always tomorrow. And I do miss you, Boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanning with my little brother in the morning tomorrow at Sentosa. Followed by a few hours of pool before I head down to Downtown East to meet up with love.one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just got up from bed 3 hours ago, and I'm feeling tired again. I want to sleep NOW NOW NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the last week of renovation at Wild Wild Wet and it's going to re-open this coming Saturday. I do hope I'm working. Plus, I've been keeping a lookout for more job offers which is more to the media line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I get a proper job soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-9171276720421737996?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/9171276720421737996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=9171276720421737996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/9171276720421737996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/9171276720421737996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/daughtry-love-songs-like-home-over-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-3943620221732469793</id><published>2007-09-23T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:03:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boyfriend bought his second baby, a Yamaha 125Z sport bike. I'll miss listening to Akon music with his X1 bike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNJk3uoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/pmcufLqx9RI/s1600-h/arrcd3_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNJk3uoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/pmcufLqx9RI/s320/arrcd3_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071243183504002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his new baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been browsing through the net for some new piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNJk3upI/AAAAAAAAAj8/798IeuBinJw/s1600-h/labret+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNJk3upI/AAAAAAAAAj8/798IeuBinJw/s320/labret+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071243183504018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;labret piercing #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNZk3uqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/KVl70BiyDN4/s1600-h/labret+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNZk3uqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/KVl70BiyDN4/s320/labret+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071247478471330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;labret piercing #2&lt;br /&gt;I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG7Zk3ujI/AAAAAAAAAjM/yKeRDFJgN-w/s1600-h/labret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG7Zk3ujI/AAAAAAAAAjM/yKeRDFJgN-w/s320/labret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070938240825906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;labret piercing #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNpk3urI/AAAAAAAAAkM/ddx4cxKpxeI/s1600-h/lowbret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNpk3urI/AAAAAAAAAkM/ddx4cxKpxeI/s320/lowbret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071251773438642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lowbret #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG7pk3ukI/AAAAAAAAAjU/13xSNXDZGfM/s1600-h/tragus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG7pk3ukI/AAAAAAAAAjU/13xSNXDZGfM/s320/tragus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070942535793218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tragus&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG7pk3ulI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1c4IK-wQgCA/s1600-h/conch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG7pk3ulI/AAAAAAAAAjc/1c4IK-wQgCA/s320/conch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070942535793234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;conch piercing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG75k3umI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OT6iPJ56yBs/s1600-h/daith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG75k3umI/AAAAAAAAAjk/OT6iPJ56yBs/s320/daith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070946830760546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daith piercing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG75k3unI/AAAAAAAAAjs/H_gQLzk5EEo/s1600-h/snug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVG75k3unI/AAAAAAAAAjs/H_gQLzk5EEo/s320/snug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113070946830760562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;snug piercing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I like. I'm just afraid of the Snug piercing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need a new phone. The phone I'm holding onto it now is already spoilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy because I get to spend my weekends with love.one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy because Daddy is bring me and my little brother on a small shopping spree tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy because love.one is ending work early tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm happy because work is starting next week and I know that love.one is going to pick me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-3943620221732469793?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/3943620221732469793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=3943620221732469793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3943620221732469793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3943620221732469793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-love-boyfriend-bought-his-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvVHNJk3uoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/pmcufLqx9RI/s72-c/arrcd3_0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-955653851242668495</id><published>2007-09-19T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:58:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My little brother is an ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He f**king played a stupid trick on me and wasted my damn messages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MELVIN, you s**ks man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-955653851242668495?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/955653851242668495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=955653851242668495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/955653851242668495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/955653851242668495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-little-brother-is-asshole-he-fking.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-2610648159683929187</id><published>2007-09-19T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:22:55.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvCv9UpVVQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FWqOHoGuOh0/s1600-h/AmericanPiedvdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvCv9UpVVQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FWqOHoGuOh0/s320/AmericanPiedvdcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111779045114467586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever I'm over at Love's, I'll always watch at least I DVD. And today, I caught 'The American Pie - The Naked Mile'. Hilarious show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I'm blogging because love.one is sleeping away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday, the weather played on us, so we've decided to forgo the suntanning trip. We ended up at Ikea and I swear it's the nicest place to fool around. Imagine those furnitures in your own crib. How cool can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Eileen went 'Hey Mich, if you have a pool table at home, we can always go over to your crib and hangout instead. And revamp a room into a movie threatre'. How cool can. Then I'll call all my friends to hangout at my crib every weekends. And I'll put a nice fridge with a built-in teevee in my kitchen. I'll buy the round pink sofa and put it in my room, plus the egg chair which I love. A nice sound system goes along with my HUGE HUGE I-don't-know-how-many-feet plasma teevee. Damn it. You guys should just go check out those cool furnitures at Ikea and Courts. I know I'm just dreaming, but at least let me be happy for a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said I'll bring love.one down someday, and I know he thinks I'm MAD. hohoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went down to look for love.one and we had dinner together. Waited for him to finish his work at 12am. And his mates showed me some bar trick which I continually lost. It was interesting anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-2610648159683929187?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/2610648159683929187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=2610648159683929187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2610648159683929187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2610648159683929187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/whenever-im-over-at-loves-ill-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RvCv9UpVVQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FWqOHoGuOh0/s72-c/AmericanPiedvdcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-195008834461933654</id><published>2007-09-18T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:18:43.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need the sun badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ru9QuCWszXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/pVssBmTk5Co/s1600-h/221972262_90a4273b59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ru9QuCWszXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/pVssBmTk5Co/s320/221972262_90a4273b59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111392853925088626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meeting up with Eileen for a swim, plus a tan over at Bedok Swimming Complex. Rei won't be coming and I have no idea where are we going to after our swim+tan. Might be heading down to Platinum Lounge to look for love.one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm going to print lots and lots of jokes to entertain Sufi. I swear he's the lamest joker I've ever met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait for weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-195008834461933654?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/195008834461933654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=195008834461933654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/195008834461933654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/195008834461933654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/sun-i-need-sun-badly-meeting-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ru9QuCWszXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/pVssBmTk5Co/s72-c/221972262_90a4273b59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-4046710537525360508</id><published>2007-09-17T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:01:33.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We love our DP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ru5c6yWszWI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ssbFTkYB8vk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ru5c6yWszWI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ssbFTkYB8vk/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111124792131243362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the DP that me and my little brother love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been staying home since yesterday noon. Came home from church and played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. It's so addictive that I got hooked on to it for hours before I took a nap. Much more fun as compared to Friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No dates today and it sucks. I've been sleeping sleeping sleeping. And my back aches now. I miss working, but the thought of going back to work somehow makes me worry a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to lepak soon, because I feel like I'm rotting soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suntanning session tomorrow. I hope it's confirm. I need to get myself burn a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-4046710537525360508?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/4046710537525360508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=4046710537525360508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4046710537525360508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4046710537525360508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-love-our-dp-dp-that-me-and-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ru5c6yWszWI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ssbFTkYB8vk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-8832365805721823188</id><published>2007-09-15T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:15:35.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack's Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We brought Daddy over to Jack's Place for dinner. He wanted to stay home to watch his Channel U show, but after much persuasion, he decided to forgo the show and come out for dinner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, this is what we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv8SSWszTI/AAAAAAAAAic/3K5Z1qnotbs/s1600-h/foodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv8SSWszTI/AAAAAAAAAic/3K5Z1qnotbs/s320/foodies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110455593276853554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv8SyWszUI/AAAAAAAAAik/YJc-poZnyds/s1600-h/me+%26+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv8SyWszUI/AAAAAAAAAik/YJc-poZnyds/s320/me+%26+daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110455601866788162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv8TSWszVI/AAAAAAAAAis/8NeGJO-i7Gk/s1600-h/mother+%26+son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv8TSWszVI/AAAAAAAAAis/8NeGJO-i7Gk/s320/mother+%26+son.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110455610456722770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7pCWszOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9usSvmx0OpQ/s1600-h/DSC00025+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7pCWszOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9usSvmx0OpQ/s320/DSC00025+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110454884607249634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7piWszPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/jvKL8ybjERU/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7piWszPI/AAAAAAAAAh8/jvKL8ybjERU/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110454893197184242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7qCWszQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ikb33qKR_8g/s1600-h/melvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7qCWszQI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ikb33qKR_8g/s320/melvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110454901787118850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7qSWszRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/UWV4OJFLG7c/s1600-h/my+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7qSWszRI/AAAAAAAAAiM/UWV4OJFLG7c/s320/my+daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110454906082086162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7qiWszSI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ohtrXa0CLYI/s1600-h/my+filippino+mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv7qiWszSI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ohtrXa0CLYI/s320/my+filippino+mum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110454910377053474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before that, I met up with Eileen and Rui Kun for bowling. I suck at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, I got no mood to blog anymore. I'm feeling so f**ked up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-8832365805721823188?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/8832365805721823188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=8832365805721823188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8832365805721823188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/8832365805721823188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/jacks-place-we-brought-daddy-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/Ruv8SSWszTI/AAAAAAAAAic/3K5Z1qnotbs/s72-c/foodies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7869112044841730736</id><published>2007-09-14T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:30:38.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've to wake love.one up in 25 more minutes, then I could finally get in to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Met up with love after his work and we only spend 1 hour together. Supper and Chilled around. I've been staying home for the past 3 days. And I seriously need to go out la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schoolmates will be heading to Zouk for a birthday party, but I guess I've to give it a miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday plans not confirm, but I really want to go to Escape Theme Park to play. It's either that, or training at church. Probably bowling with Eileen at noon time and dinner with my family because it's my beloved Daddys' birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you clone.one for accepting my choice. Thanks for being such a nice brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams* What's for plan later? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7869112044841730736?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7869112044841730736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7869112044841730736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7869112044841730736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7869112044841730736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/4.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-3863507049213745380</id><published>2007-09-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:29:16.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My little brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dyed his hair gold/blonde and he looks so ah beng. I bet my Dad is going to yell at home when he sees his hair. I swear it looks so fugly that I wouldn't want to walk next to my brother anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a tremor yesternight and I thought maybe it was just my illusions. But damn, as I was boiling the water for my noodles, I could see the swaying of the water in the pot. Damn horrible. My little brother probably got a shock because it was his first time encountering a tremor. This is the second time it happened this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope I'll be meeting love.one later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone found out of my status and I was surprisingly shocked. I guess I've just lost 1 friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-3863507049213745380?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/3863507049213745380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=3863507049213745380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3863507049213745380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/3863507049213745380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-little-brother-dyed-his-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-4904841226993944445</id><published>2007-09-13T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:46:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;micho's feeling a tiny winy bit EMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-4904841226993944445?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/4904841226993944445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=4904841226993944445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4904841226993944445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/4904841226993944445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/michos-feeling-tiny-winy-bit-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1460663381571236606</id><published>2007-09-12T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:35:15.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after months of waiting. Met up with Eileen and Rei for our sushi buffet at Sakuae. And we didn't realize that instead of the student buffet, they've changed it to the youth buffet. So long as you're 16 - 21 years of age. We were laughing at Rei because he had to pay for an adult price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had quite alot. Tried different types instead of eating the same egg roll and tuna. I'm craving for sushi again. How humans? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaByWszJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/iRM0WCH0chk/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaByWszJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/iRM0WCH0chk/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109292026506824850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaCCWszKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/sgVOCul7OiA/s1600-h/10092007%28018%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaCCWszKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/sgVOCul7OiA/s320/10092007%28018%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109292030801792162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaCSWszLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zvgtCmJMUAc/s1600-h/Image121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaCSWszLI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zvgtCmJMUAc/s320/Image121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109292035096759474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaCiWszMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7UjBYADqXjA/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaCiWszMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7UjBYADqXjA/s320/Image126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109292039391726786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaCyWszNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/A8kT8WRci14/s1600-h/10092007%28027%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaCyWszNI/AAAAAAAAAhs/A8kT8WRci14/s320/10092007%28027%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109292043686694098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZGiWszEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5p6KFH5rC-c/s1600-h/10092007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZGiWszEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5p6KFH5rC-c/s320/10092007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109291008599575618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZGyWszFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/61L_ET8xaOw/s1600-h/Image121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZGyWszFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/61L_ET8xaOw/s320/Image121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109291012894542930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZGyWszGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/M5yjI87vcRY/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZGyWszGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/M5yjI87vcRY/s320/Image099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109291012894542946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZHCWszHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/GNcNovdg2xA/s1600-h/Image110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZHCWszHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/GNcNovdg2xA/s320/Image110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109291017189510258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZHCWszII/AAAAAAAAAhE/bWy2_M4TZc4/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufZHCWszII/AAAAAAAAAhE/bWy2_M4TZc4/s320/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109291017189510274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went shopping and only bought 2 tops. Wanted to get a yellow top from Topshop, but they don't have my size. Wanted to get love to bring me down yesterday, but he doesn't like hanging around at Marina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay fine. Eileen and Rei keep asking me to try on this dress and that dress. Will I look better in dress instead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had fondue at Coffee Club and chill over at Cine. Went to take a look at Fabulous Tan located just next to the cineplex. The guy looks hot, but the 2 guys doesn't think so. And Eileen has been wanting me to try out the Fabulous Tan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday was loves' off day. Brought him his big breakfast and we watched Ratatouille. Went out to Northpoint for lunch and caught 'Apartment 1303' which wasn't really nice. Love fell asleep and it's so boring that I felt like walking off. Went to AMK hub for dinner and we discovered that they're opening a Platinum Lounge there, which is so uncool. Love then send me to look for the usual mates to lepak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iloveu, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what up for the next few days. But I'll be so bored because I don't get to see love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1460663381571236606?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1460663381571236606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1460663381571236606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1460663381571236606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1460663381571236606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/sushi-after-months-of-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pwDp_P7NibY/RufaByWszJI/AAAAAAAAAhM/iRM0WCH0chk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-2459783733813032264</id><published>2007-09-09T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:56:31.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a new start for the both of us. I'm happy and contented with everything now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the last week working at Wild Wild Wet before it closes down for the 3 weeks renovation. I wonder how am I going to spend my days, but I'm definitely going to send out resumes and going down for interviews. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've been working everyday without a single day rest for the past 2 weeks. Finally my short little vacation starts from tomorrow and I'm going to spend more time with love.one. Finally we're having a proper date, Otherwise, it's always meet up after our working time, dinner, chill out and back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to enjoy my Sunday to Tuesday with love.one and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-2459783733813032264?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/2459783733813032264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=2459783733813032264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2459783733813032264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2459783733813032264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-once-again-its-new-start-for-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-1228522184995988902</id><published>2007-09-04T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:36:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and trying to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lead a better life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't see a point in waiting any longer when there isn't any actions taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 more days to payday and I can't wait. It was a horrible horrible month without extra vitamin M. Had an early night that's why I'm up early. It's going to be a tiring and busy week but nevertheless, working is always fun when there's a crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Been hanging out with making.me.confuse guy and dinner tonight with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe that I had a conversation with her. I find she's a pretty nice person, not as bad as we thought she would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eileen, if you're reading this, I want to say i.love.u. Imagine not having you around at work anymore. I'm going to be so lonely and not so lively. Lame and stupid jokes = fun time with you. Thanks for being such a nice friend and a listening ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-1228522184995988902?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/1228522184995988902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=1228522184995988902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1228522184995988902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/1228522184995988902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/09/forgotten-and-trying-to-move-on-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7057245446628273975</id><published>2007-08-31T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:15:25.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I wonder how's everything coming along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I've to keep telling myself that 1 month passes in a blink. And soon, it'll be the day that I'll be picking him up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upcoming plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10th september - sushi with ruikun &amp; eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11th september - shopping with eileen + fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15th september - Daddys' ___ years old birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suntanning session with Eileen, which has yet to be confirmed. A visit to Ting and Babys' crib soon. A gathering with Chee Boon and gang. Meet up with the groupies because it's been a long time, especially Zee. Saturday chill out with schoolmates. Dinner with clone.one &amp; neighbour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the 1 week holidays is just next week. Damn. I finally realized that I've book 11 days straight of work without an OFF. At least it pays off for all those hard work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7057245446628273975?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7057245446628273975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7057245446628273975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7057245446628273975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7057245446628273975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-first-day-and-i-wonder-hows.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5684256829958512445</id><published>2007-08-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:55:12.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;iMac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and after using the iMac over at Barong, I though, 'Why not sell away my S$2565 Acer laptop and get an iMac instead'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I accompanied closefriend to settle his fine before he send me off for my interview. He waited for me without complain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exactly 3 more days. I'm worried, yes I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when I was on my way back home in the bus, I almost teared while listening to 'Thanks for the memories' by Fall Out Boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;closefriend, I appreciate your everything. I've wanted to stop seeing you, but you made me stay. Though I don't know if it's worth everything, but I'll still wait. Thanks for those happy memories we shared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5684256829958512445?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5684256829958512445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5684256829958512445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5684256829958512445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5684256829958512445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/imac-and-after-using-imac-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5916543979187320344</id><published>2007-08-27T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T02:11:14.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've an interview tomorrow morning. And closefriend was nice enough to offer me a ride for my interview, since I didn't know where is Ubi. And thanks to RuiKun who intro-ed me this job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still on the 50/50 side of my decision. I'm just giving it a shot, but another part of my mind still thinks of my 2 years stay at Wild Wild Wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll let God do it all. It's in his hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5916543979187320344?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5916543979187320344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5916543979187320344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5916543979187320344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5916543979187320344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-interview-tomorrow-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-5507148375843234365</id><published>2007-08-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:44:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leads to miscommunication. So it ended up with people going for break at 6.10pm, the very last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shall not bother so much about conflicts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Work means Work. There's always a limit to everything. When it's time to play, we'll set aside those works and free the mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exactly a week more to vacation. It's going to be a month. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does all good thing comes to an end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I read my little brother's blog and I want to tagged, but I'm his lazy sister la. I know I'm his sister who's hardly home and we don't really talk. I hardly see or even talk to my mum too. Everytime I'm home, both of them will be out at school or work, and when they're home, I'm at work. OPPOSITE. But still I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-5507148375843234365?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/5507148375843234365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=5507148375843234365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5507148375843234365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/5507148375843234365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/confusion-leads-to-miscommunication.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6956348351567060587</id><published>2007-08-21T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:54:38.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akon Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was fabulous, but I can say it isn't worth your S$88. Lucky it was for free for Leisurequest workers upon showing our pass. But of course, I got my pass from my supervisor. Akon started his concert only at 9ish, sang a few of his new songs, and at 10.15pm, his concert ended. The DJ rocks, I swear. It was a very cool experience since it was my very first time to such a concert. They should hold more concerts at D'marque, so we can enter for free again. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blame it on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I was just too naive. But no matter what, I'm still going to treat closefriend like how we used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bikini Bay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Childish acts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the point of writing about someone you dislike so much on your blog? Trying to gain sympathy from others? Mature people won't go around writing such stuffs anymore. If people really dislike you so much, you've got no choice but to just ignore. You don't need them to work or survive. With the handful number of people whom I know dislike me, I chose not to bother, but stop acting nice to me. 2 sided face people really sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*this is an exception from me being childish writing about people, but it's the fact*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6956348351567060587?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6956348351567060587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6956348351567060587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6956348351567060587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6956348351567060587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/akon-concert-it-was-fabulous-but-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7102404959557358020</id><published>2007-08-19T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:48:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;From Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and yes, I'm waiting for close.friend to be done with bathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More updates coming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7102404959557358020?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7102404959557358020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7102404959557358020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7102404959557358020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7102404959557358020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-work-and-yes-im-waiting-for-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-2701192350606347474</id><published>2007-08-18T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T02:24:06.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yes, I'll be going to the Akon concert later on in the evening. Free entrance upon flashing the staff pass and what's best, we don't have to queue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meeting up with exbf tomorrow for movie. I think it's so weird to hang out with exbf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-2701192350606347474?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/2701192350606347474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=2701192350606347474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2701192350606347474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/2701192350606347474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/concert-and-yes-ill-be-going-to-akon.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-7243465440854280951</id><published>2007-08-16T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:05:07.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls hate Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's always this thing about girls hating one another. I ain't surprised if people do dislike me. But it's always so hurting when I treat that someone as a friend but somehow found out that they've back stabbed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;closefriend is right. I shouldn't bother much about those not-grown-up-kids. And I ain't really bothered with those people who dislike me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People pretending to be nice to me when actual fact is they dislike me alot. Stop putting up a good front. I've seen it all, and it's enough for me to know who really are my true friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry Rui Kun to disappoint you, but what I heard was the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know in the outside world, such a thing would happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And seriously, what's the problem with having more guy friends than girls? Does that mean having more guy friends means I'm being a bitch? I don't see anything wrong with having more of the guys as my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At work, 1 reason why I talk to guys is because Wild Wild Wet has more guys compared to girls. But still I do talk to that small percentage of girls at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't understand how a girl can dislike me when I hardly know or even talk to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know who truly are my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheer up Zee. You still have us girls as your friends, remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-7243465440854280951?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/7243465440854280951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=7243465440854280951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7243465440854280951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/7243465440854280951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/girls-hate-girls-theres-always-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-804962536015562690</id><published>2007-08-14T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:00:43.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's time for mahjong with workmates. A somehow last minute mahjong session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime very random.&lt;br /&gt;My mum laughed at my Dad for having such a BIG shades on. The reason why the BIG shades was because my Dad wears his specs and wears his shades over it, so that makes it look BIG. Both my parents and I blasted out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-804962536015562690?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/804962536015562690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=804962536015562690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/804962536015562690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/804962536015562690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-its-time-for-mahjong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187691.post-6674819555235037146</id><published>2007-08-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:09:18.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kept in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy in love. hard to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So how did everyone out there spend their day on National Day? Well, basically it was work for me even though it was just an extra pathetic 50 cents added. Specialfriend and I caught the fireworks on teevee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The usual hang out with classmates on Saturdays. Everyone was feeling emo. The breakup. The long distance relationship. The kept in the dark secret. We had Billy Bombers and then to Vilage for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had alot. 3 plates of rosti, 1 stingray, 1 I-don't-know-what-JieWei-ordered, 1 chicken breast meat, 1 cream of mushroom soup, 1 chocolate fondue with lots and lots of marshmallows. The guys decided to play Counter Strike, but it was time for me to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I pang seh the happy.after.emo.peeps and trained back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Came home after work today and had my afternoon nap. Since when was the last time I had 1? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's hope my week ahead won't get screwed up with those f**ked up guest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7187691-6674819555235037146?l=specticulated-mich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/feeds/6674819555235037146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7187691&amp;postID=6674819555235037146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6674819555235037146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7187691/posts/default/6674819555235037146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://specticulated-mich.blogspot.com/2007/08/kept-in-dark-easy-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
