<?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-8904588852936514668</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:30:08.204+08:00</updated><category term='Drink'/><category term='Sotong'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Angel'/><category term='Talk'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Him'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Shop'/><category term='Zouk'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Tears'/><category term='Tat'/><category term='Laughter'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='I Loved...'/><category term='Lightweights'/><category term='Support'/><category term='Club'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Eat'/><category term='Clay'/><category term='*joanlovestat'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Walk'/><category term='Under 160'/><category term='pool party'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='dota'/><title type='text'>A Brand New Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-876238147487641469</id><published>2008-10-14T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:37:38.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Cabs</title><content type='html'>Wow, I hadn't posted in such a long while.  How time flies.  Ever since the beginning of August, life became different.  Everywhere I go, was cab cab cab, I never took that many cabs in my life before, thanks to my client located in tuas, but life is quite good.  A comfortable ride to and from work, and from work to wherever I want to go, without bothering about ERP.  My claims actually reached a 1.6k high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaint letters to cab increased as well.  I met one of the best cab drivers who waited outside for me, opened the door for me, and made sure I was seated nicely before moving off, asked if the air-con was too cold for me?  Would I like some radio?  Which music station do I listen to?  And I met the worst, when I told him I was in quite a rush to work today, his rude reply to me was "MAM, DONT PRESSURE THE DRIVER, ITS YOUR FAULT THAT YOU ARE LATE."  w.t.f.  The worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually considering very seriously getting a car for myself, but I'm not sure.  Gotta work out my finances first.  Let's see how la.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working in Tuas with my clients day-in-day-out, I became quite attached to them.  They also treat me as one of their staff already.  I pack food everyday to work too; which saved me a huge sum of money allocated to food as compared to previous months, healthier also.   Now my first project is live already; feel a sense of satisfaction and it is almost time to leave this place as I am about to embark on a new project soon.  New location:  Boon Lay/ Jurong West.  ZZZ, I might as well move to the west man.  Kns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-876238147487641469?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/876238147487641469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=876238147487641469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/876238147487641469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/876238147487641469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/10/cabs.html' title='Cabs'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-7212451829875350329</id><published>2008-07-29T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:18.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightweights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*joanlovestat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under 160'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dota'/><title type='text'>Sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SI7DLxYgGdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yymeHXcYAdw/s1600-h/n510949358_1164294_7336.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228330824425806290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SI7DLxYgGdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yymeHXcYAdw/s400/n510949358_1164294_7336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sweet.  This photo is very nice. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole gang of Lightweights are here, full strength, with the Under 160 club, full strength too!  We decided to take this photo, after our KTV session @ The Pines, had go karting earlier in the day too. hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh man, I guess I really did not have the time to even blog a single entry, everyday is just busy busy busy, busy at work, busy after work, rah!  but I took some time off to write this entry cos I wanted to post this nice pic up hehehe.  Well, lotsa activities lately, we've been catching a movie almost every week, the best so far was The Dark Knight, my god, Heath Ledger ROX.  He is SO cool.  Kudos to him, the best hit he gave the world before he left it, something that everyone will remember him by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had Bang's Graduation Buffet @ Home on Saturday; bin bin zhang da le.  ah da ye zhang da le.  ah shua ye zhang da le.  Thanks for dinner Bang, after which we went to play LAN, I joined the boys (tat, bang, josh, daryl, derryn); we sat in derryn's volkswagen passat while heading to play LAN.  nice la.  all 3 cars also parked parallel in Le Meridien hehe.  I tried playing the Dawn of Wars for the 1st time, erh, still not so familiar la, stupid joshua and derryn la kill kill kill.  bully 1st timers.  come play dota la, I sure trash u one.  Simon also quite feeder recently.  tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Throughout the month, we had mahjong session till 5am, movies, go kart, ktv, commencement for the 3 boys, buffet, LAN, various chill out sessions @ dempsey, grocery shopping @ Jone's, tat in melbourne, meetups with my friends, magic show, lovely dinners, time well spent with my boy, helping my sister set up her booth @ Marina Square, mama in hospital, and work work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My boss was thinking of getting a Suzuki Swift as a company car; it is still too early to say, wait till we move office then say bah.  Then when I drive to Tuas for my customer's meetings, I CAN USE THE CAR, then go to Raffles Marina for LUNCHEON.  NAHAHAHA.  He got me a cheesecake last week, for afternoon tea, not bad, that was quite sweet of him.  He also got me some snickers bar when I was still working at 7pm+ in office.  And for all the time I was OT-ing over the weekends, he said he will sponsor me a trip to BALI, omg lah.  How cool is that, maybe my beau will be sponsored too!  See how, haha then I have people asking me to let them be their temp beaus first.  lol, sorry cannot la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think all of us are quite the facebook addicts too.  Whatever outings we have, the pictures taken are all posted on facebook shortly after.  Recently, the more active applications are Word Challenge, iLike, Friends for Sale, erh no more already.  The Radio.Blog.Club rocks man, thanks to josh for the introduction, gonna be busy creating my playlist when I've the time again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh, quite long never eat fei fei wanton mee liao.  I wanna eattttttt lehhhhhhhh. *HINT HINT*  All go eat cannnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then, I dont know when. hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-7212451829875350329?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7212451829875350329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=7212451829875350329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7212451829875350329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7212451829875350329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet.html' title='Sweet.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SI7DLxYgGdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yymeHXcYAdw/s72-c/n510949358_1164294_7336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-5897233686928992220</id><published>2008-07-08T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:10:31.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightweights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under 160'/><title type='text'>Go Kart @ Permas &amp; KTV @ The Pines [05Jul08]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=117102671&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=117102671"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=117102671&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=117102671"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-5897233686928992220?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5897233686928992220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=5897233686928992220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5897233686928992220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5897233686928992220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-kart-ktv.html' title='Go Kart @ Permas &amp; KTV @ The Pines [05Jul08]'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-3191651190946743711</id><published>2008-06-25T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:01:04.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightweights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool party'/><title type='text'>Pool Party! 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Splash!'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-3982431509214666892</id><published>2008-06-18T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:36:23.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightweights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*joanlovestat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dota'/><title type='text'>What A Great Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Starting last week, I finally stopped my overtime at work, like FINALLY.  I was like crossing my fingers that I do not have to OT anymoreee…&lt;br /&gt;There were visitors at my office, throughout the week, they ‘borrowed’ our meeting room for their training sessions.  And almost the whole office was empty as colleagues and boss was out for meetings. Boss then asked me at 6pm, if the visitors were still here.  I was like yah.  It was 6 plus-ish.  Then he said oh?  Still there?  Next thing I knew was that I heard a phone ring from my meeting room, and it was my boss calling them ASKING THEM TO LEAVE, cos it is 6pm and time for me to go..  Wah?  I never had such privilege EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams were also finally over, on Tuesday.  FREEDOM.  It was a date @ Changi Airport that night, on Wednesday, we went for a movie date, watched KungFu Panda, chio kah peng, I laughed until I cried, and we did some shopping that night.  Both of us had something to bring home!  Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thursday.  Met up with lightweights for dinner, we decided to go budget for dinner this time, ate at Burger King @ Wheellock, lol.  After which, all of us, wearing FORMAL wear, headed to Toy ‘R’ Us to begin our SUPER SOAKERS hunt in preparation for our pool party that coming Sunday, like small kids all.  Tsk tsk.  We were mainly contemplating between the Super Soakers and Water Warriors.  The girls all got the smaller ones, while the boys were like looking at the big machines.  I didn’t get yet, got Josh to help get mine on Sunday itself when he went to buy for himself.  Haha, at the cashier, while we were paying, there was a father behind us in the queue who went “wah, fierce weapons you guys are buying.” LOL.  Well, we are just re-living our childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.  I finally met up with my ex-colleagues from Acco for dinner.  Had a dota session before that, hee hee.  We ate at a Japanese restaurant in Central Mall, expensiveee man.  Oh wells.  By the time dinner ended was already 11+pm, gosh, a long dinner indeed.  So decided to head home to rest early instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday.  Grocery Shopping Day @ Parkway Parade for BBQ on Sunday.  Haha, he was in charge of the BBQ Preparation of the food for our pool party.  Got up late, as usual, cos I was just too exhausted, drained out man.  So I met him at his place first, and headed to Parkway together, and had lunch at MOS Burger before our shopping commenced.  Josh came and joined us halfway, was supposed to go join in the test driving for the RX7 after the grocery shopping, but I didn’t have enough time, cos I had to attend my distant cousin’s 21st birthday celebration @ NUS Guild House, it was literally like a wedding dinner can?  The most grand 21st I’ve even been to.  20 TABLES.  Wow, I’m really impressed and the food was really good.  After the dinner, we left, drove my grandma and family home, before taking the car out again to meet the lightweights @ GV Grand – Incredible Hulk.  Well, I enjoyed Ironman much more, maybe cos we also watched Ironman in gold class, haha, but hulk was still a not bad show.  After the movie, all of us left in our transports and both of us headed to 7-Eleven to buy some beer to get the beef drunk.  A very long day indeed, headed home, bathed immediately and dropped dead in bed. Haha.  My sister wanted to join for the movie, but too late, Al booked the tickets already, and Simon didn’t come in the end, wasted, my sister could have taken his ticket hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.  Attended church in the morning, tired as usual, then headed out from church to Ivin’s for Father’s Day Lunch, it’s been some time since I last savoured Peranakan food, must bring Tat to go try it one day.  Parents headed out for mahjong session, while the daughters were sent home, after which I had to change and get ready for the pool party already. LOL.  Met Josh &amp;amp; him at his place first, where we played a bit of super soakers at the car park, all pumped up!!  Dropped by Holland V to get the underwater cameras, then to Elisa’s for the pool party!  We were really literally like small kids, the kids at the pool wanted to snatch our super soakers too, lol.  It was quite a crowded pool that day, compared to the last pool party I heard.  Around 6pm, BBQ started, wow my baby’s marinated stuff was fabuliciously prepared. =)  I think everyone loved the food, all the meat was gone!  What was left were just the baked potatoes and vegetables.  We didn’t drink much alcohol as well, tiring day, our arms were ‘pumped’ up, headed home after packing everything up.  Gotta work the next day, got a nice long bath and slept like a log the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monday.  Back at work.  After work, my baby invited me for dinner at THE LINE – Shangri-La, for father’s day dinner.  Hehe, I was like serious?!  Haha, so after work, I couldn’t really leave on the dot, I rushed down to Lido and got his dad a Renoma shirt.  I hope he likes it, it was my first time dining out with them.  Chatted with his bro a bit, and walao the food there was AWESOME can, I was really blown away by the atmosphere there, the salmon sashimi, ooh. *drools*  There was fondue, cold rock, and desserts, wow.   I ate SO much that night, I sorta had problems sleeping after that, cos I was so bloated haha, but never mind, I’ll just work out a bit more.  Awesome dinner, his dad gave me a lift home too.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.  Date with my sister.  Well, it has been some time since I went out with her alone, like shopping and stuff kinda thing.  Booked for the movie – Sex and The City, the movie brought back some bad memories, but ah, I’m over it, but I could totally relate to it though.  Forgiveness?  Yah, I sure did, but he just repeating the mistakes, so what is the use of forgiveness then?  Miranda in the show said “I received a lot of I’m Sorry smses, calls, letters, emails.  What for?  &lt;em&gt;Why do things that you have to be ‘I’m sorry’ about in the first place?&lt;/em&gt;”  I just could relate to it, that’s all, and whatever has happened is all history now!  I’m just more concerned about the present and the future.   So Jean &amp;amp; I went shopping, we bought some nail polish from The Face Shop, as I have the discount card, haha.  Chilled out at Mac’s for awhile eating McFlurry, went shopping at m)phosis for awhile, and it was time for the movie already!  2.5 hours, we really rushed out of the theatre after that so we could catch the last train home, didn’t wanna drive as parking was just too expensive.  Sigh.  Train so much cheaper wahaha.  Had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall head home to rest tonight, feeling sick already.  I just want to have a nice dinner at home and rest.  Thanks Mel for the hot pink Agnes B. pouch, its very pretty.  =)  hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-3982431509214666892?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3982431509214666892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=3982431509214666892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3982431509214666892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3982431509214666892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-great-week.html' title='What A Great Week'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-1281462821287330025</id><published>2008-06-12T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:08:25.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Heart Of The Matter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This song was part of the Sex And The City's soundtrack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The lyrics - simplicity, but yet meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A song that took 42 years to write (by the Eagles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A song that took 4 minutes to sing (Don Henley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A song that I am capable of - Forgiveness, and the extent of it, is unimaginable of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A song that Don Henley realized that India Arie actually sang a better version of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A song that is just... beautiful......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think its about forgiveness, forgiveness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to thank Melvin and Gerard for 'bringing' Tat and me together..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Without the both of you, I wouldn't have gotten to know him.&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/8904588852936514668-1281462821287330025?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1281462821287330025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=1281462821287330025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1281462821287330025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1281462821287330025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-of-matter.html' title='The Heart Of The Matter.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-3500742933899400214</id><published>2008-06-11T15:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:20.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*joanlovestat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Past &amp; Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let’s talk about Past &amp;amp; Present today. I had learnt a lot from my previous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God decided I should go through what I had to be able to appreciate what I have with Tat right now. =) I have learnt to appreciate things a lot better now, through communication with Tat, like he would tell me what he may not like, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the nights, we had an ‘irritated’ night; we were talking about how irritated we felt with each other. LOL. It was funny, but at least he knows what I do not like, and now I know what irritates him wahaha. Maybe I should do it more and see his irritated face haha. Anyway, you also purposely ‘irritate’ me just to see my irritated reaction right. Kana sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone now looks at me and says that I look so much happier now, appetite has increased too! =) WAHAHA, but I shall NOT grow fat, I will be in control of that. Yah, I AM happy, and I think I also am mingling more with his friends, lightweights and his other groups. Previously, it is just friends first, always friends first, I mean there should be a balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been busy going for his business trips to KL and Thailand recently. Sob sob, for around a week each time, missed him hor. I bought him a portable electric kettle so he could use on his overseas trips, hee hee. Nice hor nice hor! I got him a mini dictionary for Thai, it is damn good, I survived my Thai days with it, if not I would have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also planned a surprise for him on the day he flew back from Bangkok, I went to pick him from the airport! =) but but, he sorta guessed that I would be there leh! Kns, he called me when he landed, asked where I was, I was like err… OT in office ah. He was like really meh?! Haha, no I am waiting outside for you. LOL, but he was happy I came down! Not like me being unappreciated when I did that a long time ago for someone, with just like the “Oh” reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been wanting to like just go walk walk at Changi Airport, since a FEW years back already, cos not much people there, don’t have the crowded shit you get in the urban areas, then just sit down somewhere, chill, always getting the cold water response. Well, I’ve FINALLY done it, we were supposed to pick Jean from the Airport later in the night @ 1130pm. So decided to head there for dinner, after my last paper! Then we went round snapping pictures, and he was playing with my cam. I was like a small kid last night, cos I hadn’t been out for a long time, waited for my parents to pick us both at 11+ from T3, we actually stayed in T2, T3 for quite some hours, then went to the other terminal to pick the little fry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, both of us are so busy at work, sometimes our weekends are sacrificed cos of work, but at least both of us are working hard together at the same time, so it doesn’t really feel so bad. On top of that, I had studies too, which I think I might have sacrificed this time for my career, but I don’t mind working hard. I had quite a huge jump entering this job, and I am willing to work hard for it. My boss was saying he might actually sponsor a trip for me and my bf to BALI?!?! FOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! We shall see ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the bimbotic S***N bitch has been commenting about my sister. Wtf. Already got the guy she wants, whom I DUMPED, and yet now what? Still trying to create chaos here? Want to read my sister’s blog, go read lah, comment here &amp;amp; comment there, nothing better else to do. What the bloody hell, seriously no f**king life. Nobody bullies my sister, or u face me, and u face Tat. And I can foresee the response, oh no no nothing of that sort, and *innocent look*. oh pls, give me a break. BITCH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SE9_dpYlHbI/AAAAAAAAADc/T9gkH74gGSk/s1600-h/11Jun08_IMG+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210523441192836530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SE9_dpYlHbI/AAAAAAAAADc/T9gkH74gGSk/s320/11Jun08_IMG+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SE9_ePqrCJI/AAAAAAAAADk/yQEsGsSlSY4/s1600-h/11Jun08_IMG+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210523451469269138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SE9_ePqrCJI/AAAAAAAAADk/yQEsGsSlSY4/s320/11Jun08_IMG+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SE9_egbh39I/AAAAAAAAADs/zbSYqTpfBDs/s1600-h/11Jun08_IMG+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210523455969157074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SE9_egbh39I/AAAAAAAAADs/zbSYqTpfBDs/s320/11Jun08_IMG+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/8904588852936514668-3500742933899400214?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3500742933899400214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=3500742933899400214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3500742933899400214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3500742933899400214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-present.html' title='Past &amp; Present'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SE9_dpYlHbI/AAAAAAAAADc/T9gkH74gGSk/s72-c/11Jun08_IMG+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-8935027722053672533</id><published>2008-05-27T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:56:07.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>Joanie Turns 26!!</title><content type='html'>I Turn 26 Today!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday To Myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-8935027722053672533?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8935027722053672533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=8935027722053672533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8935027722053672533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8935027722053672533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/joanie-turns-26.html' title='Joanie Turns 26!!'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-6744242688948805884</id><published>2008-05-21T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:30:38.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightweights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>My Birthday Present Wishes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup!  My Birthday is coming up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my wishlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1.       Clinique Happy Heart Fragrance&lt;br /&gt;2.       Incanto Charms Perfume by Salvatore Ferragamo&lt;br /&gt;3.       Charles &amp;amp; Keith Bag (I think this is settled hee)&lt;br /&gt;4.       Swatch Square Watch (mommy got me this!)&lt;br /&gt;5.       A white square Casio watch (saw it at bugis, but had not tried it on yet, but very nice)&lt;br /&gt;6.       If there was such thing as a Watson’s voucher, I’ll gladly accept it&lt;br /&gt;7.       MANGO clothesss;  I still can’t get enough leh&lt;br /&gt;8.       Think I want more bags, that I can use for work, and that I can put my notes into.&lt;br /&gt;9.       My sister’s accessories rock; I could do more with those.  HAHA her webby is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://handmakemyaccessories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;http://handmakemyaccessories.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10.   BAGS!  BAGS!  BAGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sigh, I was telling all my friends that I can only celebrate my birthday this time in say June?  After my exams ok?  June 10 is my LAST day.  Let’s go for our R&amp;amp;R trips that we have talked about; let’s go play mahjong, let’s go to the beach, let’s do everything, I know some of you are complaining already, sorry about it.   It will be soon, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s celebrate my birthday together after June 10. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for waiting. =) muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Sorry I missed out on Alphonsus’s Berfday party, but I still saw how gay simon was, and anyhow ask my boyfriend to touch him.  Eeeyerrr.  Bu Yao Peng Wo De Nan Ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Don’t think I can attend all the events until my exams are over. =(  sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-6744242688948805884?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6744242688948805884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=6744242688948805884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/6744242688948805884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/6744242688948805884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-birthday-present-wishes.html' title='My Birthday Present Wishes!!'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-1081791450894605574</id><published>2008-05-15T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:53:57.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*joanlovestat'/><title type='text'>Our One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess what??&lt;br /&gt;It has unknowingly been one month already since I was with Tat.&lt;br /&gt;Before I even realized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 10 May 2008, was the day.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing that 10 May fell on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping all the way till past noon, as I slept so late the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t get up at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an sms from him, asking if I was awake already.&lt;br /&gt;I read it; closed the window and went back to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got up again and called him.&lt;br /&gt;Told him ok, I shall get up now… but&lt;br /&gt;I would need an hour plus to be ready, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me from the station and we made our way to PS Café.&lt;br /&gt;We went past the place where Josh &amp;amp; Pris dined two days before.&lt;br /&gt;At first it was a bit misleading, haha, couldn’t really find the way&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for the map, we finally got to PS Café.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty full house man.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to sit outdoors, were seated at the non-smoking area at first&lt;br /&gt;But it was pretty crowded and quite the noisy&lt;br /&gt;Tat decided that we should shift to the smoking area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoking area had like beach like chairs, clothed.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit uncomfortable at first but I got used to it after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a mango banana crumble, yummy.&lt;br /&gt;He ordered an ultimate fudge brownie or something like that, VERY deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Plaza after that for the movie – Speed Racer&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to study actually, but I was like erm oh well…&lt;br /&gt;I got a buy one get one free ticket also, cos it was my birthday month.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinn at his place, we da pao Japanese food and sushi back.&lt;br /&gt;And watched “The Other Boelyn Girl” while eating.&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-1081791450894605574?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1081791450894605574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=1081791450894605574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1081791450894605574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1081791450894605574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-one-month.html' title='Our One Month'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-1047669067133341573</id><published>2008-05-12T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:20.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zouk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Are You Men’s Health Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My ex-colleague, Terence, participated in this event, gave me free invites, held @ Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a good start to that evening, when plans were quite messed up.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to get to the carpark by 7pm, is that a very difficult requirement?&lt;br /&gt;If cannot, the least one could do is to inform me that you’ll be late.&lt;br /&gt;Well, time factor has always been a problem since I knew them a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;It is not about paying for the carpark, it is the inconvenience, the rush, and me ending up all in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;And all those to know that it was still in vain at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the party started at Zouk!  ZM &amp;amp; Dorine arrived very early;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.&lt;br /&gt;The queue was utterly horrid;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.20pm, the queue was all the way to the valet parking area.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got in at about 8pm, after queueing for such a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I gathered a few of my friends for this event;&lt;br /&gt;Free entry ma, u can stay in the area even after the event. =)&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat dinner together with the kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;Where Jean &amp;amp; Jane became alliances in suaning me&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, we took some pics with our men’s health guy&lt;br /&gt;I taught my friends SIGN LANGUAGE;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember after such a long time ok. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Guys from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stomp.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;www.stomp.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mumtazz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;www.mumtazz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; also took pictures of us&lt;br /&gt;They are up! =) nice picturesss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jane was asking me “where is your boy friend??”&lt;br /&gt;“Why never come?  Haha I thought I could take a look at him”&lt;br /&gt;He did come lah at the end, with Joshua, but just to drop Simon off after a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Simon there with his two gals first.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Bang &amp;amp; Chongyi.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Joshua &amp;amp; Tat.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, that was quite a lot of people huh.&lt;br /&gt;Clubbed with Jean’s group after that at phuture, till it closed at 4&lt;br /&gt;Drove home in a daze, but I made it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SCgbgSDxUXI/AAAAAAAAADE/PkLDbI_xl_Y/s1600-h/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199436011216654706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SCgbgSDxUXI/AAAAAAAAADE/PkLDbI_xl_Y/s320/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SCgbgyDxUYI/AAAAAAAAADM/j9-HeuqTHvw/s1600-h/MH_us.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199436019806589314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SCgbgyDxUYI/AAAAAAAAADM/j9-HeuqTHvw/s320/MH_us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SCgbhCDxUZI/AAAAAAAAADU/OAgabORe0vY/s1600-h/20827_AUG_6568.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199436024101556626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SCgbhCDxUZI/AAAAAAAAADU/OAgabORe0vY/s320/20827_AUG_6568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-1047669067133341573?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1047669067133341573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=1047669067133341573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1047669067133341573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1047669067133341573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-mens-health-enough.html' title='Are You Men’s Health Enough?'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SCgbgSDxUXI/AAAAAAAAADE/PkLDbI_xl_Y/s72-c/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-6221657584619497953</id><published>2008-05-09T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:57:16.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zouk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*joanlovestat'/><title type='text'>Movie Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It all started out with the Movie – Harold &amp;amp; Kumar 2, with my boy. It was a hilarious movie; he waited for me till class ended, so sweet, came to pick me up from class, then we headed to Cineleisure to eat dinner together, I skipped dinner during class so that I could have a proper dinner with him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck U! Donuts Are Awesome!”&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, where’s my cockmeat sandwich?!”&lt;br /&gt;“Square Root of 3”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the movie very much; just like how I enjoyed Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;Following that, Labour Day. We decided to go catch IRON MAN @ GV GOLD CLASSYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, met the lightweights and gang for dinner first @ Food Republic at Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;Then it is first class service at the movie theatre. Haha, shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big comfortable lounge chairs kind; which can be adjusted to our comfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;Though the seats were a little far apart from each other.&lt;br /&gt;There is a blanket for each person summore.&lt;br /&gt;My first visit to a Gold Class theatre, nice, I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;We had a menu to choose our bites from.&lt;br /&gt;Tat &amp;amp; I ordered a brownie &amp;amp; vanilla ice cream. Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Friday, Kyle wanted to meet me up for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned to me earlier that he bought chocolates for me from Germany&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to pass those Ritter chocolates to me&lt;br /&gt;And that he wanted a treat back from me.&lt;br /&gt;So yah, okay, nvm, we met up @ Bugis, had Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;He then told me during dinner…&lt;br /&gt;He pre-empted my ex (cos he was his friend) that he was gonna meet me&lt;br /&gt;And asked him along?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Right. That was weird.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for the chocolates anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyway, after dinner, went to meet my boy @ Bugis&lt;br /&gt;Since he was around the area with his good girl-friend&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet them, said hi, and was introduced to her.&lt;br /&gt;We went window shopping for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by Yella Fellas to get some fries,&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed back home first,&lt;br /&gt;While he went to dinner with her.&lt;br /&gt;Was tired, needed some rest and probably needa study a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Saturday morning, an early morning.&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit my late relatives, all around Choa Chu Kang cemetery area&lt;br /&gt;I chauffeured my family around the entire morning&lt;br /&gt;Then I navigated myself to Jurong Point, wow, I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;I had the AGA-RATION to navigate, though not sure, but I found my way anyway&lt;br /&gt;We lunched @ JP =)&lt;br /&gt;Not much people at the food court, so it was a pleasant lunch&lt;br /&gt;Happy to lunch with my mama, cousin, mommy &amp;amp; sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The rest of Saturday was just trying to study.&lt;br /&gt;And he was so sweet to cook chocolate pancakes for me. Haha =)&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious. yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;These few days, I've been packing my lunches with meeting up with friends as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I really will not be able to go out much after work, with the exception of tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is an event tonight @ Zouk, which my friend participated in.&lt;br /&gt;So we are just going there to give him some support.&lt;br /&gt;There’s free dinner, and free flow of drinks! (I think!)&lt;br /&gt;Getting the car tonight, I called quite a number of my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;Theme is stylish white and yeah here we go baby.&lt;br /&gt;Will post pictures if we do cam-whore tonight.&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/8904588852936514668-6221657584619497953?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6221657584619497953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=6221657584619497953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/6221657584619497953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/6221657584619497953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-week.html' title='Movie Week!'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-4705565465431494465</id><published>2008-05-04T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:20.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dota'/><title type='text'>D.O.T.A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo yo yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been AGES since I have played dota already. WAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think almost 2 weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since Simon wanted to play, ok lor, been wanting to play as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Timing was just right as well, since I had just gotten back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Total # of games = 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Total wins = 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Total ownages = 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;The last game, was the best game EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;First Blood x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Double Kill x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Triple Kill x1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killing Spree x2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dominating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monster Kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mega Kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unstoppable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wicked Sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Godlike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy Shittt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Everyone was like huh? wth? omg? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I used Luna, Puck, then Morphling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;CHECK OUT MY ITEMS &amp;amp; MY SCORES YO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Look at Simon's hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;PALE IN COMPARISON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Kidding lah, haha, shiok day, shiok games. GG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I AM IMPRESSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;P.S. I Am Phenoxyethanol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SB26WdJZW7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/j1Purdwnv_0/s1600-h/Miss+Godlike.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196514439999347634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SB26WdJZW7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/j1Purdwnv_0/s320/Miss+Godlike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-4705565465431494465?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4705565465431494465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=4705565465431494465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4705565465431494465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4705565465431494465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/dota.html' title='D.O.T.A'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SB26WdJZW7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/j1Purdwnv_0/s72-c/Miss+Godlike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-9090898474033350090</id><published>2008-04-22T14:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:29:56.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*joanlovestat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Meet The Fockers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I checked my email yesterday, as usual, a daily routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I had a new Facebook friend request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Alright, so let's see who was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hmm, this was tagged as a message along with the invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Hi Joan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;We have a common friend &lt;xxx&gt;, &lt;xxx&gt;in Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am on a mission to have 1000 friends in my facebook account by 31/5/2008 and understand that you are going to help me to succeed this goal, aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Clinton Neo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;RIGHTTT... Eewl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;What's up with these people nowadays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;On a side note, I've been super duper busy at work the past few days, trying to rush out the documentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I had to OT on a couple of days, bleah, but it is finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Over the weekend last Sunday, haha, it was &lt;strong&gt;Meet The Fockers Day&lt;/strong&gt;! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mom's exams just ended last week, so she decided to hold a popiah session @ my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and invited my grandma, godma, cousin, and Tat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had class in the afternoon, so mommy asked me to take the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tat picked me up fm class, and we headed home together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Somebody felt stress ah.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Overall, my mom was very hospitable, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And plus your alliance Jean over there, all the whispering of Disco Lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Packed everything so nicely for u to bring back for your family summore. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We were also laughing at some of my baby photos, walau damn embarassing can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And it doesn't help when everyone else is also laughing at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think it'll be my turn soon, though I've seen his family already. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My life is just super duper busy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've no time to really breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cancelled so many appointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exams coming up as well, gotta get down to books, real hard, real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quite a lot of errands to run as well, no time for movies even recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Except for Forbidden Kingdom, thanks 4 e ride home ZM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;U know I do not take people for granted hor, I wanna emphasize again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When was the last time I had dota? erh, seriously no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-9090898474033350090?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9090898474033350090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=9090898474033350090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/9090898474033350090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/9090898474033350090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-fockers.html' title='Meet The Fockers!'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-776891230807525555</id><published>2008-04-17T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:05:44.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightweights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under 160'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Week Number 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today is the 1st week since I'm together with tat. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fast right?  Time flew like wheee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He came down for luncheon with moi, haha, and I realized after tt, my colleague &amp;amp; boss went to the same place for luncheon after I left I think, cos he went to smoke. tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, thanks to all for their well wishes to me &amp;amp; tat. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feels great to hear it from u guys, and thanks to those who wished tat too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday we went for the weekly &lt;strong&gt;Lightweights™&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Under 160™&lt;/strong&gt; Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;What's Lightweights™?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lightweights basically represents the guys in the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ehh, actually I don't know how this term came about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;One of you guys ex-prain to me cann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;What's Under 160™?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;All the Lightweights' GFs' heights SO COINCIDENTALLY are under 160cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amazingly, we are all around the same height, and so are the BFs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;WAHAHA.  What a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Another coincidence is that all the GFs so far are convant girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me - CHIJ Toa Payoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Marilyn - St Anne's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Elisa - St Anthony's Convant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pris (soon-to-be official member? haha) - St Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Chongyi -? I dont know. -&gt; Need to check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday's dinner had full attendance, except for Simon the retard and Terald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Somebody busy doing banking shit leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;All partners turned up as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nice dinner all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ciao.  Till next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta rush out some work now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-776891230807525555?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/776891230807525555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=776891230807525555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/776891230807525555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/776891230807525555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-number-1.html' title='Week Number 1.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-4069510094213099827</id><published>2008-04-14T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Happy =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling homesick, real homesick, could have plans for a Monday night, but I didnt accept the invitation to go out, I just wanted to go home, eat dinner with mommy, daddy and jeanniee..... =) slack at home, after dinner, I sat alone by my dining table, after they were done, as usual, I'm the last to finish my meal, den my phone rang, mel mel!  so there we went, started rattling off the phone and stuff about her job, woohoo.  CONGRATULATIONS BABE!  VERY THE HAPPY FOR THE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to dinner, I finally got my ass down to Jaben (great thanks to Anthony for the introduction!), to introduce my sister CROSSROADS - MYLARONES. wahaha, solid earphones, U HEAR NO TRAIN DOORS CLOSING, NO BODY CHATTING, NO NOISE.  MUSIC IS SIMPLY HEAVEN.  The guy there, Dominic, says IM super good at sa-jiao-ing.  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "hey, I bought my earphones here last time, but why the right side longer than the left one har? i forgot to check that time leh. *sigh*"&lt;br /&gt;Dom: "HUH! One longer than e other ah! Then how to listen liddat!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "YAH LOH YAH LOH!  How how?"&lt;br /&gt;Dom: "Okok, I give u new one ok, but u SHHHHHH......"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WAH!  OK AH!  Thanks leh!"  and in my mind "WAHAHAHAHA."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister tested until her ears almost went bust.  Haha, so meanwhile I talked to Tat while waiting for her to test test.  Then she was FINALLY ready, we went in to pay for it, den I realized she could get a new ITouch Case for free, with a purchase of Crossroads!  I was like HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sa Jiao Mode - ON*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HOEY!  How come I didn't get one when I bought mine har.."&lt;br /&gt;*The haggling continued for 2 mins"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: "Dom, pass to her one case for free.  Let her choose."&lt;br /&gt;Dom: "WAH, you really know how to sa jiao leh.  Come la.  Choose yr color."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "WAHAHAHAHAHAHA. YES!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected my Crossroads Amp as well, my long -awaited amp, and the music is simply solidlistic.  Headed back home immediately, damn tired, and just wanna be home, it was like quite a long time since i was really home for a proper dinner n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feeling the effects from work already, new project, new customer, new things.&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel the stress, thus the need for retail therapy! WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent with tat, shopping shopping shopping, movie.&lt;br /&gt;Im hooked to Splash hahaa, walau never bought that much lip glosses.&lt;br /&gt;I Know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm VAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to St James one of the nights with my ex-colleagues, Maximus.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the PICS!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am Happy. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8kB-pbBI/AAAAAAAAACE/jcD77McGkgs/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189409629085985810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8kB-pbBI/AAAAAAAAACE/jcD77McGkgs/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2 Angels &amp;amp; 1 Devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8kh-pbCI/AAAAAAAAACM/qnTy7no2Ois/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189409637675920418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8kh-pbCI/AAAAAAAAACM/qnTy7no2Ois/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Jane Mommy, Me, Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8kx-pbDI/AAAAAAAAACU/cxlIeZjtquA/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189409641970887730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8kx-pbDI/AAAAAAAAACU/cxlIeZjtquA/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8lB-pbEI/AAAAAAAAACc/wZ8a7eZPGjU/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189409646265855042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8lB-pbEI/AAAAAAAAACc/wZ8a7eZPGjU/s320/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I Look Tired Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8lR-pbFI/AAAAAAAAACk/11rbTNl9gck/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189409650560822354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8lR-pbFI/AAAAAAAAACk/11rbTNl9gck/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture OF THE NIGHT.  Chio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-4069510094213099827?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4069510094213099827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=4069510094213099827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4069510094213099827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4069510094213099827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-happy.html' title='I Am Happy =)'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/SAR8kB-pbBI/AAAAAAAAACE/jcD77McGkgs/s72-c/DSC00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-949955236135919690</id><published>2008-04-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A Long Long Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey guys, I know I have not been updating this bloggie recently.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been busy, and really busy in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time is just NOT ENOUGH for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have studies la, work la, family la, social life la, tat la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been sleeping at 3am kinda the past week, its very exhausting and tiring, but I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mel said she never saw me with "double-eyelids" before, ok, that is a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catching up more on my beauty sleep this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regarding WERK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will be going to work in freaking TUAS soon, bleah, disgusting place.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get a freaking cab down there.&lt;br /&gt;New Project!! WHEEEE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gonna be busier than ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at an exhibition held @ Expo - Asia Pacific Maritime 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I realized my company is damn freaking rich, I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;Spent $12k on the booth's RENOVATION. zzz. but CHIO, nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We even have 2 plasma TVs in office, those 42" kinda, for the exhibitions!&lt;br /&gt;During the exhibition, my bosses CHOSE people /clients to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regarding Love Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, I realize recently, A LOT have been reading my blog regarding this, hor??&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mr. Big Mouth Tang (BMT) wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I DIDNT KNOW THE GUY U WERE TALKING ABT IS AH TAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, you know lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Haha, I didn't tell Tat about this blog initially.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he got wind of it, ahem.&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction... "OMG!!!!!!!!!....."&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is just as well, about time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I was just too embarassed at that time, when he told me that he has read EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Yah, it was indeed a 'roller-coaster' thingy between the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Think most of you sorta know lah hor.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to our friends about it, well thanks Josh for the times when I said "YOUR FRIEND AH!". =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm glad things are kinda stable now, we talked it out, had a good and proper chat.&lt;br /&gt;The recent events in my life in the past two weeks, sorta made me realize a lot of things..&lt;br /&gt;And know where my heart was..&lt;br /&gt;Now, things are looking good and getting better!&lt;br /&gt;Somebody also quite sweet har.&lt;br /&gt;My sister and Tat are now alliances. Zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some photos we took at Josh's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFQSHwtI/AAAAAAAAABk/Pl0R4q8e_eQ/s1600-h/n502452749_695296_9461.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326069745533650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFQSHwtI/AAAAAAAAABk/Pl0R4q8e_eQ/s320/n502452749_695296_9461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The LightWeights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFgSHwuI/AAAAAAAAABs/y8th4HSMb9c/s1600-h/n502452749_695298_2107.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326074040500962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFgSHwuI/AAAAAAAAABs/y8th4HSMb9c/s320/n502452749_695298_2107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The couples where all the guys are of the same height, and so are the gals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFgSHwvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-sEosAdhkFQ/s1600-h/n502452749_695378_6030.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326074040500978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFgSHwvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-sEosAdhkFQ/s320/n502452749_695378_6030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me with the SLY look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFwSHwwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WnDqv7Hs54Y/s1600-h/n502452749_695379_7238.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186326078335468290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFwSHwwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WnDqv7Hs54Y/s320/n502452749_695379_7238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid Simon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On an ending note, I realized people whom I have not told about my breakup, also knew abt it?&lt;br /&gt;How on earth would they know ah? *shocked*&lt;br /&gt;Summore I wasn't in contact with them for a long time can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good also lah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, when I do get attached, hee hee, you'll know. =)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-949955236135919690?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/949955236135919690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=949955236135919690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/949955236135919690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/949955236135919690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-long-long-time.html' title='Its Been A Long Long Time.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R_mIFQSHwtI/AAAAAAAAABk/Pl0R4q8e_eQ/s72-c/n502452749_695296_9461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-6966783314711520966</id><published>2008-04-04T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:24:00.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Loved...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>OVER YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjobz-SPg0E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjobz-SPg0E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now that it's all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You took a hammer to these walls,&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall,&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of others opened up,&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm putting my heart back together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;Well I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8904588852936514668-6966783314711520966?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6966783314711520966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=6966783314711520966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/6966783314711520966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/6966783314711520966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/over-you.html' title='OVER YOU.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-7288318947595955635</id><published>2008-02-19T20:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:23.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zouk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>My Smashing Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In summary, I had a &lt;strong&gt;SMASHING&lt;/strong&gt; weekend, and I felt really happy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Friday Night - Full fledged clubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Saturday - Chill out @ his place and supper with his frenzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sunday - NUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some thoughts that I have within the past two months, I felt it was so tiring being the gf I was during the past years, very tiring, like a freaking maid, now someone has become that maid HAHA, dumped by ME, who I realise is guilty of ALL vices, bleah.. One of my friends commented, "now U know what you DONT want, not really more of knowing what you WANT." So, I find myself feeling really absolut of all these stupid shit now, since the start of 2008, it is like I have been 'released' from prison kinda. Woot. =) People say that for idiots that jump into another r/s just like that, bringing to family and stuff, has totally no feelings or regard for you, I so agree. At least I consider myself more humane, I have feelings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had never indulged myself in full fledged clubbing. It was chillout at Brewerkz with Fiona &amp;amp; gang! Dinner also must drink beer one leh, they made me da the whole mug, no escaping. I'm beginning to have an indulgence for beer, I dunnooo whyy... and Zax was like "You're one of the rarest gals I see who loves beer." Haha.. After dinner, I headed to Concourse to meet him for awhile, and just talk talk talk.. Then Mr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zax ah Zax, he came to pick me up from Concourse and he freaking drives damn recklessly leh, but I dunno why I still feel kinda safe, though the rest were grabbing the handles, and I DIDNT OK. LOL. Headed to ZOUKie, clubbed till 4 till Phuture closed, walau the music rocks can. We didn't drink as much as our previous clubbing night, but we definitely got all flushed up and high. After that, it was TEOCHEW Porridge time, haha and that was the time when one of the guys asked about my age. He thought I was 22? LOL. Thanks leh, and for protecting me from the stupid men in the club. And this guy confiscated my Handphone lor, plus all my cards and stuff were with him, cos I was just damn busy with my phone that night liddat. Then I saw a call from someone? WTH. We headed for home after that, ZAX happily was speeding at 160 KM/hr to my place?! Walau, haha but I really trusted my life in his hands leh, usually I get very tensed up and all. Home at SIX. Bathed, smsed my gal, and DROPPED DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Mommy saw me up at 1pm or so, I was still tired, but I couldnt really sleep anymore at that time. Then she sat on my bed and chatted with me, ask me where I go la, what time I came home, and went with whom... So I told her what I did and stuff, she just said "Hiao leh you.." She cooked me porridge, yum yum, and went online for a while, chatted and stuff, then I went back to sleep again!!! OMG. What a pig. I woke up, after awhile, he asked me over to his place to chill out, while he continued doing his writing, he was sooo busy, but he did mention, no matter HOW busy, he will still make time for me.. Awwww.. I never had that before!!! KNS right? I only had "IM DAMN BUSY. TTYL TTYL." crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;It was fun chilling out there, he was quite a good host, food lah, drinks lah, and had a laptop for me to play around to watch some movies while he did his writing. We chatted a lot in between, and shared about a lot of stuff, I really like this kinda sharing. I love sharing. Then it was supper after, cos he wanted to bring me to meet his friends. =P Home at 4, talked to Jean till 4+, bathed and slept at 5+. Zzzz... My mommy never kowpeh about me out two nights in the row, hahaa I dont think she bothers abt it anymore also, she knows who I'm out with anyway, that's e most impt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH. My &lt;strong&gt;FORTUNE COOKIE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let go of dejected memories, it might assist you in obtaining an unexpected but romantic relationship."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FWAH, I got FREAKED OUT when I saw it. Do you know I actually had this cookie on CNY Day 1, when we were still distancing ourselves, but I just didn't feel like eating it then. If I did, I would have been really happy and start hoping. But I DIDNT, and now looking back, OMG, it is like so true. Freaky but happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;He was really sweet recently, though he cannot meet me much for now, as his publication is due for printing this Friday.. but it is okay, I also have things to busy myself with this week, my social life!! =P Saturday is reserved for moi.. We were sorta planning and discussing about that day, hehe, and he said "I think it will be a good day out, and I'm gonna quickly finish my stuff these few days so that I can enjoy that Sat in peace." =) We were also discussing about some of his plans that he has, from nitty gritty like mobile phones, to his overseas trips coming up, and the upcoming events in my life. I think this relationship is sooo different, it might still be too early to say, but I feel so comfortable now. It is a feeling that I had never experienced before... He asks and respects my opinions, basically respects me as a person, which is good, it is manners as well isn't it? Shows your upbringing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was thinking that if I do get attached, I am SO gonna keep up and maintain my social life like I have now.. I think I am already pretty busy with my own stuff, I do not even have time for MASKS. And it is not even revolving around him at the moment leh.. Include him, fwah.. KEEP A BALANCE, it is all about time management. I don't even HAVE time for DOTA, except for the games with Simon and Gerald Teong and his friends. ACJC brat, played a horrible prank on me. KNS. Will kill him when I see him, make me jump OFF my chair, SCREAMED, and RAN OUT OF MY ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost died of heart attack, and he was soooo damn complacent about it, laughing like an idiot, gloating at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, my boss is Good LOOKING, despite being married and stuff. HAHA. Gosh, I'm so busy this week, with only one day with him, the rest, all my stuff.. Actually had stuff on Sat, but it was cancelled. I'm SOOO gonna miss my MELLLLLLLLLLLLL.............................. Here are some photos, my facebook has more.. Busy busy busy, I love my life now. Rock On Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168894335905021058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R7uaAzUlvII/AAAAAAAAABU/XkwsQlemRyI/s400/16022008151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168894778286652562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R7uaajUlvJI/AAAAAAAAABc/Mk4tn1YrW3M/s400/1_718128889l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-7288318947595955635?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7288318947595955635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=7288318947595955635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7288318947595955635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7288318947595955635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-smashing-weekend.html' title='My Smashing Weekend.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/R7uaAzUlvII/AAAAAAAAABU/XkwsQlemRyI/s72-c/16022008151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-3156837775810687216</id><published>2008-02-11T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:36:55.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Fuck The 19th Lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LOL. That was what he said, 4 days after distancing ourselves, when I asked him about the 19th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason&lt;/u&gt;: "...... ........ *mushy stuff* ...... ...... Yes I do like you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OMG! He also mentioned that he had things sorted out pretty good in his head! Good, I like this kinda thing, very MAN, not draggy. This is how it should be, if he told me No, I'd have gladly accepted it with open arms and move on. Life's short isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAHAHA. I'm happy to the moon leh, can fly already, haha too soon lah hor, awhile later maybe. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Previously, he had also told me that "If anything happens, I wanna make sure u r the one I like wholeheartedly.. I want to be fair to you.." He kinda understands what a girl would need, or rather what I would need, I never felt all these before ever? What have I been missing out on? I am glad the past r/s failed in his hands, otherwise I WILL BE THE ONE regretting, whether or not I end up with this guy, isn't the point, cos I now know there are better people around. Thanks for saving me this regret, I have one less now. It doesn't matter anyway, to him, I'm always the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a side note to some loser whom I REALIZED had been reading. I'm glad those who heard the rubbish verified with me and chose to believe me instead.. I cant believe what I heard, this is SO childish and immature, actually pushing all the blame to ME, so he can get her into the picture with ease. I told u right, you'll be with her, congratulations with shit.. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My reputation is built up with sincerity, and not with shit like yours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I've no problems, cos they ended up protecting me still, when I had not spoken to them about it, that shows how I TRIED to protect him &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt;.. This is amazing, I'm beginning to realize how &lt;u&gt;blind&lt;/u&gt; I was in the past. So be it, u chose to ruin yourself by trying to ruin me, it is SO NOT MAN and not glam at ALL, pure conduct with utter disgust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&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/8904588852936514668-3156837775810687216?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3156837775810687216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=3156837775810687216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3156837775810687216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3156837775810687216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck-19th-lah.html' title='Fuck The 19th Lah.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-819759129103316755</id><published>2008-02-06T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:42:31.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Heart To Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a real heart to heart chat with him yesterday night, after I got home.&lt;br /&gt;I think he got another shock from me.  Wahaha..  Poor guy, I left him in utter confusion. =P&lt;br /&gt;This is what I feel we had - Communication.  More of my part now, cos he doesn't really know how to react yet, yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by saying what I said, I have made him put on his &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINKING CAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha, he used to use his cap for his writings and his nonsense crap.  LOL, now it will be about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think at the end of the conversation, we both felt a strange sense of temporary loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;19th FEBRUARY..............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IS THE DAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After hearing what he said last night, my hopes are even higher than before, but I think I'll just let it be.. =) I kept smiling to myself from within.  I slept with a smile on my face.  I smiled to myself while reading his smses/ my budd's smses in the train today.  =)  First thing in the morning, I called her and told her what happened.  Haha..  She said she's really glad I managed to let him feel special, cos she can totally relate to him..  If I really did that, its a nice thing, I feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope all things turn out good.  If not, no worries.  Next chapter in life, here I come!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realized I have taken a very positive outlook in life, and become much more cheerful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is good lah, good for me..  Joanie has grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, let's start this off together.... =)  I await positively.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-819759129103316755?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/819759129103316755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=819759129103316755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/819759129103316755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/819759129103316755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart To Heart.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-1430992386854006481</id><published>2008-02-04T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:31:59.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zouk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wake Up Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been a few days since the day I professed my feelings towards him.  Haha, but I still am longing for him, though it has been kept in control, cos the hopes aren't there anymore.  Like what my budd says,&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he probably likes me to a small extent, &lt;em&gt;a very small extent&lt;/em&gt;, and he probably doesn't realize it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told him to give me a wake up call on Sat, he did, very punctually some more, but..  I didn't hear.  HAHA, he called me once, messaged me, nudged me.  Bleah.  Nothing worked.  Haha, I forgot to tell him, I always need more than one call.   Actually, these wake up calls, started with him, cos of the meetup that day, which he is afraid that he might over sleep and be late for the meetup with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, I had an sms from him late in the night, asking me to do him a favor, if it was okay, to wake him up at 730am, I happened to wake up, upon receipt of his sms, and I replied.  I was having a nightmare and I was glad his sms woke me, so that stupid nightmare would END INSTANTLY, I really hated the nightmare.  Haha, he didn't expect me to wake up and reply, was sorry that he woke me, but I like to think he saved me instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So at 730am, which is my wake time every morning, I picked up my handphone and called, I was still in slumber, just got up only, was still in bed.  Hehe, his sleepy voice, so cute.  I said, "Hello, time to wake up.. mm, k ah, bye bye..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My budd was saying that we still aren't really treating one another like brudder and sista.  Perhaps I should use the term brudder more often ya, I shall start it from tonight.  =)  He was concerned when I was out drinking on Friday night, messaged to ask if anyone was with me, and whether I could get home safely.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During mambo night, as the guy I'm with just broke up with his gf, he told me to just be careful, cos he'll be vulnerable, and that his hands should stay where they should belong, AWAY FROM JOANIE.  Wahahhaa... =P  Main point:  Just be careful lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday night, I actually chatted with him till 4am.  omg.  How come there are so much stuff to talk about??  Talk loh, talk until happy happy, knowing I have church at 8 the next day, I gathered I shall forgo the sleep and make up for it on Sunday afternoon, when I slept from 10am till 4pm.  Wahahaha..  I'm happy lah, I do not know about him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's My Life. I'm Livin' It, I'm Lovin' It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-1430992386854006481?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1430992386854006481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=1430992386854006481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1430992386854006481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1430992386854006481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/wake-up-calls.html' title='Wake Up Calls'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-3459454788841619193</id><published>2008-02-01T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:16:38.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Joanie Is A Brave Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was talking to my Fiona babe for 3 whole hours regarding this little confusion I had in my heart. I was curious, I actually went to browse my history, I CHAT WITH HIM EVERY SINGLE DAY AND NIGHT, without fail. The moment he comes on, or I come on, he'll initiate a conversation with me, and my heart will beat just by seeing him, hor Fiona, u know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to write about yesterday's meetup with him, but I think I shall just skip the details lah. It was a good luncheon, and nothing short of happiness and laughter, again. I was very happy, put it simply. You know, it is very difficult to find someone who can make your heart beat. Before meeting, we still continued sms-ing each other. haha, cant get enough of each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. Why am I a brave girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BRAVEST THING IN MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;, which all my friends applauded me for, and were shocked, when I told them about it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I PROFESSED MY FEELINGS TO HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe to this day, how brave I was. I was actually afraid that he might run away. That would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I do not want to lose a good friend, who comforts me when I'm down, who cheers me up when I am sad, who makes me laugh when he knows I'm emo. This is the first time I did this to ANYONE in MY LIFE, when everyone else was like "Huh? U sure or not?" But Fiona encouraged me to go ahead, I had to do it (and she understood why), if not I'll just fall deeper in love with him every single day, with higher hopes with each passing day. With 0 hopes, comes 0 disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was [pleasantly] surprised, but I think he might have guessed it already. =P cos of the way he spoke to me before I professed to him. I really like him A LOT, though I've met guys and stuff along the way recently, NONE of them had touched my heart like he did, NONE of them had chemistry with me like he did.. Experiencing all these adrenaline once again, is a really wonderful feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hee, I like my man whose English is powderful, dialects also power, his cheena haha, but some of his phrases that he mentioned, I don't even know it myself lor. Bluff me one. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He says his humour works on me so much, cos &lt;em&gt;I always respond correctly for his immediate comebacks&lt;/em&gt;. =P Others probably didn't get it, or just simply can't be bothered. It's probably the latter. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, we are still as close as brudder and sista. =) It was mainly to get it off my chest, I knew what the result would be, and I've gained a brudder at the end of the day, which is good, I really do not want to lose such a great friendship. I am NOT a person who LEAVES REGRETS for herself, which was how I handled my previous r/s, leave NO regrets for myself, and I will not ever regret that path I took. Moreover, he isn't selfish like others are, to keep me by his side, while he's unsettled. I'm so glad he handles things properly, even Fiona agrees with me totally, applaud him for the way he handled the situation. He said he felt that was the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least I can move on, searching for another, though my heart is still longing for him, a tear rolled down my cheek, I slept through the night, with only thoughts of him. It doesn't matter, I shall let it be, until another new someone comes along. =) I'm still loving every day and every other day. Remaining positive! At least for 2008, I have no horrible anxiety, no mental torture, which DESTROYS my health. I'm SO glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-3459454788841619193?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3459454788841619193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=3459454788841619193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3459454788841619193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3459454788841619193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/joanie-is-brave-girl.html' title='Joanie Is A Brave Girl.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-7824115281798231320</id><published>2008-01-28T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:11:55.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eat'/><title type='text'>The First Meetup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that was what I was feeling. OMG LAH.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened today was a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blessing in disguise&lt;/span&gt;, from what I thought might be a bad start for a Monday. I forgotten to bring the most important thing out of the house - My Wallet.&lt;br /&gt;See the consequences of vanity? Change bag lah, change until I forgot to put my wallet in the other bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;Well, he got wind of what happened. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN...&lt;br /&gt;He decided to come down all the way to meet me for lunch! OMG. I was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he knows I have no money for food, but I do have some coins left to take a MRT trip home, he also double checked with me to see if that amount is enough, I told him I have checked it online and it is sufficient. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I had enough to take a trip to Bugis, to meet him for lunch there, so I made my way there, I was actually quite nervous, haha never felt this way in such a long while and I kept smiling non stop on the way there, lol, this is bad. He was supposed to be a little late, but he was anyhow still punctual, so end up he had to wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat the Parklane Wanton Mee. He ordered an extra plate of wanton, and he commented that why does the wanton now looks like just pure wanton skin. The filling like.. NOTHING liddat. The meal was on him, haha, anyway, he had NO choice, cos I dont have money to pay for it anyway. I ate like a tortoise as usual, but there were no complaints. =P Anyway, he already knows that I eat very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the toilet and visited his bro's stall there. He wanted to buy a pack of food for me in case I got hungry in the afternoon, but I decided to give it a miss, cos I was DAMN full, so next time ok? Thanks for the thought. I'm also helping to spread the word about the stall already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the MRT, where I had no coins left to buy the ticket. I was about to be stuck down there, then he said "So miss, you need your coins now?" I'm like "Erm, yes haha.." Then he took out a small pouch of coins for me!! "There you go." There was like around 8 to 10 bucks worth of coins in there, and it was his ear phones pouch, very nice lei, I like the pouch very much! Haha, I dont know why, but I'm happy that he actually prepared that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of other things we chatted about. Overall, I'm very happy. =) He said to forget about returning the meal, wow. I usually always 'must' return those meals. My parents have been coming to my room more often now and asking, "Why are u laughing to yourself all the time ah? Mad ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smile at them and "Hee"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-7824115281798231320?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7824115281798231320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=7824115281798231320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7824115281798231320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7824115281798231320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-meetup.html' title='The First Meetup!'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-9063472823119853669</id><published>2008-01-27T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:07:16.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Support'/><title type='text'>Best Decision EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks like my predictions were all correct. I made the best decision in life ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then what were you expecting to happen?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing lor. I expected that to happen, it's so duh.&lt;br /&gt;Lost to a bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I dont think you lost. I think you won.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ditched someone who cannot be faithful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND SHE picked up &lt;strong&gt;'something'&lt;/strong&gt; that you ditched."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;"Now you know what you want, and when you get it, you'll would have achieved happiness. TIO BOH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This guy ah.. really knows how to cheer me up. I'm very glad he's always there to put a smile on my face. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He can even predict what I was thinking!! -&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Talk to you for a few weeks, I can read your mind already. HAHA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just this within a span of few weeks of non-stop chatting, my msn history at my home PC is already MAXED out. OMG LAH. Archive #1! I hope he comes to work at Tras Street soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Since when are 'mistresses' NOT bitches?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha that got me thinking. Go think about it. It is always like this anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for the phone call. You always call me at that crucial moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A REAL MAN can only drive ONE car at any one time. No matter how fucking rich you are, you may buy more than one car, BUT at the end of the day, you can ONLY drive ONE car at a TIME, not TWO. Too bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends are just simply cool. Watched Atonement on Friday night. It was a slow movie, but only certain people will appreciate this kinda movie. At the end of the movie, we appreciated the movie very much. It was really nice. The chill out session was damn fun and entertaining. We didnt wanna walk around much, chatted at NYDC instead. Wanted to mudpie, at the end nope, didn't indulge in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday was chaufferred for lunch nearby. Hee, we kept walking back and forth. Buy his TOTO, ate lunch, den went to Popular to get some tape, which didn't have his size. Alamak. Waited so damn long for his carpark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was supposed to be out in the afternoon, but something really sad happened, so it was cancelled. I'm sure he's very happy there in heaven yar. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At night, was at a friend's birthday party, at a very posh terrace house. Very nice. And very expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday haha I actually got down to making Kueh Pai Tee! Made 100 of them. Not easy ok, sweat like hell, but it was fulfilling. I was supposed to head down to Sentosa actually, but I didn't wanna leave regrets for myself, so I decided to forgo Sentosa instead. =) I had only one regret in life so far, which is related to my grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After saying what I should have last night, this stupid childish SOAP DRAMA has finally come to an END. PERIOD. Not gonna have anymore of this kinda shit ever again. Karma will strike, I need not do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time will heal all my wounds, it is just a matter of time. I'm already in that process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had peace last week, well deserved peace. I may still be upset now n then, but I'd rather this than torment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope my little wish can come true!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-9063472823119853669?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9063472823119853669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=9063472823119853669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/9063472823119853669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/9063472823119853669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-decision-ever.html' title='Best Decision EVER'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-1627900707110607</id><published>2008-01-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:36:27.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>A mixture of feelings – Dashed Hopes &amp; Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling my heart experiencing adrenalin&lt;br /&gt;I have not experienced this in a LONG WHILE. Feels good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he made me really LAUGH SO HARD, I couldn’t contain it. I seriously couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;I have not laughed so hard in such a LONG WHILE. A stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;And he mentioned, “eh it is very easy to make you laugh lei. I realize when you talk to me, you keep laughing a lot. Must charge you entertainment fee.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he sent me a YouTube video of somebody laughing. OMG it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;The MOMENT I stepped into home, the first thing, Jean! Show the video to Mom &amp;amp; Dad NOW!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. They also laugh until peng.&lt;br /&gt;Super classic laughter lah – HYUK HYUK HYUK HYUK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him I showed my parents liao. He said “OH, I hope you didn’t mention my name.”&lt;br /&gt;LOL too late, your name is known liao. Of course, I shall let my parents know who made me so happy isn’t it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was a little tantrum gal. He meant it as a joke, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn’t feel like taking it as a joke lei. Den I didn’t wanna reply.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, he kan chiong already. =) “Sor Zhai”&lt;br /&gt;Then my handphone rang with his incoming sms. =) then I replied immediately. Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;See, just make an effort to ‘hong’ me, I’ll be fine afterwards. So easy, an easily contented gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been forgo-ing DOTA as well, just to chat with him.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was addicted to DOTA, but I guess it is untrue.&lt;br /&gt;When you can forgo DOTA just like that, without having the itch to play it, it says something.&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping at 1am, talking happy nonsense, tired, but I will not complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared some things about our little experiences with opposite sexes.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing is good, always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;As for dashed hopes, it has to do with him as well.&lt;br /&gt;But it is for ME to know, and for U to find out. =) *secret*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-1627900707110607?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1627900707110607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=1627900707110607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1627900707110607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1627900707110607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/mixture-of-feelings-dashed-hopes.html' title='A mixture of feelings – Dashed Hopes &amp; Happiness'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-4932835398564976232</id><published>2008-01-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:25:54.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Season of Breakups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realize I have been blogging more often now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because I feel happy. Then it is nice to blog about happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates first of all.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard sent the two pretty ladies home again =)&lt;br /&gt;I offered to pay for the car park, by using my cash card instead of his.&lt;br /&gt;He said NO NEED LAH, at the most if you feel bad, treat me to a dinner.&lt;br /&gt;One dinner from each gal. Hehe. Then I said no difference mah, I pay car park for u for a few times. =P nvm lah, it’s his choice. I’m ok with anything. At least I’ve offered ya. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got chatting in the car, talking about how lame my lecturer in class was.&lt;br /&gt;He saw someone eating MOS Burger, then he said he also ate MOS, and the fries served there are huge. OKAY. Not funny lei. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said another something very lame.&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of women who are the same:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mother&lt;br /&gt;2. Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom makes you cry, when she first brings u into the world.&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of your life, your ‘wife’ will be the one making you cry. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about this, he say NOT FUNNY LEI, he is much more funnier than that. Haha I agree lah, hor. I know la, it is totally Lame-ness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;In the car, suddenly Gerard was talking about Valentine’s Day. It is gonna be sian, cos he’ll be alone! “Huh?!”&lt;br /&gt;Yup, he just broke up with his gf last Friday. “But How Come?”&lt;br /&gt;Different characters, cannot come to a compromise. “I know she just wants attention from you right?” But I am not willing to give. “But How Come?”&lt;br /&gt;Contact was DROPPED from that day onwards, hmm, why so clear cut one? And mine wasn’t?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure ANY guy would know what he can give, and what he cannot.&lt;br /&gt;It is bullshit if anyone doesn’t. Well, I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I was rational and I picked up courage to drop everything like a pin, and I’m finally having some peace. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend’s gf just broke up with her bf, totally clash of personalities.&lt;br /&gt;I was telling her, every couple will have problems DEFINITELY, it is just HOW the couple GOES ABOUT solving the problems TOGETHER, instead of SLEEPING OVER IT, which I think is so useless, it does not improve / solve things AT ALL. Agreed hands down.&lt;br /&gt;They dated for 6 months prior to that; I felt that it was quite a long time to date, instead of my previously one month nia. And if it was quite some time, they both should have gone thru quite a bit, but things change, people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closing statement: My good friend said it seems like a season of breakups. Ya, hearing from two people in the same day, I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-4932835398564976232?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4932835398564976232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=4932835398564976232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4932835398564976232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4932835398564976232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/season-of-breakups.html' title='A Season of Breakups'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-9051593201616085531</id><published>2008-01-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:03:17.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>Harrassment/ Joy - The Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harassment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some can be really bloody irritating. Never seen anyone acting like this ever. *bleah*&lt;br /&gt;Blocked that person finally on Friday, it was disturbing, and everything about it was just crap.&lt;br /&gt;Further later into the night, I unblocked, it would have been good if I was just deleted off his msn. I would have some peace. I dont really like blocking people right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged in Battle.net, the harassment started again, but haha who cares now. I dont give a damn, put it simply. I just continued playing the game with my friend instead. Stupid crap. Can't be the least bothered. Waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was laughing like I had something tickling me non stop. Couldn't stop the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Jean asked if they could see what 'he' had been msg-ing me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, they have seen it, and LAUGHED over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now my handphone is just filled with his smses, which brings me only smiles, no anger, no anguish. =) and smses from my family, n of course my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny sia. I told him I am currently doing mask mask. He asked if it was green in colour. &lt;em&gt;'They call me Cuban Pete! When I play the maracas, they go chik chiky boom, chik chiky boom'&lt;/em&gt; LOL, NONSENSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel &amp;amp; I realized one thing: I do a lot of research while communicating with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. He lah! The things he SAY and TALK about sometimes I have never heard about/ before, and I have to find out what he was talking about. =P But it is a good thing, I can learn something new everyday isn't it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shown my dad his drawing =) we spent quite a while discussing on the ideas of his deep shelf. haha. interesting. =P My dad will check out with his colleagues on this matter.. Hope his idea can be real! Then I wanna see the fruit of his labour as well! hahaa.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know how to write our Chinese Names by heart already. =) Wheeeeeeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;Tested him, failed initially, barely lah. Haha, but he told me after he was being corrected, he never forgotten it anymore aww.. so sweet har.  He said "Your HUI very hard to write can?"  Can can, now you've mastered it isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I dreamt of ZM &amp;amp; his gf last night. Weird dream. Haha, at least no other stupid dreams anymore! Yippee! Gonna have sweet dreamz tonight I bet cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bur BYE!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-9051593201616085531?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9051593201616085531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=9051593201616085531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/9051593201616085531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/9051593201616085531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/harrassment-joy-irony.html' title='Harrassment/ Joy - The Irony'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-5532244581119001141</id><published>2008-01-17T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:02:27.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>A New Someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A new year, a new start, a new beginning. Is there a new someone coming along? My heart seems to be racing. It was his personality that attracted me. I have not felt the racing thingy for such a long time already. I didn’t expect to feel like this. It has been YEARS since I last felt this way already. My attention had diverted ever since day 3-4 of my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was very amused by the way he could make me laugh, until I cried. If I cry, it must have been GOD DAMN FUNNY. I know what kind of guys attracts me – HUMOUROUS GUYS. =P She was beside me during the MSN conversation, she also end up laughing nonstop. Things all started with FUCKUZ ENTERTAINMENT, and both of us were VERY entertained by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name had been going round my house lately. Mom asked about him, what he does and stuff. And all of them would be suaning me NON STOP. Haha. Walau, don’t suan me already lah, I get so shy and keep smiling naturally from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in the train, when I received his sms, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling so widely. I think the people around me all thought I am a mad woman. No proper dates yet, I do not know if I’m ready for this yet or not, but now is just the getting to know each other better stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yesterday, the moment it is offline for us, it was sms. The moment it’s online, it was msn. OMG OMG. Chatted with him non-stop for 5 hours straight, I really have no idea how come we have so many topics to talk about. He actually forgo his sleep just to chat with me. And on the way home with Jean after work, I couldn’t stop talking to her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me the HONDA DOMINO, BLOODY COOL CAN?! It was amazing, and I’m so impressed by it. Haha, he was saying maybe next time he design a special cube, he would name it JOAN COMPLEX SQUARE. To me, it looks like a disco cube lah I think, IF you add in your lights lah, sound lah, then I say why don’t you just add in the mirrors then. Gonna show my dad the technical drawing which he did in like 20 mins? Looks very professional man, the concept of that shelf drawers are damn cool, I like. I guess it would look very chio. Black exterior gloss finish, and hot red interior gloss finish – like what Jean managed to guess haha. =) CHIO, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other topics that we had chatted about. HAHA. But all I can say is that IT IS DAMN FUNNY lah. =P My parents while walking past my room, would just happily say “TALKING TO HIM AH?! KEEP LAUGHING LIKE MAD WOMAN!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very late for work today, like ONE HOUR late kind? Cos I think it is because it was my 1st day of work the previous night, and I went for class as well. So I was VERY exhausted. Came home, Terence wanted to play dota, ok play lor, company u... Then I chatted on MSN with him for about 15 mins, omg, 1AM. DIE. So I was 10 mins late for work, at night, Mommy scolded me for being late, say how CAN?! Jean happily blame him lor, say I talk to him online, talk until so late, then wake up late. I said “no lor, only talk for 15 mins what, if want then just blame on my dota game lor.” Jean’s reply “WAH so fast so protective of somebody already ah...” TSK TSK. *haiz, where got sia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mind is currently having thoughts of him non-stop. Maybe this is what you call “Like”, but we’ll see how things progress yar. Let nature takes its course. Maybe nothing, maybe something. Till then!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-5532244581119001141?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5532244581119001141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=5532244581119001141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5532244581119001141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5532244581119001141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-someone.html' title='A New Someone?'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-8066454427807321993</id><published>2008-01-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:46:43.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m currently settling down in my new job.  First day of work, boss actually remembered that I dropped him a note last time regarding having a small and light laptop for work use. I was so touched.  Toilet is sweet smelling, nice, and no lack of toilet paper anymore. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a radio set near my area, CLASS 95 ROCKS.  Previously I wanted to bring my own radio set in my previous company, but there was already another colleague playing Gold 90.5.  Will clash, so never mind lor.  Be nice and give way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I quite like going to office, just that I have to wake up earlier now.  It takes a longer time now to get to where I am.  At least Daddy sends me to the MRT station every morning. Heng ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be reading shipping manuals meanwhile and play around with the shipping solution, to get myself up to speed. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-8066454427807321993?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8066454427807321993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=8066454427807321993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8066454427807321993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8066454427807321993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-job.html' title='My New Job'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-718630011552110973</id><published>2008-01-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:50:10.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zouk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><title type='text'>My 14 Days of Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 2008 to everyone. It is a new start of the year, and it is a new start for me as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;I had practically new things for everything, starting a new kind of life, new job, new bags, new watches, new clothes, new hairstyle, new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a total of 14 days of break, starting from day 1 of 2008, before embarking on my next job. =) Shiok right? Haha don’t need to envy me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wanted to talk a bit on my 14 days, but I sort of forgot the sequence and such. So to sum it up, thanks a lot dude for driving me around to get things done, to run my little errands, and run yours at the same time. I miss eating our beef kway teow, it was a real waste, stupid rain. Nobody ever drove me around to help get MY errands done, other than my mom. =P Pepper lunch was stinking, but haha u chose the wrong seat. The salesgirl even thought u were my bf, when I was doing the Paraffin waxing, then she asked “eh, why did your bf disappear?” But I corrected her, and I know my memory sucks. Yours is better, sorry lah. On another occasion, we went to the car workshop to get his air con repaired, I liked the cosy lounge, so comfortable until I can paint my nails there. Lucky u stayed away, you come touch my nails, I’ll kill you. I was clever right, bring my nail polish, I even got time to finish buffing my nails, while waiting for you... That was how long u took lor. Ahem. And Park Mall should revamp their entrance &amp;amp; exit of their carpark. Stupid &amp;amp; nonsensical, I agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally went for my MAMBO as well, after sooo long!! And damn, it tasted good. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my Timothy kor, after such a long time. He really walks like an uncle, walk so slow one. Then u happily tell all the people who u were lunching with, but I love your MAC!! It’s very chio. Nice catching up with ya. Looking forward to our clubbing session soon k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Jane Mommy &amp;amp; Carol Tai, as usual, I was the main topic of their suaning again. We went to rebond our hair! =) thus my new look... At first, I really look like a small girl, but after awhile, which is now, I think I look better already. Our hairstylist looks a little niang niang qiang, but when his gf came, then oh.. ok.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I was very involved in msn the past week, literally chatted on msn A LOT. So happen usually when it rained, I somehow was staying home for that day, and enjoy the weather in bed sleeping. My body clock was changed cos my sleeping time ranged from 2-4am. LOL, and why it was so late is because, I was either playing DOTA or msn-ing. AND I’M NOT A GIRL GEEK, I’m just a pro girl player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about DOTA, haha, my Night Stalker is somehow more pro than my Puck already. I didn’t expect it lor, NIGHT STALKER lei. I’m usually bad at playing melee heroes, my first game 10-1 already, I just happen to random Night Stalker man. Some other games, it will be 5-0 or 6-1 kind. Cool eh. Haha, Simon said “DONT SHOW OFF LA”. On most of other occasions, it was just practise with Terence. His nick is humkia, but I think most other players are more hum than he is, hor. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had also caught up with my TV dramas, after such a long time. =) It’s been pending and pending, FINALLY. Went for facials, packed up my messed up table after constant nagging from my mom. At least my room doesn’t smell like hospital like someone’s after cleaning up, HAHA. Eee... Tried micro-dermabrasion facial for the first time, Mel I know I’m slow at this =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my lovely grandma and godma for shopping in town. My Godma bought me a sweet top from Potpourri and she gave me a M.A.C. loose powder for Christmas!! So happy. Muacks. While eating lunch at Taka, both of them finally popped the question that they had been wanting to ask me for a VERY LONG TIME, keeping deep down to themselves. Dare not ask me, about my relationship. I just gave very simple answers lah. Over loh. It was shopping for the rest of the day, bought a pair of Giordano jeans that was on sale. Then went for class, then home! Thanks Gerard for sending the two pretty ladies home after class. Erm, this is a different Gerard, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my ex-client of mine as well, she was very nice to me. We met up at AMK, didn’t know whether wanted to eat @ Fish &amp;amp; Co or somewhere else, we decided to dine at the area near Jubilee, and chatted a lot. I told her, if she really needed help or something, just call my mobile, anytime. She was very upset that I had to resign and leave. I thanked her for giving me such confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not cleaned up my wardrobe yet lei, soon lah. Really NO SPACE left for new clothes already. SIGH, yet I keep buying. I just spent $187 on Mango yesterday. My arms are now aching from carrying so many heavy things home. ZZZ... DIE LAH. Hehe, all in all, I felt my break was very fruitful! I’m glad to have led the most fulfilling break ever. Thanks to all friends who brought me laughter and happiness. I was really very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-718630011552110973?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/718630011552110973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=718630011552110973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/718630011552110973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/718630011552110973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-14-days-of-break.html' title='My 14 Days of Break'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-5988103416015290041</id><published>2007-12-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:34:06.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pride &amp; Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is pride so important to a person?  I believe different people have different values of importance over certain characteristics.  I came across a quote which I felt was meaningful and true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"It's better to lose your Ego to the one you Love, than to lose the one you Love because of Ego."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made a lot of sense to me, and I'm not shy to say that I am someone who is willing to put all pride and ego down for the one that I love.  Well, why not if I find that he is worth it?  I've been through it, seen it, done it, felt it.  Well, I've lost all of my pride totally, but it doesn't matter.  It is just another lesson learnt for me.  I will pick myself up from where I fell and come back as a stronger girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that there should be any pride to speak of, when you are with your loved ones, whether it is your other half, or your family.  Why should there be?  I do not see any reason and I still cant find any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy asked me to take a tibetan test yesterday. lol.  and I tried it.  The results of the tests are as follows, in terms of importance:  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love, Family, Career, Money, Pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.  I place pride as the least important characteristic, money isn't that important to me either (so long as I've sufficient to lead a comfortable life), career is just for me to balance out my life (not that I need it so badly, but I'll always strive to make it a successful one if I'm at it), the most important is love and family.  You may be all down and out, but it is these two that will stay through the hardest and darkest moments in your life, to be there for you giving the support that any human will need, to stand up again.  Only with these two can you find career, money and pride.  Otherwise, you're just DUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know.. I really hate people taking me for granted, whether it is at work, at home, or in love, friends, everything.  And I feel it is appreciation that makes each other's life better?  Like at work, you may not be paid so well, but with appreciation, you'll want to work for your boss willingly and put pride in your work that you do.  At home and in love, you'll always do things willingly for your loved ones, but if it is not appreciated, you'll get tired one day, not that you need rewards in return, but it somehow keeps each other going so that you do not feel that you are the only one that is only giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-5988103416015290041?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5988103416015290041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=5988103416015290041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5988103416015290041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5988103416015290041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/12/pride-appreciation.html' title='Pride &amp; Appreciation'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-2210534422603421230</id><published>2007-10-31T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T12:09:45.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Little Updates</title><content type='html'>I never had a Hakka meal outside before, even though I'm a Hakka (cos I usually have home cooked Hakka meals instead) and I ate it for the 1st time at a Hakka Restaurant, with the birthday boy, and my buddy. =P A lot of my embarassing moments were mentioned. zzz.. lol then we proceeded to The Pacific Coffee Company to chill out.. It was a great night out, with alot of 'coughs' and 'clear throats' ahem, to company it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was on my way to work, while waiting for the train at Hougang MRT, it seemed that someone fainted, she laid on the bench.. while the medical officers were measuring her blood pressure, etc.. She had difficulty breathing man, and looked like she was really in pain. Hope she's fine now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'M SICK.. Down with flu, horrigible flu, and it becomes particularly irritating in air-con places, I cannot really breathe properly. Totally clogged up there, argh.. Been trying to stop myself from taking MC if possible, haha.. Anyway, I'm fully packed this week, so gotta catch up on my beauty sleep whenever I can.. Weekend is gonna be burnt already, and I still need to spend time to catch up on my studies.. I started studying a bit today already =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing DOTA just now, it was damn hilarious, with the little arguments here &amp;amp; there.. Jio-ed my friend, Terence, to join Simon &amp;amp; JQ in our game.. and this stupid ursa in our team, kept farming non-stop, kept going to NC, while we were there pushing like mad. Reason? I not enough HP, when he has ONE heart already, and currently farming for another. zzz.. MORON.. I tried one of the new items, and the new NAIX is damn GAY..  JQ, u r very funny, cant stop laughing man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;What I Want In My Other Half:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Mature, steady, caring, gives me a sense of security, advises me what to say during interviews, gives me opinions about certain things, ambitious (not overly ambitious until it become ridiculous), trustworthy, teaches me things, gives me little surprises! woo me until I become so touched, take good care of me (physically, mentally, emotionally)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-2210534422603421230?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2210534422603421230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=2210534422603421230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/2210534422603421230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/2210534422603421230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-updates.html' title='Little Updates'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-5323586847956867357</id><published>2007-10-22T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:52:52.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Loved...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Support'/><title type='text'>Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>Something hit me while chatting with one of my buddies.. and the result of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"I Finally Know What I Want In My Other Half." &lt;/span&gt;I just have to start searching again and pray to God to let me find a better one in future, but I do not need one now. I'm just taking time to heal up now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;To be successful, you have to make right decisions. It is the Experiences that let you make right decisions. You gain experience by making wrong decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when big things start to happen, and I don't mean small arguments / fights kinda thing, then I guess it is more of a wake up call, and then make THE decision. So it really was more of the 'big thing' being the ignition of history. If you are the girl in this situation, you may be asked this qn: "It took you &lt;em&gt;xxx &lt;/em&gt;years to know that he's not the one for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has a friend who was already planning the wedding with her bf, who was already into 6-8yrs of courtship together? Then like around one month before the wedding, the girl pulled out. How to react? The girl just suddenly snapped &amp;amp; realized that he simply just wasn't the one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Actually, all along, he wasn't the perfect person for me. Not that anyone is perfect. Now it is more of "I guess he's really not the right one for me", just that I never got down to doing anything about it. I knew of it all along and I more of accepted him as he is, accepted him as the one for me, and all his flaws. Even when I had been highlighted about his flaws, I still chose to accept it, and I was even willing to spend my life with him initially. I believed everyone had their flaws ya, and nobody is perfect. However, there is a limit as to how much one can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you might ask? For girls, we tend to want to stay in our comfort zone, once we're attached, especially if we are with our guy for a number of years. We are generally lazy to start all over again, to search all over again, to love all over again, and if we're comfortable with our guy, we tend to not even do anything about it -&gt; Cos those are not worth breaking up about, probably too minor to even consider about breaking up. However, I know there are girls, who can foresee this very early and did something about it there &amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was more of a "Love Is Blind" case for me. Too blind initially, cos I'm a soft-hearted person. It takes A LOT of me to give up on someone (some can't believe how much determination I had), but time proved everything, which led to THE decision. I quote: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"When I'm off, it will be off, and in one word - Forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this comfort zone thingy applies to a lot of girls, especially if the girl is already having dilemmas if this guy is the right one for her or not. It may even apply to jobs for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'd take another chance, take a fall&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothin new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I loved you with a fire red-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now it's turning blue, and you say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry" like the angel, heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late"&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/8904588852936514668-5323586847956867357?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5323586847956867357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=5323586847956867357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5323586847956867357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5323586847956867357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/10/comfort-zone.html' title='Comfort Zone'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-8929222616198830974</id><published>2007-10-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:44:16.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Moving On Well..</title><content type='html'>I've finally cut my hair at long last, looks a bit weird though, but it is okay after doing some styling, now must know how to style and all somemore.  Past few weeks, I've been spending money like crazy man, like water literally.  Worst hit was when I spent $300 one shot on 5 dresses, during my Dressing Spree. LOL, but well it is to pamper myself, so why not?  I have been pampering others except myself the past few months, it is time to treat myself better, and take care of myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also started using the beauty stuff that I've been buying together with Mel. =P good good!  The make up class was fun also, we learn that external beauty only consist of 20%, the balance of 80% comes from within, our internal beauty. Make up can only do so much, you need to take good care of yourself well, for you to shine from within.  And there were a few guys attending too.  Make up is a form of respect to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ACCA Budd was asking me: "Eh, have you started studying yet not?" I was like err.. Supposed to start last Sunday, but.. haha, I spent my Sunday going out and playing DOTA when I was home, cos I figured that was the only time left to practise before my match on Tuesday (that's tomorrow!)  Yesterday, I was super duper busy.  After work, went for ACCA, my other friend and I were like chatting about DOTA in class somemore lor.  I think everyone around us could hear us talking. zzz.. He only plays in LanCraft and REFUSES to believe that I actually play on B.Net. Kept asking if I was that PRO not? Cannot isit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zhao during break AGAIN (Raymond happily add see sure know you zhao one), go to Suntec meet my Kor..  By the time I went home, midnight.  Zzzzzzzz.. Super tired, felt dead and grumpy.  I was at work at 830am somemore for Project Meeting, but I was the only one there, besides my bosses, so meeting didn't start at that time anyway.  So I was like out since 745am till 12am..  What a long day.  I bathed quickly and stuff, was online for awhile then dropped dead in bed like a piggy for the rest of the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mel's good buddy and his friend, we ate at Ding Tai Feng.  Nice people.  Been sometime since I went there to dine already. =P  Yes, this weekend I'm booked already!!  Movie, and shopping and Make Up!  Woohooo..  Mel came out with this term BFB - wahaha, I love this term.  Only she knows, I know, and Raymond knows (So KPO lei) and Raymond, prepare to lose your bet to me bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My different friends have been telling me this same sentence.  How coincident that they should say about the same thing to me.  &lt;em&gt;"joan, i love u too... as a friend. all ur friends love u.  we dun hurt u in ways nt imaginable."&lt;/em&gt;  I love you guys.  *MUACKS*  Past week, I've moved on pretty well.  Bochap, bochap, bochap.  The songs "Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5 and Apologize - One Republic" TOTALLY relates to me, like TOTALLY..  I do not have anymore energy to TELL to do what is right anymore..  How appropriate of the movie Lust, Caution to show at this time.  Meant to be?  Nice company I had for the movie, and a lot was censored for the movie man, but who cares..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-8929222616198830974?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8929222616198830974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=8929222616198830974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8929222616198830974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8929222616198830974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/10/moving-on-well.html' title='Moving On Well..'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-6068774820549789184</id><published>2007-10-04T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:31:36.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Loved...'/><title type='text'>Upcoming Activities</title><content type='html'>Here are some of my upcoming activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Haircut - Oh God, my hair is super duper messy. I was contemplating whether to rebond it or not, but I decided against it as I need to save some $$.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Celebrate parents' birthdays.  Yup! Both of their birthdays are within a span of a week!  Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;3.  Clubbing - Go to MOS with Jane Mommy &amp; Clara maybe, and probably another clubbing session with Timothy Kor. =)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Make Up Class!  Wahaha, cant understand why I'm going for this?  My CLIENT actually asked me to join this with her. Not like I really needed it, but I just join for fun lor.  Pass time also, and probably can learn something new &amp; interesting.  Will need to bring a model down on my last lesson too, should be bringing my cranky sister. LOL&lt;br /&gt;5.  Meet up with buddy Mel, to collect the beauty stuff that we both shared to buy together. LOL. So vain lei we 2.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Try to study for ACCA?  LOL, I think i better get started on this soon, it is already October.  Exam for my MCQ Paper is probably in Nov, the other one in Dec, at least this time, it is pretty spread out.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Go register for ACCA Exams with my ACCA buds.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Play badminton, with ZM and gang?  Oei, tell me when r u organizing again lei.&lt;br /&gt;9.  DOTA Match with HIGH gang. Woot!  Gonna use my favorite Puck Puck.&lt;br /&gt;10. Shopping with Carol Tai &amp; Jane Mommy - We spent sooo much - Hypnosis, m)phosis - 5 dresses each, omg.&lt;br /&gt;11. Meet Mel's good friends for a meal &amp; chill out session. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wasting a lot of time on some nonsensical stuff, which is now over and done with, and I've started moving on with life.. and I MEAN what I said. I'm very firm with my decision this time and I will not look back.  Yes, I am fucking heartbroken, but this does not mean being together with him will solve the problem.  I guess I just need some time la, to heal up slowly, which I think I've been doing a great job so far isn't it?  =P  I hope so, tell me this is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things have gone to such a stage similar to "Broken pieces of glass" - No matter how you try to mend the pieces back, it will never be the same again, the cracks are permanent.  I made some predictions for the future, and I believe my predictions will turn out very true.  6th sense.  Wahaha.  Hope I can find my Mr. Right in time to come!  Where are you har?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I strongly believe in &lt;strong&gt;Karma &lt;/strong&gt;- "Don't do unto others, if you don't want others to do unto you". It doesn't have to be the exact same situation, it could be Karma in different perspectives.  - In the recent saga, I felt like the worst victim ever.  I ever contemplated doing something mean, but after a while, I guess I'm not that sort of person, don't wanna be a bitch.  I rather keep my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words to sum up everything: IT'S OVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-6068774820549789184?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6068774820549789184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=6068774820549789184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/6068774820549789184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/6068774820549789184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/10/upcoming-activities.html' title='Upcoming Activities'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-4188560387421726940</id><published>2007-09-25T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:25.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Happening Weekend</title><content type='html'>Had a happening weekend. Friday night was spent chilling out @ The Pump Room and One Nite Stand, after our exquisite sponsored Japanese dinner, cos someone was LATE. She can gulp 2 Singapore Slings before meeting us somemore, on an empty stomach, before meeting us. No wonder high lah, before dinner, I think the waitress also think she's crazy. Haha, wore my pretty new Mango dress, the music &amp;amp; Live Band @ The Pump Room was good, I enjoyed it, beginning to love R&amp;amp;B music more and more. =P Went with two happening ladies, haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Woke up late, as usual, supposed to go to the polyclinic, but I just simply could not get up man. Got my long awaited RAM for my PC, which was moving like an uncle, not cos of the speed, but cos of the RAM, it keeps making my PC getting asthma attacks. I can finally play DOTA again without lagging anymore. All my gangs know this. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ate so much mooncake in my life. LOL, we were at East Coast chilling out and celebrating in advance, for Mooncake Festival - Eat mooncake, play lantern, and light up sparklers - Like small kids right?! Haha, but it was fun ok. Tomorrow is the actual day. As usual, we bought more than we should. So balance how? Play game lor and eat as forfeit.. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some number guessing game, not so sure of the name of the game. AS USUAL, I kena bombarded again, always kena the forfeit, 5 times lor! wth?! Everytime also liddat, no matter what game. Argh. Thanks ZM &amp;amp; Dorine for bringing me and waiting for me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, Collin, never kena forfeit at all one lei.. All of us were trying VERY hard to make him kena.. His luck too good, can still say I'm his lucky charm.. Zzzz... Then why am I so suey then?? Feels different &amp;amp; good, when we do stuff like this to relive our childhood moments.. The mooncakes were really sweet, got whisky, rum &amp;amp; raisin, green bean, etc.. Eat mooncake also got alcohol, lol. Makes you feel really thirsty lei, kept drinking &amp;amp; going to toilet. By the time I got home by ZM's Vios, 4am.. They can still continue giving me riddles to guess, in the car, when I'm about to knock out already, no brain cells left, still ask me to think?!.. Zzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114068131229253010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RvjR3q8QvZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Daarft0JVNo/s400/P1020585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chio Bus &amp;amp; Yandaos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114068345977617826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RvjSEK8QvaI/AAAAAAAAABE/8KKONT72JdM/s400/P1020554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lucky Guy with No Forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See My Hand, Still Got Mooncake, Haven Finish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114068539251146162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RvjSPa8QvbI/AAAAAAAAABM/qF4Vk0nnZoM/s400/P1020552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can Happily Serve Me Mooncake, Again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-4188560387421726940?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4188560387421726940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=4188560387421726940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4188560387421726940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4188560387421726940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/09/happening-weekend.html' title='Happening Weekend'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RvjR3q8QvZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Daarft0JVNo/s72-c/P1020585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-7195961703066605524</id><published>2007-09-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:34:39.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Loved...'/><title type='text'>My Heart Is Dead.</title><content type='html'>This is the only word that I can describe my heart with - DIED, well not physically of course, otherwise, how would I still be typing here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I have made the right decision...  My feelings now. A bit loss for words, a lot of disappointment, when I found out about certain things again over the past two weeks. They are just simply a give away. To be able to do things like that right after a breakup, is just so disappointing. Protection. Respect. Care. Consideration. I realize I did not get these when I needed it, it must be told to be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ever since that fateful day of my breakup, I didn't realize it had been for a month now, I had been putting in a lot of effort to get through things, and of course, with the support of my friends and family around me, all of them. I love you guys. *muacks* At least, I have activities packed up week after week. :) if not, it will just be rest at home with family and cranky sister. LOL. My circle of friends have also widened the past month. New DOTA gang, new mahjong kakis, new clubbing friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can get through it, I'm a strong girl right? :) I had been through the worst, how much worse can it get? Time will heal all my wounds, I am actually looking forward to the month, starting the end of September, till probably end October. In the meantime, everyday will just pass in a flash. Soon, I'll gradually get rid of this habit that I currently have. It is just an addiction I must kick. Haha, my girl xiaoqing, told me that it is actually fun leading a single life. And I am currently single and available.. :) In life, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nobody is indispensable&lt;/span&gt;, not at work, not in love, not even at home. It is just how you go about handling your problems. Life goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-7195961703066605524?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7195961703066605524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=7195961703066605524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7195961703066605524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7195961703066605524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-heart-has-died.html' title='My Heart Is Dead.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-5489482579106737226</id><published>2007-09-06T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:06:34.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zouk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>My Poor Finger</title><content type='html'>An unfortunate thing happened to me after I left client's place.&lt;br /&gt;I boarded a cab, I was carrying my laptop bag, my handbag, and an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to sit in, putting down the two bags, following that, I wanted to close the umbrella.  Before I knew it, the door suddenly slammed the umbrella and my finger in between!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver immediately said 'Sorry sorry'.  I found it weird why he said sorry to me for?&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, oh no I didnt check my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;My finger's flesh was RIPPED off and bleeding profusely.  There was internal bleeding from underneath my nail.  There were a lot of tiny red spots ard the area, and couldnt be wiped off, cos they were all also internal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 mins, it suddenly hit me. "How could the door close just like this?"&lt;br /&gt;And it had hit me that it was actually cos he used the auto door to slam in on me!  WTF! =(&lt;br /&gt;I became damn pissed, cos first, I do not know if there is gonna be a fracture, and I will have a freaking scar for LIFE. Walau, this is the worst thing that can happen to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the cheek to ask me to pay for the cab fare!  Damn it.  Didnt even bother to check if I was doing ok, cos I was really in pain in the cab.  This kinda people dont deserve any mercy.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to make a complaint, thanks to Mommy who helped me send it out, the next day, the cab company called me up and said they will send me a fruit basket today, haha.  Plus she told me to keep all my medical receipts as the Insurance Company will call me up soon. (I hope, if not I'll go back to haunt her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My threshold for pain is quite high actually, think some of my friends can testify to this.  And I cried, cos it hurts so much, and I wished for someone to care for me then.  *upset*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, yesterday, I zhao class early again, during my break.  And on the way home, wahaha, then I saw Vincent &amp; the Jap looking guy (dunno what is that guy's name) whom I got to know just the last weekend @ Zouk.  Cute leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent:  "Joan!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *turns head around* Hmm?!  Eh hi!! So qiao?&lt;br /&gt;Vincent:  "Where you going now? What you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Home lor.  Haha I was at class actually, then I zhao!! LOL.  So what are you guys doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;Vincent:  "Haha, eh we are actually going to Zouk later.  You wanna come too?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Siao ah, look at how I dress."&lt;br /&gt;Vincent:  "U go home and change. Set, see you later at Zouk.  Bye bye."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  *LOL?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Xueling and Junrong also, have not seen them in ages..  Like since graduation..  And they are gonna get married next year!  And I'm going to be one of her 'jie mei' lor.  Wahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-5489482579106737226?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5489482579106737226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=5489482579106737226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5489482579106737226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5489482579106737226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-poor-finger.html' title='My Poor Finger'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-8394372653714266791</id><published>2007-09-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:26.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drink'/><title type='text'>Club!</title><content type='html'>Pictures taken @ Zouk!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Gal. Muacks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RtrgiaaRqRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lw5DFasQwsQ/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105640009387583762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RtrgiaaRqRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lw5DFasQwsQ/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RtrgKqaRqQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T9K1xkgFqOM/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105639601365690626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RtrgKqaRqQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T9K1xkgFqOM/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/Rtrf0KaRqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sFZPUtRrJhU/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105639214818633970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/Rtrf0KaRqPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sFZPUtRrJhU/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-8394372653714266791?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8394372653714266791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=8394372653714266791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8394372653714266791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8394372653714266791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/09/club.html' title='Club!'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HA46udrDl4/RtrgiaaRqRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lw5DFasQwsQ/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-1188228255591634560</id><published>2007-08-31T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:57:43.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo inspired by this video...&lt;br /&gt;Got Seh. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmvscrgXDv8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmvscrgXDv8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-1188228255591634560?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1188228255591634560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=1188228255591634560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1188228255591634560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/1188228255591634560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/08/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-5284412787067247353</id><published>2007-08-31T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:34:24.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>Damn Happy.</title><content type='html'>I'm damn happy last night, very very happy..&lt;br /&gt;I keep smiling non-stop =) =) =P&lt;br /&gt;And wow, there are people around the world who have really cool dance moves for that song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked my clay yesterday!!  Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped into office, I kena suan-ed by Hwee Leng, wah someone today feels very hot, need to turn down the air-con temperature. lol. and my hair today, lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Last Night... I Couldn't Even Get An Answer...&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/8904588852936514668-5284412787067247353?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5284412787067247353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=5284412787067247353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5284412787067247353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/5284412787067247353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/08/damn-happy.html' title='Damn Happy.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-8015989223033095239</id><published>2007-08-30T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:33:25.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love. Angel. Music. Baby.</title><content type='html'>HEAR THIS UPDATED VIDEO!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has a super cool beat and it rocks my house..&lt;br /&gt;I want the MP3 for this!!! Someone please??... *winks*&lt;br /&gt;This video is a bit 'delayed', but the best version I could find. Sobz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If I Told You Once,&lt;br /&gt;I Told You Twice&lt;br /&gt;You Can See It My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm All Cried Out&lt;br /&gt;With Nothing To Say&lt;br /&gt;Your Everything I Want It To Be&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Only See&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart Belongs To Me&lt;br /&gt;I Love You So Much&lt;br /&gt;I'm Hurting For Your Touch&lt;br /&gt;Come And Set Me Free&lt;br /&gt;Forever Yours I'll Be&lt;br /&gt;Baby Won't You Come&lt;br /&gt;And Take This Pain Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;I Need You&lt;br /&gt;And You Need Me&lt;br /&gt;This Is So Plain To See&lt;br /&gt;And I Would Never Let You Go&lt;br /&gt;And I Will Always Love You So...I Will&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Only See&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart Belongs To Me&lt;br /&gt;I Love You So Much&lt;br /&gt;I'm Hurting For Your Touch&lt;br /&gt;Come And Set Me Free&lt;br /&gt;Forever Yours I'll Be&lt;br /&gt;Baby Won't You Come&lt;br /&gt;And Take This Pain Away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvrDM3CFBIw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pvrDM3CFBIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-8015989223033095239?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8015989223033095239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=8015989223033095239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8015989223033095239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/8015989223033095239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-night-this-song-rox.html' title='Love. Angel. Music. Baby.'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-7063039040343178077</id><published>2007-08-30T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:57:28.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sotong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clay'/><title type='text'>Super Lun Zhun..</title><content type='html'>I'm not known as a Sotong for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night, I told myself remember to bring my notes for my class on Wednesday in the morning.  True enough, in a rush, I forgot to bring it out of my house yesterday morning.  *sigh*  My only hope was Jean, if she was coming to town, she could pass it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, ok she really did come to town in the evening, passed it to me, so I went for class, I had already bought my dinner, then I realized the usual classroom was occupied for another module?  Hmm, then I checked with the lady there, err, there is no class today?!  *walau*  So I went home loh, waste my time &amp; money on transport and food, wth.  If this is not Lun Zhun, I dont know what it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time doing Clay Lentils all night!!  =)  I'm gonna post pictures of our creations soon after it has been baked.  Woohoooooooooo..  Its so fun doing it lah..  Haha..  Keep rolling, rolling, rolling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why when I drink, my face becomes damn red, and I mean REALLY RED.  *wonders*  We dropped by Brussels Sprout for a beer, wahaha, the bartender's name very cute - VERT.  Carol cannot remember his name easily at first, so just think of the word "pervert" can liaoz. LOL.  And he shine his torchlight directly on my face to see how 'red' my face is, and he cant believe why my face can become so red..  I just happily blamed it on my genes.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Mommy also very vain now lor, highlight, necklace and your DKNY watch, walau damn chio.  Hee, actually, we cannot bring in outside food, but since got birthday, nvm la.  The power of ladies.  They even served us plates for our mini birthday cake celebration.  Really forgot to take pictures, damn it.  What a waste.  I think we were creating a lot of noise down there and scared the whole crowd away. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again to Carol &amp; Jane Mommy!! =)  One year older already, please behave ok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-7063039040343178077?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7063039040343178077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=7063039040343178077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7063039040343178077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/7063039040343178077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-lun-zhun.html' title='Super Lun Zhun..'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-3021165876714451962</id><published>2007-08-28T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:07:11.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughter'/><title type='text'>Laugh</title><content type='html'>I laughed to myself non-stop, and I'm sort of having the runs today.  Argh.  First, it was Melvin's dream that made me laugh damn hard (until my stomach damn pain lor), followed by stupid simon's interpretation of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, I have only myself to blame, lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flying Baby....:&lt;br /&gt;carol asked if u wanna fish for a whale?!&lt;br /&gt;acid burn ~ Toni:&lt;br /&gt;fish?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for wat? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guys?&lt;br /&gt;Flying Baby....:&lt;br /&gt;u too slow... not fun lah..&lt;strong&gt;yr frequency always off&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;acid burn ~ Toni:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;acid burn ~ Toni:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i saw fish for a &lt;strong&gt;while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Flying Baby....:&lt;br /&gt;KNS!!!&lt;br /&gt;acid burn ~ Toni:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha, what is WRONG with me?!  Initially, I really thought she meant "fish for a &lt;u&gt;while&lt;/u&gt;".  I was thinking why on earth would she want to go fishing for awhile first before going out?!  OMGOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, stop laughing at me now.  Stop it.  *bleah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-3021165876714451962?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3021165876714451962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=3021165876714451962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3021165876714451962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3021165876714451962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/08/laugh.html' title='Laugh'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-4184019382921565160</id><published>2007-08-27T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:07:55.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Support'/><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Friday night, had dinner followed by DOTA (just 1 game, and I was the leaver as well, cos started LATE loh, and then had to rush off), then watched the movie - HairSpray! LOL! Nice show! Some people found it draggy, but I thought it was pretty nice, Link was sooo damn cool and cute. Haha, Jane mommy wanted me to go drink with her with e rest, but my movie ends late lah. Sorry! Next round k? =) Thanks ZM for organizing it with the Settlers' gang.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for some Pilates trial session, followed by shopping at Future State and Watson's again, omg! This is not good, not good at all.. Burnt a further hole in my pocket. Zzzz....... Ate with my mama for dinner! Been such a long time since I last visited her already.  Her Peranakan food rocks!  Authentic good stuff!  At night, had further 4 hour DOTA session with new gang, &lt;em&gt;humkia&lt;/em&gt; and the rest, till 3am loh.. Thanks for asking me to join in. My Dark Seer and Morph not bad hor.. DBL KILL ok. Jio me for more games k? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My client asked me out, for bowling and she sure had A LOT of friends. omg. I was shocked when she asked me out for bowling actually. She introed me her husband, her cousin &amp; family, her good fren, her make up artist, her sec school friend. OMG. And I got to know a few new people, no time to get to know all of them. Realized the power of networking, all looked forward to seeing me again during the next outing. Yippee! Bowling score: 99, same as my client. So Qiao. Following that, I went for a movie - Blood Brothers. Dont bother watching it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Realization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that regarding what had happened, my friends only heard from my point of view, only heard what I said, nobody heard from his viewpoint. And so far, I think he had never spoke bad about me. I think. So, I'm probably not as good as what you guys think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*There are always two sides to a coin.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was glad that during the past weekend, there were friends who kept me company, and gave me calls to see if I was doing ok. Thanks guys for all your support. Appreciate it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy asked me a weird question in the car, and I'm still feeling shocked from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-4184019382921565160?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4184019382921565160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=4184019382921565160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4184019382921565160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/4184019382921565160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-3600419716762379891</id><published>2007-08-24T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:58:36.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Couldn't Control The Tears</title><content type='html'>Tears just rolled down uncontrollably this morning, when I sent an sms to my Mummy.  I thought I was handling it good all the while, then this morning ...  Mummy asked me to go home for dinner today, but I dont want, cos I will start thinking when I get home.  But I still think that overall, I am coping very well with it, so hey, give me some credit &amp; encouragement on this k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very angry last night for a moment, when I got to know about something.  Lies.  Why LIE, is there even a need to, even at this moment?  I hate Liars, I really do.  Admitting is one thing after that, but why lie in the first place?   &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;*Am I That Hard To Understand?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On impulse, I made a call, it didn't get through.  Then I stood back and think, "Why should I even bother getting so affected about it?"  It made no sense to me now, so I just tried ignoring it and literally tried throwing my emotions away and concentrate on sleeping instead...  and I did, and started dreaming again... Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some of my ex-colleagues yesterday, at some high-class Italian restaurant.  All asked me if I'm doing okay or not, and what happened?  I knew them very well, sure LATE ONE.  LOL.  Wanted to go Makansutra, then rain leh.  Heng, we had not started eating yet.  haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk talk talk, then got to know my ex-boss actually sent regards to me, I was like "Wow, thanks!"  Nice to hear, felt good.  Then they told me eh, heard ex-boss got tell me some 'theories' ah last time, I was like ya lo ya lo, so I explained the theory that he told me last time, during my ACCA exam study period haha...  He and his theories, well I'm not surprised, he came up with a patented methodology, so I do respect him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result of meeting up:  Talking talking, walking walking, shopping shopping, and I came home with 2 new pairs of Charles &amp; Keith shoes, that woman la, drag me inside, then say "eh you sure you dont want to see see is it?  got 30% leh."  zzzzzz... actually I dont wanna buy one lor, I've been spending too much.  *purposely tempt me*  I bought more shoes than her somemore.  zzzzzzz........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of my friends are reading this bloggie, just flood my comments below this if you wish to.. All are welcome! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-3600419716762379891?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3600419716762379891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=3600419716762379891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3600419716762379891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/3600419716762379891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/08/couldnt-control-tears.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Control The Tears'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8904588852936514668.post-10037218835126617</id><published>2007-08-23T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:43:05.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Loved...'/><title type='text'>This Is It. . . .</title><content type='html'>Well. This is It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my relationship that I had built up over 8 years, a relationship where I had put my heart and soul into. It is very painful, and there's a big sense of loss to what I had built up over the years, both sides' families (We even went for holiday trips together), our mutual friends (I think just in friendster alone, can hit 70 over, omg! imagine the actual numbers), over the different crossroads of life, studying as a teenager, till army, till uni, till working life as a adult. Imagine what the two people have gone through together as a couple, being there for each other all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, and I mean everyone, whom we both know, ask the same question over and over again, when we meet them: "Eh, when are the both of you getting married?" Or if we meet one, without the other, people will ask "Eh, where is your other half?" We are seen/ known as an item, without further probing, like it is some sort of default setting, lol. It isn't easy to get to that stage, and I can say I was really proud and glad it &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; come to that stage, proud of myself, cos it shows how much you put into maintaining friendships with each other's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relationship almost went to the next stage where it will be either engagement/ marriage. If he chose me, I would have taken it with open arms, and possibly even get married to him, despite what had happened. It may have been brought across to some/ him that I'm an unreasonable girl friend, but reflecting back, I still say I put down all my &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pride and Dignity&lt;/span&gt; to make it work, and it seems the problem doesnt lie with me anymore. So it doesnt matter to me now whoever thought I was unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get what you give, I hope. I believe I'll be able to find another better person in future, who is capable of cherishing me as his love, and not come to a point where, "Hey I have met another person whom I'm &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; very comfortable with, could this person be the one for me instead, and start to consider once &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;??" There will always be another someone whom you can get really comfortable with, but at the end of the road, are you comfortable with the one you're with? Why then is there a need to change? *The grass is always greener on the other side.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wonders* Do it once, do it twice. -&gt; This always happen to my customers, if you entertain their ridiculous requests once, when you should not even be entertaining in the first place, it will definitely happen again, like asking me to go back end to amend the database, just cos my ex-colleague did it for them, then they come and ask me "Why cant you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about long relationships, I believe that going down the road, say 5-6 yrs in the relationship, everyone who had gone that far, would realize that its natural for the two in e r/s to be comfortable for each other and tend to take things for granted to a certain extent, and as I said, it is only natural. Its how the both make things work/ give and take, and not start to just consider another person, just for the sake of doing so. I think every couple is like this, including my parents, as I said, it is only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I do not know how long this is gonna take to heal from this, and go into another r/s. It really isnt easy, not easy at all. For this person became a major part of my life, and he really did. I was only stupid in not being more suspicious, and letting things evolve, but I will still refuse to be so suspicious over my next r/s, trust has to be given to each other, trust has to be built up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do meet my next one, I'll be determined to make it work, I hope. :) I have to start all over again, it will be hard, but I pray that my next will be able to give me the support that I need, to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for letting me detect the signs during my past weeks, once again, and giving me the push factor to take the drastic measures, which is very evident, and in doing so, I hope it will make me feel better, at least now I'm doing something for myself. It takes me a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; (our close friends can vouch to this!) to give up on a person actually, and especially more so...... if he is your loved one......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8904588852936514668-10037218835126617?l=acidburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/10037218835126617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8904588852936514668&amp;postID=10037218835126617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/10037218835126617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8904588852936514668/posts/default/10037218835126617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acidburnie.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It. . . .'/><author><name>acidburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03564362290498934117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
