<?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-3609368089398165732</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:26:30.151+08:00</updated><category term='q'/><title type='text'>LuckyLicks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-7566313896966514160</id><published>2009-09-07T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T03:20:46.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><content type='html'>Ahh~ Finally got the stuffs done after so many, many times procrastinating. Pay is in. (: Its quite a decent amount I would say but it won't make me feel any different as I am buying a $400 worth of digital camera. Contemplating still.. I'm so freaking tired nowadays. Work is fun just super tiring and I really mean tired! Oh my, as I'm typing this, my vision is blurry. My eyes are tearing so bad that I need to sleep. School is at 8 am. Less than 5 hours to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-7566313896966514160?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7566313896966514160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7566313896966514160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7566313896966514160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-on-track.html' title='Back on Track'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-5144716752088853066</id><published>2009-09-02T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:07:32.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf.</title><content type='html'>I feel so restless now cause my tummy is running on empty since I broke my fast. I am craving for hell a lot of food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gong gong @ Newton&lt;br /&gt;- Buffet spread at International Buffet --- OYSTERS, SASHIMI OH BABY!&lt;br /&gt;- Maggie Curry + Chilli Padis + half-cooked egg&lt;br /&gt;- Fried Fish Bee Hoon with Milk + Chilli Padi&lt;br /&gt;- Beef Hor Fun&lt;br /&gt;- Fettuccine in White Sauce&lt;br /&gt;- Mee Goreng Chilli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, for a broke-ded girl like me, that's a whole list of food! Ahhh good night. Not sure what will be for sahur. Guess I need to scavenge now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to break fast with Yani and Jelly. (:&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to begin my practical. (: x 2&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to CALM MY CRAZY APPETITE NOW! ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-5144716752088853066?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5144716752088853066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5144716752088853066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5144716752088853066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf.html' title='Wtf.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4596107140457801634</id><published>2009-09-01T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:39:04.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favourite feeling?</title><content type='html'>I guess I am just not over my angst-ridden teenage phase of my life fully.. Well, it have to be that or I have such losers as my family. I don't care what any of them think/feel. I was told that I would have a very bad karma for not listening to folks. How am I supposed to when they are a bunch of maniacs? Its a tasking job having to face them every other day, believe you me. I used to write about them every single day; sometimes a couple of times actually. I eventually stopped when it was uncovered and I got a great lashing just by expressing myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am an outcast. An outcast that needs to be out. All I can hope for is a glimmer of light to show me a sign to what I should do. In the mean time, let's just pretend everything is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pay next Monday. I am so going to get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(IMAGE SUPPOSED TO APPEAR HERE, SADLY BLOGGER IS ACTING UP AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was  contemplating whether should I get a G10. It comes with a hefty price tag so its going to take a while before I could actually own one. I just need one for Raya. What is Raya without photos! The only fun part about Raya is just that and that only. I hate Raya. I hate the sad feeling that is attached to it. I find it rather redundant. Why visit a relative only on Raya when you could drop by and say hi any day? Oh I forgot the difference is just us wearing traditional clothes and eating kuehs. Its fun, no doubt. It doesn't mean anything more than just outings. Just that we seek forgiveness (though sometimes things are back to norm in less than a week, which got me thinking why seek forgiveness then?) These are just my puny opinions. I very much prefer Ramadhan as it is peaceful and calm. I get more kicks going out with my friends/relatives/etc to break fast together (aka iftar) compared to going out during Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering at this point, I am not anti-social. Not like the person I once know of anyways. I love having people coming to my house but I just find it abit weird that they overdo such things only on Raya. Its more than a week of Ramadhan. I envy those who have a really vibrant month for Ramadhan. Like one big happy family breaking fast together, popping by Ikea to get new stuff, deciding what colour to wear as a family and all that stuff. I secretly harbour a likeness of families having colour-themed outfits on Raya. Most of you(s) would go, "Eee, kental je" but you know what? You can go sniff glue! Kental-kental also, you still wanna have the same colour-coded outfit as your bf/gf right? So WHATEVER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get that - wearing the same colour as your bf/gf on Raya so I won't know. Still, it kinda remind me of some funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when the cyberspace ruled the earth (okay fine, it still is ruling now. *rolls eyes), I used to so-called have a virtual 'boyfriend'. HAHAHAHA! I am sure Yani is sneering like a goat by now. We went out once and I remembered that was around Ramadhan time as well. He would call me every minute of my waking moment. If I am online, he will be online chatting with me. If I am not online, he will be 'by my side' on the phone. I start to feel irritated only when I went to a nearby shop without my mobile. When I got back, he really bombed my phone. I called him back and got a scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Asal you tak bilang I nak pergi kedai ah?? I ni boyfriend you tau! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak mintak permission nak pergi kedai, mana tau you jumpa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lelaki lain?! Last time eh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you tell me that you want to go shop ah? I am your boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Never asked for my permission, who knows you meet some other guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, AFTER SO MANY YEARS I AM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF. IT IS FUNNY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was obviously was stumped for words. Asking your boyfriend for permission to go to a nearby shop when its less than an hour? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh eh, nasib baik aku da tak layan dia&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA! The funny thing is we haven't met! He talked about what colour should we wear on Raya. I felt weird because I never had such conversations my whole life. He decided on black. I was like "oh okay". We met in one of those 'gatherings' at Bazaar Geylang. We didn't clicked at all! He held my hands and it was clammy and sweaty. Eww. He sent me till Tampines, I remembered. I boarded the bus to my home and less than 5 minutes he calls me from his mobile. I felt suffocated to bitssss! So then we talked that night. (Yep, continuation from the bus journey phone conversation) and then, the next day I was MSN, he chatted as per norm and then I told him, "I don't like you" ------ IN A DELICATE WAY POSSIBLE. Nyehehehe. So he merajuk-ed and I don't care-d. So gone were the 'same colour baju' for raya and the outing that were set the next week if I'm not mistaken. He even wanted to treat me to rebond my hair. As you know, I am not a gold digger. ((: So I refused! Luckily I didn't pounce on it cause he will be damning me till today I think. We're talking about spending $200 buckaroos on a just-met-once-girlfriend-who-broke-up-the-next-day aka STRANGER? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was one of the few closest encounter of me wearing 'bf/gf same colour baju raya'. I am cringing now if you want to know. These old stories were once secret between me and Yani. Hu hu hu hu. I am sure every Ramadhan/Raya reminds you of something silly. I guess I'll just save it for the next entry. For now, I'm going to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR I AM MEETING MY BOY VINNEZZEL FT 3 BOOTIES FOR SHEESHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love being angry cause it makes me think straight. What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3609368089398165732-4596107140457801634?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4596107140457801634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-your-favourite-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4596107140457801634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4596107140457801634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-your-favourite-feeling.html' title='What&apos;s your favourite feeling?'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8248089392671170445</id><published>2009-08-29T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:14:07.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, Saturday!</title><content type='html'>While some of you are happily snoring your hearts, lungs and noses out, in a few hours I'll be up and about. Approximately 3 hours of sleep. Heck, why would I even care when I am tired from sleeping too much! I am not even sure what time I end work tomorrow. I may be dropping by Baybeats awhile to catch Love Me Butch since I miss their performance last year. Hoping not to end work too early cause if there is a huge ass gap in between I'll be sure to go home straight and just fuck it all. Nothing concrete though.. might be changing my mind anytime so I'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you my attention span is short.. HAHA! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8248089392671170445?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8248089392671170445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8248089392671170445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8248089392671170445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-saturday.html' title='Good morning, Saturday!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-7269028224845831866</id><published>2009-08-28T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T03:38:05.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKED.</title><content type='html'>Loud and proud, I am here to say a phrase containing a word which I try to avoid at all cost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pardon for being on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt; for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Updates soon. Maybe tomorrow? I don't know. I just hate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-7269028224845831866?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7269028224845831866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/fucked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7269028224845831866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7269028224845831866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/fucked.html' title='FUCKED.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-6461570140195740082</id><published>2009-08-20T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:15:24.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry!</title><content type='html'>My fingers are about to set the keyboard on fire with a tasty entry. But wtf? First its Facebook that had gone mad. Now Facebook (aka my another life/"my precious") is A-Okay and Blogger?? Stupid wussy Blogger!! Ugh. Let me have a print screen of this and I'll upload it once its fine and dandy. Hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/So2Sj2dXqcI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ad-nSvaqI-U/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/So2Sj2dXqcI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ad-nSvaqI-U/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111075134646722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we had our first shoot in the evening. TIMINGS WERE ALL HAYWIRE! Looking at it positively, its a chance for me to gauge how Sunday will be like so its kind of a good thing, I think? It looked really good. Hope the end product will be as BAIK PUNYA as it looks. (: Can't wait to get to the marketing! My brains are swelling with ideas! Hope it doesn't go on a hideout once the day arrives. *Please God* Lately, I've been missing a lot on social life!! I need to break free from the chains of Hell. Not that before this I've got a happening one to boot. HAHA! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self of things to be done by tomorrow :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MM ARTICLE&lt;br /&gt;- SCHEDULE FOR SHOOTING&lt;br /&gt;- Okay I forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having STM for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Okay got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was thinking that you needed a break -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; what I meant was every bone in your face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-6461570140195740082?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6461570140195740082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6461570140195740082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6461570140195740082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/angry.html' title='Angry!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/So2Sj2dXqcI/AAAAAAAAASs/Ad-nSvaqI-U/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4490583670898903843</id><published>2009-08-17T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:03:29.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm with Stupid.</title><content type='html'>Since blogger is being such a bitch. I shall take things to my stride and make this another bland, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tawar hebeh&lt;/span&gt; entry! Yay for that on my side! I was about to show you how cool I was but oh well.. *Shrugs and smirks. Now please stop crying, I shall pacify your needs real soon once BLOGGER AND FACEBOOK STOP BEING CUNTS. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well working for the concerts were so much fun. We earned loads of munneh on the 3 days while we get to watch free concerts back to back. Hope to get this kinda jobs soon. Fast cash and its so much funnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_sCDj30I/AAAAAAAAASc/-Z0H9gYN2TU/s1600-h/6571_115106341455_680776455_2891952_1308036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_sCDj30I/AAAAAAAAASc/-Z0H9gYN2TU/s400/6571_115106341455_680776455_2891952_1308036_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371175531291336514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_r_wCtnI/AAAAAAAAASU/QcWyRsaY4KM/s1600-h/6571_115106136455_680776455_2891918_1603108_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_r_wCtnI/AAAAAAAAASU/QcWyRsaY4KM/s400/6571_115106136455_680776455_2891918_1603108_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371175530672600690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_rc-CNZI/AAAAAAAAASM/1_yMJ9ZBcLg/s1600-h/6571_115106031455_680776455_2891899_6053320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_rc-CNZI/AAAAAAAAASM/1_yMJ9ZBcLg/s400/6571_115106031455_680776455_2891899_6053320_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371175521336046994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_q5pCW1I/AAAAAAAAASE/b-V9QtL_szU/s1600-h/6571_115106021455_680776455_2891898_5799410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_q5pCW1I/AAAAAAAAASE/b-V9QtL_szU/s400/6571_115106021455_680776455_2891898_5799410_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371175511852735314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_qWd1qTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Q3AigYwqhB0/s1600-h/6571_115105951455_680776455_2891886_4607408_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_qWd1qTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Q3AigYwqhB0/s400/6571_115105951455_680776455_2891886_4607408_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371175502410524978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest will be uploaded at Facebook soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Work's been great. School stuff never been .. cocked-up. I am redo-ing all the shit that somebody had stepped on and walked all over the place. Its so retarded. I cannot believe somebody as stupid exists. Gets on my nerves like hell. I hate it when a person do a half fucked job you know its like.. eating the garnishes when the main course is served. WILL YOU BE SATISFIED? Okay sorry for the simple example. Simple people only understand simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally doing my driving license real soon. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; soon I could smell and taste it baby. Hahaha! So to the bitch ass knee-grows, you better watch your asses for I'm gonna ram it up pretty good. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Yiwen can get off on Wednesday as its gonna make my life 1000x smoother sailing. )': Pre-production fucking rushed so hope to get it done as soon as possible. I'm rooting for end of this week. Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet had been yawnful lately don't you agree? Facebook's looks as weird as your face in the morning and it just wouldn't budge even after numerous clicks on the refresh button. Shit. My life is colourless without Facebook. Nobody will understand how symbolic Facebook is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently somebody got pretty sneak-kehh. All I want to say is; stop being childish and wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WHO WERE THERE FOR YOU WHEN THERE WASN'T ANYBODY ELSE?&lt;br /&gt;WHO DID YOU FIND WHEN YOU HAVE PROBLEMS?&lt;br /&gt;WHO DID YOU CONFIDE TO WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS BEING AN ASSHOLE?&lt;br /&gt;WHOSE SHOULDER DID YOU CRY ON WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS ACTING ALL PUSSY-LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its extremely pathetic or in SIMPLER terms - KESIAN of you to do whatever you are doing now. To show how tactful I am (like I've always been to you in case you haven't realized), not even a single profanity was spouted. Aiding your struggling English, I would like to explain what 'profanity' is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;blasphemous or obscene language : an outburst of profanity.&lt;br /&gt;• a swear word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its quite a joyous occasion to see such great leap from zero to hero. Haha! Personally, I don't give a hoot.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Da besar so ada otak boleh fikir, perangai jangan macam budak2 primary school boleh. &lt;/span&gt;The fine line separating "its okay.." to "that's it" had been breached. Its like a broken dam right now. I just cannot stop talking about this. I can choose to tell fellow netizens who are made up of mutual friends (well, maybe just a fraction) how much of a hassle you are. Then again, why must I? I am not going to stoop that low just for this. What matters now is - there's no such thing as you. The tribe had spoken, you are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its now back to chillin' to CLASS95 FM love songs to embrace me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4490583670898903843?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4490583670898903843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4490583670898903843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-with-stupid.html' title='I&apos;m with Stupid.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Soo_sCDj30I/AAAAAAAAASc/-Z0H9gYN2TU/s72-c/6571_115106341455_680776455_2891952_1308036_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-1320711222515848083</id><published>2009-08-08T04:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:19:03.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEXHAUSTED!</title><content type='html'>That's fucking exhausted for you. Few minutes to 5 am. Reached home about 2am+... My brains can only detect one feeling at the moment - IN A DAZE. I am only tired physically. These legs better be boney by the end of the month! All the climbing up and down the stairs would do me good in a long run. Hahaha. Work's fun nonetheless. Had bubble tea at Lucky Plaza while on break only to know there is actually a bubble tea shop RIGHT BELOW THE PLACE I AM AT. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good walk nonetheless - not that I never had enough walking up, down and about the place I am working at!! Say hello to boney Intan soon. HAHA! Yeah right. So the shop was closed at 10 but believe it or not, by the time we were done it was at 1am+ ?! Had water parade at nearby 7-11 and we hopped into a cab after that. Its been such a long, longggg time and it sure do feel good after all this months looking for a job! I am savouring every moment of this in case you haven't actually realize. Heh heh. So I'll update more about it tomorrow. Its pushing 5 in the morning and I think I ought to get some rest before going back to a hell of barbarians tomorrow.. See ya there! Hope tomorrow will be less crazier as I want to meet my boboy after work for supper (WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME WE DID THAT HUH HUH HUHHH?) Hahaha.. action sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be working for the concerts for NIN, Keane and the ho' Lady Gaga at Fort Canning on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. FUH, MACAM BUSY JE AKU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing myself : "SUCCESS AND GOOD HEALTH" LOL, remember that boys and girls? *wink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHIYO GOZAIMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-1320711222515848083?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1320711222515848083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/fexhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1320711222515848083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1320711222515848083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/fexhausted.html' title='FEXHAUSTED!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4622287735102660434</id><published>2009-08-03T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:42:04.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to get high everyday cause it is undeniably the best feeling in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4622287735102660434?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4622287735102660434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4622287735102660434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4622287735102660434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-up.html' title='High up!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-1213640083579606475</id><published>2009-08-02T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:18:39.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun.</title><content type='html'>How's it going? The weekends are really tight for me. Can't go to work as I sprained my back. Don't ask me how. It feels irritatingly painful. I called my work place up and they were fine with it. Sigh.. So tired of school work and home. Difference is I am enjoying school. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a longggg day for me. Went to work at 9am, met Joachim for a band interview ('Oh Chentaku', Malaysia), met up with my group for discussions for the camera shots. Finally met him for dinner at Simpang Bedok where Claudia came! We laughed our stomachs out while enjoying life with Roti John King! (SEDAP!) Claudia ordered Popiah Kebab which is basically popiah filled with kebab and lightly grilled. Nice also. I think I am going to get that next time. Hehe. My boboy had egg thosai and I think I liked it cause it is not the usual gross sourish thosai that I have tried before.. The gravy kinda sucked though. Then again, I am nobody to complain about Indian food cause I don't really dig them..so what do I know? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earlier Friday was good. It was so good that I thought that was the most perfect Friday I ever had. Auditions went well. It was a mix of funny and wow moments. They were really nice too so it kind of helped. Then come the later part of Friday or should I say the wee hours of Saturday. In one sentence; some jobless ego-challenged fuckhead thinks that he is showing his 'greatness' by shoving my head just because of something stupid and not logic. BUAT SUAY KEPALA AKU JE. SIAL NYE JANTAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, a 26 year old man who is not working, nags like a fag, smokes a pack of cigarette in 2 days (GOD KNOWS WHERE HE GOT THE MONEY WHEN HE IS NOT EVEN WORKING......OH WAIT, HE IS A FREELOADER LIVING OFF HIS DAD'S MONEY!), demands authority when he does nothing, watches Anime 24/7 and is on Youtube wasting his life away on his nearly dead Acer who takes nearing half hour when it is switched on (HOPE IT DIES SOON OR MAYBE I SHOULD KILL IT), wake up at 2-3pm to have coffee, watch Anime till 10pm, have his shower nearing midnight and sleeps at 5-6am avery fucking day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING FOR SURE, HE IS LIVING A HELL OF A LIFE! Envy eh? His mirage-like 'kingdom' will be falling down big time, I'm telling you. He can fuck the fuck out of my life for good. I don't need my him. I don't need them. I don't need anybody. Its about time to flee. Its just about time.. Maybe early in the year. (: I cannot wait. If any of them (the family... 'the' not 'my' please take note) is reading this. FUCK YOU! HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES, LIFE HAVE TO GO ON WITHOUT PEOPLE WHO WILL ONLY BRING YOU DOWN THOUGH IT MAY BE YOUR BEST FRIEND OR YOUR FAMILY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun Sunday everybadehh. I'm going to meet Kak Nana for a cuppa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-1213640083579606475?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1213640083579606475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1213640083579606475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1213640083579606475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/sun.html' title='Sun.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8854711451915092491</id><published>2009-07-29T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:02:04.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>All I want to do now is snuggle up to my boyfriend, listening to him talking as I put my head on his chest. Gosh, I miss him so terribly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I want now is to whip up angel's hair in white sauce and a sip of extra dry mojito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all in all, I just want a hug from my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks. Home sucks too. When will I be rich enough to get the fuck out? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8854711451915092491?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8854711451915092491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8854711451915092491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8854711451915092491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3649131301493284175</id><published>2009-07-27T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:39:25.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I could make it through...</title><content type='html'>...the whole of this entry!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mad tired. I've got a headache. My legs are aching..no wait, in fact my whole body is! Could be cause its been awhile since I worked. Oh well. I cannot count how many times I went up and down the stairs for the whole day. (That is it, If I were to get double storey house, its either an escalator or a lift. No stairs! Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day at 9. I was early, yes. Surprise, surprise! I should be on Ripley's Believe It Or Not very soon! (: I'm totally excited about my new job. I just cannot stop raving it to my boyfriend. I hope he won't be sick of it..though I'm still gonna tell him even if he is. LOL. All is good for now. He is as excited as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, I'll be really tired and sleepy more then ever. Like now. I am still yawning. Headache could be due to lack of sleep. Boy, do I need a good massage! ): In the mean time, school's been pretty booked. I am tired of school as it is too draggy. Same shit, different day. I need a change! Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to get my stuff for work now. Heh heh. Its only day 2 and I am excited about what I can buy, what should I buy and what I must buy. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite director, the late Yasmin Ahmad passed away after in coma for a couple of days due to stroke and brain hemorrhage. She never fail to make me sit at the edge of my seat every time I watch her works. Delicate, simplicity at its best yet still moving. I actually was looking forward for her latest movie that is to be shot here in Singapore. Seems that Allah loves her more then us. May her films and works inspires us all forever and ever. Allahyarhamah Yasmin Ahmad, may you rest in peace. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3649131301493284175?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3649131301493284175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hope-i-could-make-it-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3649131301493284175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3649131301493284175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hope-i-could-make-it-through.html' title='I hope I could make it through...'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-830505219947250206</id><published>2009-07-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:33:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCKING SHAGGED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-830505219947250206?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/830505219947250206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/fucking-shagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/830505219947250206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/830505219947250206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/fucking-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4321047797372428690</id><published>2009-07-26T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:23:43.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I had wanted to update this for a long long time! Shit thing about blogger that its super unpredictable. One day its fine and the next there'll be some errors here and there. (Eg, unable to load photos and such). I tried clicking on 'New Post' alot of times, refreshing my browser and all.. Still the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please remind me that I owed you KL trip story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest update - I've just started working today. (: I would say it is a .. challenging job as it require lots of memorizing and standards to meet. I'm kind of excited actually. The whole system just makes me gawk secretly. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got less than 6 hours to doze. Japs are particular about time - and knowing me. Haha! Catch ya'll later alligator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4321047797372428690?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4321047797372428690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4321047797372428690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4321047797372428690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8181753275523320670</id><published>2009-07-17T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:52:57.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"First 3 pages good, but how come last 3 pages like you are rushing ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hmm that's the bonus question from Ms Janice today. Of course rushing lah. Dateline is chasing me by the neck! Got things done finally. Just need to adjust and edit and elaborate on certain parts. Blog is up but not done up yet. So yeap. Have a great weekend ya'all. I am not uploading the KL pics cause its not edited yet. ): Have a great weekend guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SmCPt1PIi8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/djyVp279Lhs/s1600-h/raya07-033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SmCPt1PIi8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/djyVp279Lhs/s400/raya07-033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359441574118329282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th to my Bestest Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Nur Ariyani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have got a boyfriend, you have got no reason to be all grumpy and hungry and angry ok? Haha! Meet up on Sunday otey? (I know she loves it when I said 'otey').&lt;br /&gt;Love ya! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8181753275523320670?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8181753275523320670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8181753275523320670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8181753275523320670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-is-here.html' title='Weekend is here!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SmCPt1PIi8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/djyVp279Lhs/s72-c/raya07-033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8578732244476750027</id><published>2009-07-09T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:17:17.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Problematic</title><content type='html'>I WAS IN THE MIDST OF WRITING A VERY HAPPENING, SURE HEBOH, SUPERB-LA-DEY ENTRY BUT BLOGGER JUST WOULDN'T LET ME UPLOAD THE FUCKING PICTURES AS ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your horses boys and girls - updates after my KL trip. Wish me a safe journey to and fro ya! Be back on Sunday! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8578732244476750027?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8578732244476750027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-problematic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8578732244476750027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8578732244476750027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-problematic.html' title='Blogger Problematic'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2069267003399623420</id><published>2009-07-06T22:51:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:57:58.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postmortem. (R21 RATED)</title><content type='html'>My secret fantasy is semi-achieved recently. I have always wondered how human organs will look and feel like if I were cut it. (: I got quite close to that with an equally disturbing feel to it. You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlWPbmuZXKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hXm2URd7QnY/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlWPbmuZXKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hXm2URd7QnY/s400/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356345036241460386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awwww?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlWPb9jDiVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/hZqD4W615gc/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlWPb9jDiVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/hZqD4W615gc/s400/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356345042367908178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's much more interesting then earthworm. They're chicken intestines! I've never seen one before which explains why I am abit .. over-excited. It never occured to me how chicken intestines looks like you know? Many thanks to me, your question are answered (or showed)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presume that you people know chicken's liver aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'hati ayam'&lt;/span&gt; right? Stir fried with vegetables or cooked with soya sauce? Yummy huh. Have you ever take a look at how it looks like and feels like before it turns yummy? Well, I have seen but just glimpses when my mother is busily preparing it by slicing and washing and removing whatnots (we shall touch on that later). Bottomline : NOT COUNTED LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time it was a solo quest for me to prepare dinner. One of the dishes was stir fried bittergourd with chicken's liver. Having not much of a choice, really.. I did all the hustling in the market and next thing I knew, I was holding a knife staring and examining it with my eyes, frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eww"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all gooey and messed up! Hahaha. So I began focusing on my macho energy and I am good to go. Why did I got disgusted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlxC_-cUkxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Hl7yGp_mD8g/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlxC_-cUkxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Hl7yGp_mD8g/s400/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358231323525026578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine slurping the murky waters with bubble tea straw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlxDAPcyp5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/M10tzTSGMXo/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlxDAPcyp5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/M10tzTSGMXo/s400/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358231328090400658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And chewing these jello-s like how you would chew pineapple chunks in your drinks or maybe grass jelly? My mind went berserk imagining all sorts of things psychotic or not. There's even a liver covered with hard yellow fats! Must be a fat and lazy chicken. Or maybe it died of heart attack? Hardened fats. Yellow hardened fats hugging the liver. I was too disgusted to take a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlxDAuJuCkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Y5uVXDuwgB0/s1600-h/Image022%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlxDAuJuCkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Y5uVXDuwgB0/s400/Image022%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358231336331905602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, kids... is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bile&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl31vZCB1RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/15drxUGhMMA/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl31vZCB1RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/15drxUGhMMA/s400/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358709326162810130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If its not handled properly - it will explode into a puddle of greenish liquid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said that when you cook chicken's liver, you will have to make sure its prepared properly. If this green goo gets into your food, "THAT'S IT!" - well that's what she said anyways. So if you think she might be wrong please do try it out and tell me about it! To those who thinks otherwise do seek precaution when cleaning this nasty thing up. Make sure the blood clots are all removed and thoroughly washed.. (FYI; I washed the whole chopping board and scrubbed it hard after taking the above photo.. Spine-tingling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fairy - tale ending product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6l_D5mzaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-ZZ8RbU-ubo/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6l_D5mzaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-ZZ8RbU-ubo/s400/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358903109414735266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stir frying the liversss into the chilli+onions paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6l0F2Pm6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/nK2SrRAuOF4/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6l0F2Pm6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/nK2SrRAuOF4/s400/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358902920958942114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thinly sliced bitter gourd is added lastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cannot really see the chicken liver.. but I can tell you for sure. It tastes damn good! So boys and girls if you haven't seen the unglamorous side of the delicious food that you plonked into your undeserving mouths; this is just 1:38543907502 of it. Oh and that same day, my mother made chicken feet soup. I used to love them when I was a kid. Looking at them now (cooked or not), it still freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6scSJSKwI/AAAAAAAAARM/3SqH-rweB2M/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6scSJSKwI/AAAAAAAAARM/3SqH-rweB2M/s400/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358910208524561154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6sb-PJ3xI/AAAAAAAAARE/oMaM2E18hMM/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6sb-PJ3xI/AAAAAAAAARE/oMaM2E18hMM/s400/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358910203180474130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother trying to .. uhmm I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6sbp93q5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/17Wk3dVWEf4/s1600-h/Image037%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl6sbp93q5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/17Wk3dVWEf4/s400/Image037%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358910197739269010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys should've seen it with their nails on.. So long leh. And finally as a grand closing. May I ask you people, what does this looks like? Or is it just me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl7BAk7LSYI/AAAAAAAAARs/EjyZpudkJU4/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl7BAk7LSYI/AAAAAAAAARs/EjyZpudkJU4/s400/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358932822273509762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl7BAb8UvgI/AAAAAAAAARk/WY_RR-h6M7w/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl7BAb8UvgI/AAAAAAAAARk/WY_RR-h6M7w/s400/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358932819862404610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl7A_0Af7XI/AAAAAAAAARc/lbhH36pSGjc/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl7A_0Af7XI/AAAAAAAAARc/lbhH36pSGjc/s400/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358932809142496626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl7A_gyjogI/AAAAAAAAARU/k-SOfaI4uGY/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sl7A_gyjogI/AAAAAAAAARU/k-SOfaI4uGY/s400/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358932803983745538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: This is a fucking overdued entry la. I will write more of the KL thingy soon. Too busy with school. (: Peace and I hope you didn't throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2069267003399623420?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2069267003399623420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/postmortem-r21-rated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2069267003399623420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2069267003399623420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/postmortem-r21-rated.html' title='Postmortem. (R21 RATED)'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SlWPbmuZXKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hXm2URd7QnY/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-6163222717675763190</id><published>2009-07-04T00:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:18:04.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian Crazed!</title><content type='html'>Groggily woke up at about 10am, not having sufficient sleep. Dragged my heavy self outta bed amidst the deafening sounds emitting from none other then my motherrr. I couldn't register what she was saying as it was all blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes of warming up and my soul is officially in my body. Was pissed hungry and the only edible stuff that could be eaten is only a few pears on the table. No choice but to eat that to oil my insides as I could feel my systems breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exaggerations aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate hell alot of durianssssssss! So unlike me eating the dubbed 'King of Fruits'. The cravings just keeps on crushing me recently and I finally gave in. -.- Actually it was more of a coincidence because out of the blue, my father went,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Intan, let's go pasar malam and buy durians.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there - 4 BIG RED PLASTIC BAGS FULL OF DURIANS. I ate somewhat infinity of pieces before I surrender from the fight. I gurgled countless of times as I think the after taste is super overbearing!! Hahahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dabis makan baru nak pikir. Bodoh eh.)&lt;/span&gt; Now my house has a thick stench of durian smell. I just burped and and blow the air towards my brother and he nearly puked. HAHAHAHA! Maybe the world could opt for durian burps instead of nuclear someday.. Environment-friendly yet has the same effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had finally arrived for Cheeky Joe. The long awaited holiday to Brunei. Sent him with my brother and mother, along with his stuff to Pasir Ris. Won't be seeing him until a few months later. Hope he has a safe and an enjoyable trip! I am writing like as if he will read this eh.. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absurd as this may sound - I actually already know what to get for Hari Raya. *Smirks big bigggg I'm trying to avoid kebayas at all cost ): Too overated leh. So this year its going to be either Baju Kurung Pahang or Baju Kurung Kedah! I totally have to get songket this yearrrr. Either Tiffany green &amp;amp; gold or white &amp;amp; gold. Lawaaaaaa lahhh. Fucker la blogger cannot upload photos. Chao chee toad!!! $%£^@£~!! I'll upload it later I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited already but zzzzz. Since I can't upload any photos here........ I shall just stop. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angry nak mampos. Blogger want to kena my durian burp I think. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-6163222717675763190?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6163222717675763190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/durian-crazed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6163222717675763190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6163222717675763190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/durian-crazed.html' title='Durian Crazed!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2689784079717401910</id><published>2009-07-01T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:59:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!</title><content type='html'>I am drowning in ecstasy. Feels like I am about to go bungee jump! It really worked. I think I should set my blog as an online wishing well. Haha! So anybody can just donate at any amount to me and make a wish. (: Yeah right. I can't be too happy or elseeeee, I'll be disappointed later. So focus on the positive energy, Ints! You can ace this. Muahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow up session is tomorrow at 10.15am. Same place. Wish me a sequel of the lucky luck. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel good, baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2689784079717401910?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2689784079717401910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/yippee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2689784079717401910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2689784079717401910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/07/yippee.html' title='Yippee!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-1424780672209019800</id><published>2009-06-30T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:47:18.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH ME LUCK!</title><content type='html'>It worked the other time for my FTT. So I'm going to give it another shot, for something else this time. (: Wish me luck ya'all. Sayonara! *winks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-1424780672209019800?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1424780672209019800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/wish-me-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1424780672209019800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1424780672209019800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/wish-me-luck.html' title='WISH ME LUCK!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-6798313102272133546</id><published>2009-06-29T17:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:20:46.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson&lt;3</title><content type='html'>The past days, I've been watching the late Michael Jackson videos. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Legend. The King. The Greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know Michael personally and neither have I been to his concerts or own any of his CDs (Mother's not counted). As a kid, I remembered his megawatt glitzy star factor on stage that fry people's brains making them crazy. One of those vague memories I had, the time when we kids (cousins and siblings), spent the weekends at our grandparents' and watched his live concerts. People fainting, screaming, all frenzied up! Obviously at that point of time I did not quite understand what is the deal with all the madness. I was too busy imitating his dance moves with my siblings and cousins. Yep, you got that right. Moonwalks included (: How can anybody forget that? Oh, and don't forget the crotch-grabbing stance with the index pointing up? The move that still got me intrigued to this day is when he stands up and his body swaying gradually, facing down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; touching the floor and back up again! I'm sure all of us have those fond memories  trying those cool moves out be it secretly or just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the videos on Youtube - those 'successful' ones who had mastered the tricks of dancing like Michael. Nobody beats him. Nobody. The oomph-ness is not present..or maybe what people nowadays would say - swag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking random friends this,&lt;br /&gt;"What is your favourite song/video clip from Michael Jackson?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were giving me a spectrum of answers! Tell me why am I not thunderstruck yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His awesome video clips were still as cool as they were back then. Say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Thriller'&lt;/span&gt;? Yeah, the zombies and all.. I used to be so freaked out by that video and at the same time captivated with eyes glued to the screen. Watching the video now, fragments of my fright I had back then came creeping no matter how hard I tried to shoo them off. (At least I'm being honest here. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The futuristic-esque video with his lil' sister Janet,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Scream'&lt;/span&gt;. It sure do look futuristic to me now even after more than 10 years have passed! My favourite of all favourites video&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Black or White'&lt;/span&gt;! There are no words to describe the resplendence of such a simple video clip yet still have the word AMAZING stamped all over it. Faces of beautiful people from different walks of life morphing into one another. I even stumbled upon few articles citing that other than the kind acts that were done by this gentleman, he is also known to narrow the racial gaps and differences amongst everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the most simplest of songs like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'You Are Not Alone'&lt;/span&gt; harbours deep meaning in a simplified beauty. Listening to the song made me tear as it is too beautiful besides reminding me of my childhood times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wrap things up before I go on forever about our King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, your pristine and angelic voice will always live in our hearts forever though you may not be here. May God bless your soul like how you deserve, knowing so many good things you've done to help the poor and needy. Now that you are away from all the criticism and name-calling, I hope you rest well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R.I.P Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Skj2RG4vtyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gwYNeZUXT0M/s1600-h/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Skj2RG4vtyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gwYNeZUXT0M/s400/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352798930896664354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-6798313102272133546?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6798313102272133546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6798313102272133546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6798313102272133546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson3.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson&lt;3'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Skj2RG4vtyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gwYNeZUXT0M/s72-c/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2622635084429864202</id><published>2009-06-27T01:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:50:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today? Well, today was fine.</title><content type='html'>(Entry written approximately around 03:00hrs)&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming today. As in really swimming (no slides!). I love swimming partly cause I don't get all sweaty and icky and warm. Swimming is tiring but you will only feel your body aching and that is it. (: Did quite a handful of laps today. I think I'm gettin' better as days goes by. Hahaha.. That's what my father said too. Its all about building the stamina. I'll try and see how long I can keep up with this. The downside is getting your hair dry and stick-like thanks to the chlorined waters. I am planning to at least swim thrice a week. As you know, this time, holidays are not doing any justice. Well other then knowing how it feels like to have a good life..... but wait, that is not the point. Simply said - I am growing sideways!! Before I emerged to be Insectosaurus, I will try as many ways to minimize the possibilities of becoming one. Many thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading the entry where I was talking about the FTT? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not quite happy.... Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCKING EXCITED&lt;/span&gt;. Heh heh heh. Now that all the leceh part is all done, practicals here we go. I think I might start booking next week onwards, InsyaAllah. I heard the exam results are out. I am so damn fidgety firstly because, I forgot what on earth was my password to log-in to the internet account to retrieve the result&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s. -_- Called my factory-school and they said I have to go down in person to reset the thing. Might as well I just wait for school to re-open and get the result slip right...............?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, some outdated photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkUdPVFLTrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/eR3_9qGPbq8/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkUdPVFLTrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/eR3_9qGPbq8/s400/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715881393802930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkUdPEK4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z4hzdIqhUBM/s1600-h/Image013%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkUdPEK4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z4hzdIqhUBM/s400/Image013%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715876854318018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkUdOzyaeII/AAAAAAAAAOs/KqlvMkkmzC8/s1600-h/DSC03819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkUdOzyaeII/AAAAAAAAAOs/KqlvMkkmzC8/s400/DSC03819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351715872456734850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T'was taken when we went for the MAGMUG event. First time in Snowcity. I had no idea it was thattt cold! Had some clean and good fun except for the later part of the day which nearly made me explode. The rest are all on none other than Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are seeping in as I'm typing this. Might be going to JB later with my mother and God knows who else. Just counting down the hours to Sunday. Its "our" day. We made a pact not to head to Arab St this weekend. Hah! The thing about us is, he's the one who does all the planning and thinking. As for me.. I only think about what to eat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG, MY BUBBLE TEA PHASE IS SLOWLY FADING OFF! I cannot believe it?! Guess who's the new boss? KFC! Ladies and gents, do not.. I repeat, do not get irritated for the upcoming days/weeks/months/years(?) if I were to go on and on raving about how glorious KFC is cause I just cannot help it. The first person that was dragged into this spell is my sister. Muahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fell asleep at about 04:00+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10:57hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning. Sorry for falling asleep halfway through. How can I possibly doze off while in the midst of having so many stories, I don't know. I was woken up by my mother about an hour ago. Now that I've taken my shower, she said its tomorrow. -.-" ARGH! I'm still sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh elaborating more about my KL trip (*gets into fits of excitement with mouth foaming) - I got only one mission and motive and that is  TO TERRORIZE A&amp;amp;W!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkWM-yyGOCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/O6F7gwT1Q1c/s1600-h/img_1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkWM-yyGOCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/O6F7gwT1Q1c/s400/img_1732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351838742611376162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay fine, maybe just the waffles. *Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, this had been a long winded entry of spouting nonsense and talking around in circles. WHO CARES ANYWAY! I can do whatever I want. It's time for a rampage for breakfast. Have a good weekend everybarreh! I'm a sucker for TYPING MANIAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Who gives a hoot about your so-called amendments and whatnots.. Or should we call it philanthropic acts? You can dream on babe. DREAM ON! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3609368089398165732-2622635084429864202?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2622635084429864202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-well-today-was-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2622635084429864202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2622635084429864202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-well-today-was-fine.html' title='Today? Well, today was fine.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SkUdPVFLTrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/eR3_9qGPbq8/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4959042788947761833</id><published>2009-06-26T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:24:31.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles.</title><content type='html'>Quick one - KL trip is back on track. On the same date as planned. Yep. Going off on Friday morning and back home on Sunday night. Booking the tickets soon once we get the full attendance of who is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming the other day with my mates at SK aka the new Wild Wild Wet (fat hope). Had a fucking hole at the bottom part of my swimming costume. -.- Hope nobody saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see/sense/read, I've got no mood to write now. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I NOT UPDATING MY BLOG RELIGIOUSLY EVEN THOUGH I AM DOING NOTHING AT HOME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M LAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please ask me if there's any part of "I'm lazy" that you are not clear about. Thank you. Good night and I hope to be a more hardworking person come tomorrow? *Rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4959042788947761833?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4959042788947761833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/troubles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4959042788947761833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4959042788947761833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/troubles.html' title='Troubles.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-5522121188084048939</id><published>2009-06-18T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:16:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Achooo!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sjo5qVPnMCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QV7vd9gSN58/s1600-h/test.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sjo5qVPnMCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QV7vd9gSN58/s400/test.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348650906875801634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow earthlings who had been waiting for an update from yours truly. (If one exists by the way, haha) How do ya'llzzz like my haircut? The reason for not having the mood to update this puny space of mine is that, I've been pretty down of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Gramps passed away on 8th of June 2009 at approximately 0230hrs. )':  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having virtual fist fights with myself. Contemplating whether to publish it here. It's about 3/4 done. I shall see how. I hope he is in a better place away from unpleasant things just like how he is always on medications and frequent hospital visits and stays when he was alive. Actually, typing all these is somewhat unbelievable that he will be gone forever. I still do cry from time to time thinking about him. I saw how it all went down and believe me, its not a pretty sight. To friends who came and was there to support me - Thanks alot. Only God knows how to repay your kindness. Insya'Allah. To those who cannot be bothered - I don't really mind at all..but please remember, your time will come soon and you will know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough of the sadness, my life at home been pretty much INSANE! Why? I am somehow glued to my Macbook and bed. Like for instance, today: I woke up at about 7am+ to pee and then back to sleep till 11am+. Swept the whole house and etc and then back to my laptop. Ate and back to laptop. Bathed and back to laptop. My life is so fucking boring that if boring were to be a person he would spit at me for being too boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally my long awaited FTT is ... TOMORROW! So wish me luck ya'llzzzzxxx. Hahaha. Hope I could ace it once and for all and get it all done! Amin. (: Actually there's been not much of a happening-ness happening lah. Except that, Kak Aisha bought me a top from Bugis. Omg, when was the last time I bought a new top or in fact clothes? God knows how I hate shopping. My dad's back so I think I'm gonna get my hair done. Yippee. Cannot wait. Oh yeah, and new flip flops please. Alot more la actually. We'll see. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its till here? Gotta get get, gotta get get &lt;s&gt; boom boom pow&lt;/s&gt; ready for the test. Wish me luck, ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally irked by a person. Malas aku nak layan. Your presence have got no significance as of today, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3609368089398165732-5522121188084048939?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5522121188084048939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/achooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5522121188084048939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5522121188084048939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/achooo.html' title='*Achooo!*'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sjo5qVPnMCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QV7vd9gSN58/s72-c/test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3916706279880153877</id><published>2009-06-05T20:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:20:28.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BODY IS DECOMPOSING.</title><content type='html'>The worse thing to know when your body is decomposing is ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being alive&lt;/span&gt;. So here I am at 0108hrs sitting in front of the Macbook typing this. My stomach is bloated. I just had my lunch cum dinner a few minutes ago. Such insane hour. I am totally living in a different time zone! I woke up at about 4pm with a jolt. My head feels fucking heavy. You know how it feels if you sleep too much. Day by day I feel that I am putting on weight. I dare nottt step on the weighing scale. The last time i weigh myself was quite shocking knowing that I controlled my intake of food. So imagine how will eating at monstrous hours affect your waistline..and thighline.. and armline.. and.......... OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for such skinny-ness that has got bones potruding out in all directions. Just .. nice enough. Maybe toned. (: Cannot believe I am typing these out when less than an hour ago I was busily stuffing myself! Okay note to self = eat less. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending hours on VictoriaSecret.com/forever21.com looking at dresses. I am looking for nice dresses. Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SilXhuzConI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gTIgf_phjlc/s1600-h/60952768-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SilXhuzConI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gTIgf_phjlc/s400/60952768-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343898669861216882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tricky part is that, I want the chest area to have leopard print. You know what I'm talking about? It is going to look so fabulous baby. Another one of the whole fucking lot is this one which caught my eye though it may be kind of common. I just think that I'll look nice in it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SilYEyY9cHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-FKngWbiHtQ/s1600-h/63137383-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SilYEyY9cHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-FKngWbiHtQ/s400/63137383-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343899272120987762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE RIGHT! I've always liked basics stuff. I am a tad speechless at myself. After yearssss, I finally feel like shopping for clothes. ISN'T THAT WONDERFUL!!? I need to get new flip flops too..and of course - MY DAMN HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, the girls are planning for a trip to Kuala Lumpur early July.&lt;br /&gt;Damn extremely excited to the maximummm voltage.&lt;br /&gt;Girls I've found the perfect place!&lt;br /&gt;See you on MSN. 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DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first: I'd like to wish Siti Hawa bte Md. Resat a Happy 20th Birthday! May your hard work pays off soon and all in all, semoga Allah panjangkan umur dan murahkan rezeki! (: Meet up with Yani soon. Oh, and hope your shitty FYP will turn out just fine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQR83z5fVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3G_K0BNh8x0/s1600-h/n775454142_1806964_4819130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQR83z5fVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3G_K0BNh8x0/s400/n775454142_1806964_4819130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342414795439701330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to business! As usual, weekend update above anything else. Heh. Friday and Saturday were spent mugging for Audio exams as told. I could feel my scalp giving way cause I can feel my brains growing in size as it absorbs the never-ending information from the wordy book. Of course I had to stop. How can I possibly let my brains splatter just because of some.. exam? Right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I did was to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQbt7AsPzI/AAAAAAAAANM/vR3P5IK5h04/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQbt7AsPzI/AAAAAAAAANM/vR3P5IK5h04/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342425533716905778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never you mind about the first comment. Just pretend it wasn't there. I really cannot believe that somebody actually asked me how much do I charge? Hahaha.. I find it rather funny! Cause I can't sing for nuts and to think about conducting lessons! Imagine if I were to just quote her a price and meet her someday to so called 'teach' her. Ahh, you won't get it. My imaginations are too rich for you to understand anyway. Only Claudia understands.. Eh b? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I actually did is to go karaoke with my cousins at the Cash Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQgFrcEDdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AA7r812cv4g/s1600-h/4254_85731409653_853929653_1689912_4336637_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQgFrcEDdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AA7r812cv4g/s400/4254_85731409653_853929653_1689912_4336637_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342430339900116434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQgFQeTTwI/AAAAAAAAANk/3_xenrjRE4w/s1600-h/4254_85731389653_853929653_1689908_3687583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQgFQeTTwI/AAAAAAAAANk/3_xenrjRE4w/s400/4254_85731389653_853929653_1689908_3687583_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342430332661747458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQgFNzUojI/AAAAAAAAANc/Nat-B0J-WYc/s1600-h/4254_85731369653_853929653_1689905_6750438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQgFNzUojI/AAAAAAAAANc/Nat-B0J-WYc/s400/4254_85731369653_853929653_1689905_6750438_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342430331944608306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQgFGbtJ6I/AAAAAAAAANU/ZlV2ftIH68w/s1600-h/4254_85731339653_853929653_1689899_5995822_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQgFGbtJ6I/AAAAAAAAANU/ZlV2ftIH68w/s400/4254_85731339653_853929653_1689899_5995822_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342430329966503842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The rest are all on Facebook.. So after we sang our throats hoarse, we head to Simpang Bedok which is ACROSS THE STREET to fill our hungry stomachs. That's some strategic place to have a karaoke joint if you were to ask me. Convinience. Oh yeah and anyway Kak Aisha and Abang Man left for home and the rest of us headed to Pasir Ris secret getaway that maybe some of you may know of. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQlj_JaAGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2km8z1l6Pl4/s1600-h/midsummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQlj_JaAGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2km8z1l6Pl4/s400/midsummer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342436358144786530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQljpSl-KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FvtlUSxYn38/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQljpSl-KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FvtlUSxYn38/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342436352277739682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like any other pubs.. it sure do look better at night. Nice ambience.. Dimly lit with a candle on each table. Tunes played will make you sing along too. Nothing pro-genre of any sides. I heard the food are good. I mean from what I read online, not that I go around and eavesdrop people's conversations. Drinks are quite cheap. Heard that Mediacorp's artists frequent this place alot on Fridays/Saturdays. It must be cause its away from the hustle and bustle of the city. You can really have your main course with the sea breeze running through your hair. Real handy knowing how the weather is like these days. So bloody warm! I can just sit in a stationary position and perspire!! Either the weather is totally out of control or my sweat glands have gone berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was talking to a friend. Let's just call it, 'T'. T is a diploma graduate who has the intention of furthering her/his studies to some local university. T was complaining to me online about how shitty it feels like not being able to get loan until a person is 21 years and above. So I was just trying to make things better by telling her that its just a year more and that now it is already halfway done. Furthermore, her birthday falls around the earlier part of the year so it wouldn't be that bad would it?&lt;br /&gt;And I went, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You should go try do some admin/office jobs for now. Better then some shit part-time jobs. At least you'll have a steady income for yourself, you know. Its going to be a year in no time"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she replied&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, "Huh? But its one long year to go! If I were to work in some admin/office jobs I'd bring back about 1.5k/month and that's not enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was telling her about a person I know who works as a wine promoter when he has got DOUBLE DEGREE and she just said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good for him"&lt;/span&gt; . Goddammit if that is not sarcasm I have no idea what that was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have no idea what was the arrogance about. And the fact that she complains about 1.5k/month. HELLO? ARE YOU EVEN EXPERIENCED ENOUGH? YOUR ENGLISH IS NOT EVEN PROPER AND YOU DEMAND SO MUCH? WTF?  This kind of things makes me feel so fucking irritated. People are receiving pay cuts/laid off from work and struggling to find jobs and here comes an ass who just thinks highly of herself/himself/itself. Disgusting. Simply disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hope my holy days would be ass kickin'!&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to out-of-the-world sleeping timings&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;once again.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQbZwG1dUI/AAAAAAAAANE/Diiq9Jfk4Kg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3893050432606064236?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3893050432606064236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-to-holy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3893050432606064236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3893050432606064236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-to-holy-day.html' title='Yay to Holy Day!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SiQR83z5fVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3G_K0BNh8x0/s72-c/n775454142_1806964_4819130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-7333594690664189827</id><published>2009-05-29T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:48:07.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The itch!!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Yani, the tiny naggy voice that had been ringing in my head had become louder and ever so prominent. Guess what it is saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"CHANGE YOUR BLOGSKIN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thing is, I am actually fine with this one but it seems that its lacking of the width. I tried to adjust it and it looks weird. Yes, I'm a HTML sucker, thank you. I want wideeeeee, plain blog layout. I am really contemplating of switching it to one of blogger default skin. Yeah, the wide (AND WHITE! I like!) layout. I like my blog to be uncluttered. Ever since my camera had been long gone, entries are mostly wordy which will make you feel gaudy after just reading an entry here. Sad huh.  I'm going to continue the hunt for the nicely done blogskin. Too lazy to change stuffs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: 'OBSESSED' movie is gooooood! Go click on the link to watch it! I am liking Beyoncé more and more. *Psychotic smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Been having thoughts of.. switching back to Wordpress. HOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-7333594690664189827?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7333594690664189827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/itch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7333594690664189827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7333594690664189827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/itch.html' title='The itch!!!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4328589103576238285</id><published>2009-05-28T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:26:07.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final hurdle!</title><content type='html'>My mind went on a silent strike yesterday when I got home. Wasn't physically tired but just mentally drained. (: Mini-project went on super sweetly. It was a wrap finally at 11pm! Yeah, that late. I'm sure they wouldn't mind cause it was mostly us laughing. Haha. Yiwen did a fab job. Not forgetting other talents also obviously. I knew I had made the right choice for choosing her. I was visualizing her when I was writing the script and it turned out to be what I had imagined! Yay x 100. Hope to get it in digital format so I could post it up here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling V just now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can feel the heat of the weekend and I'm excited!"  &lt;/span&gt;Few hours later, (yes, it really took me thatttt long) I realized that the so-called 'heat' I was feeling was not because of the weekend anymore. Its been now diverted to EXAMS ON MONDAY! What's worse was - I hate Audio. Too much to think and memorize. Maybe I don't really mind about the thinking part but memorizing is not fun to me at all, thanks. Oh and I've got a new trait ever since I study in this school - my brains gets on auto-pilot and switches off whenever I look at a page cramped with words. Audio textbook is just as that. Imagine the horror? .... Okay now enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, now that the mini-project is OVER and done with. I'm down to the final year project. Eughh. I've roughly sketched out what the topic is going to be about but I guess its a tad too bland. So, I've thought of ANOTHER one which I think is cooler but its going to be adapted instead of an original. Oh well. I am constantly thinking about Studio works that my Audio module has gone down the drain. I officially announce that I hate Audio. It super dry and makes you feel nauseous. ): Still, I need to jiong for Monday whether I like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I'm starting to get goosebumps thinking about the coming exams!! Oh yeah so anyway, I just bought a FTT book to study for the test next month. Still got a long way to go. Hopefully I can book a practical soon. Looking around for good instructors. Anybody has a good one to recommend please do so! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamsiah&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm actually waiting for a movie to load while typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOeR7uO5M8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOeR7uO5M8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can click &lt;a href="http://milledrive.com/videos/25750/Obsessed_2009_.html"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt; to watch it. Diva B, will be bringing the word 'Hustler' to a whole new level! Apparently from the reviews I read, the plot of this story is superbly predictable. Just that this time the main casts are black. I shall update about this movie after I watch it! (; Tell me what you think about it too if you watched it already.. Its not in Singapore yet so you can go like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aiyah, now only then you watch ah? I watch so long ago already before this movie is released in Singapore sia!" . &lt;/span&gt;You're going to be the coolest kid in town. I'm done with tapping of my keyboard. May you have a great weekend! To my classmates: Good luck for the exam on Monday and we'll be saying hello to Holidays real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: I'm having a strange so-not-me craving. Like a sudden craving. Pair it with a fresh and hot chicken wing + ice cold green tea. Ahhh shiok! Annah is going to belanja me cause I got 100% for her quiz on facebook. Thanks Annah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sh6d7kAYvqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eHGluTQ6GhI/s1600-h/2144889517_2cea8b0c46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sh6d7kAYvqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eHGluTQ6GhI/s400/2144889517_2cea8b0c46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340879854711127714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Yes, I'm craving for Mee Rebus. Wth right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4328589103576238285?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4328589103576238285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-hurdle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4328589103576238285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4328589103576238285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-hurdle.html' title='The final hurdle!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sh6d7kAYvqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eHGluTQ6GhI/s72-c/2144889517_2cea8b0c46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4882403963259665189</id><published>2009-05-26T03:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:31:35.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKENDS GALORE!</title><content type='html'>Not that it was done on purpose oh beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of things happened over the weekend! It was the bestest I had so far. Nothing beats winding down after 5 days of working like a dog! Well, literally. Dogs in Sg just eat and sleep and play and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The start of the explosive weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Met Shimmy for some sheesha lovin' at the usu place. Ayul came later w his huge ass bag tt weighs probably about 20kg plus? Its really mad. So V came to join us for awhile to have some 'sips' of the peachy smoky thing and he went off about less then half an hour. It felt nice to see him though just for awhile. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to screaming our lungs and insides out after that.Bursts into medleys of songs from all sorts of different genres. Melayu jiwang, rock Melayu ol' school, oldies from the likes of The Carpenters (remember them?), corny English songs that sounded like they were ripped off from polyphonic handphones! Ayul was so into it till he sang with his eyes shut. Well, that's how the pros do right? He sounded like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pro-gol&lt;/span&gt; (rapist in malay lol). Haha! Who gives a shit anyway. Its only us against our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a meet-up with the girls of my primary 6 class. 5 of us in total : Kiasah, Suhailah, Shidah, Hawa and me. Thanks babes for the idea. I really enjoyed it..and the steamboat of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shugl3hHguI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_5cmz9OJbTg/s1600-h/dsc04686-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shugl3hHguI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_5cmz9OJbTg/s400/dsc04686-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340038355596313314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shugl0Ql3XI/AAAAAAAAALs/4428EETVxyE/s1600-h/dsc04688-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shugl0Ql3XI/AAAAAAAAALs/4428EETVxyE/s400/dsc04688-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340038354721693042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shue7RZEOsI/AAAAAAAAALU/AEzMAC5NcK4/s1600-h/dsc04678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shue7RZEOsI/AAAAAAAAALU/AEzMAC5NcK4/s400/dsc04678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340036524295862978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought along my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried-and-tested-and-liked-by-all-of-those-who-tried-it &lt;/span&gt;Chicken Baked Rice! Now I am considering one of those steamboat thingy to eat to my hearts content everyday. Hah. It was all laughs recollecting the past memories. Some of which that I cannot even recall at all. Well, either that or they are just trying to trick me? Hahaha.. God knows! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shue7rgQy3I/AAAAAAAAALk/QmCa50gTwNQ/s1600-h/dsc04684-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shue7rgQy3I/AAAAAAAAALk/QmCa50gTwNQ/s400/dsc04684-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340036531305368434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shue7YOxhGI/AAAAAAAAALc/4nLqrKVqWDw/s1600-h/dsc04674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shue7YOxhGI/AAAAAAAAALc/4nLqrKVqWDw/s400/dsc04674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340036526131741794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shue7CYVk5I/AAAAAAAAALM/fKgnyGFq07w/s1600-h/dsc04673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shue7CYVk5I/AAAAAAAAALM/fKgnyGFq07w/s400/dsc04673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340036520266273682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad thing that only us 5 could make it. The girls are planning to have a follow up of all malay kids in SKPS. They suggested Night Safari. I haven't been to Night Safari before..but its sure gonna get stuffy and icky right? We'll see how it goes. Maybe we could have a pit or something? Or a picnic? Cliché but thats the only way to get us together and talk right? (: We should do this more. Who would've thought we were once (especially me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShuiI9FMARI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ym2YhS7ki04/s1600-h/n606897676_1991508_1113486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShuiI9FMARI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ym2YhS7ki04/s400/n606897676_1991508_1113486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340040057896829202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No prizes for correct guesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be around the people with the same wavelength here *points head. Good to know that all are doing well in their lives. *Hugsss. Shidah and Suhailah just graduated from JC and Poly respectively and are working in a HR company. Kiasah is in Republic Poly and from the looks of it, I think she enjoyed it. Hawa will be graduating early next year from Nanyang Poly. Me? Graduating soon from Its The End in mere months. HEH! Till we meet again for some more of these euphoric doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShukGTf6qjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5s8UxG3KT-U/s1600-h/dsc04707-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShukGTf6qjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5s8UxG3KT-U/s400/dsc04707-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340042211398167090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShukGMIaj1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/vzZyFc7wBuc/s1600-h/dsc04691-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShukGMIaj1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/vzZyFc7wBuc/s400/dsc04691-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340042209420545874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShukF2tduSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lZHma2V8bsA/s1600-h/dsc04690-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShukF2tduSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lZHma2V8bsA/s400/dsc04690-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340042203670362402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAWA IS FOREVER SLEEPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday Pt. II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I met my B0|`S4cH0K -- HAHAHA! NEL-ed to Outram as he was visiting his mom at SGH. Went to Arab St for some OrangeyLemony sexy time, he had supper and we're back home at 1Am+ with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How else to make your Sunday less gloomier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShumW0ECAQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/p3FKioPR8ts/s1600-h/sleeping_baby_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ShumW0ECAQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/p3FKioPR8ts/s400/sleeping_baby_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340044694040740098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am patiently waiting for the upcoming one. I sure do hope the next one will be as rockin'! I had a blast last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4882403963259665189?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4882403963259665189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekends-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4882403963259665189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4882403963259665189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekends-galore.html' title='WEEKENDS GALORE!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Shugl3hHguI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_5cmz9OJbTg/s72-c/dsc04686-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3734108722023773155</id><published>2009-05-21T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:37:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions running sky high.</title><content type='html'>Its running in all directions wildly.&lt;br /&gt;I am here.&lt;br /&gt;Still here, w arms wide open though it may not be seen w naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently for your presence.&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness of your gaze tt I am badly craving for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be reading this in a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know tt I'll always be a phone call away to soothe your soul at least?&lt;br /&gt;Miss you so much and I hope your mom will have a supersonic speedy recovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3734108722023773155?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3734108722023773155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotions-running-sky-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3734108722023773155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3734108722023773155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotions-running-sky-high.html' title='Emotions running sky high.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3151965700900880526</id><published>2009-05-21T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:33:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not been sleeping quite properly these days. Draft script is done at last. Tmr phase test for Audio. Please God let this be smooth-sailin'! Sigh. Extremely fatigued to the max. This time, I really cannot wait for weekends. Its considered Thursday now which equates to a day more to weekends! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yahoolahoop&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My body feels achy. My left year feels like there is 'pressure' inside. My body had been aching without any mercy. My right wrist is affecting me little by little..as in the pain is growing! My room is in a fucking mess. My wardrobe looks like a hurricane had just passed. My hair is being a total bitch. Pimples are multiplying happily over my face. I feel grumpy grumpy grumpy these days. My mood changes at a snap of a finger. I've lost interest in alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do now is, wake up and get ready for school. Come back and do my school stuff till the wee hours in the morning and sleep for a few hours. Hectic like cb like tt. I'm like having no life right now and school work just have to worsen things up? Haiyah, fuck it lah. Praying v hard tt this will all pay off. I'd love to write more but this happens all the time when I am about to type. Its either I forget or I am simply sleepy. For now, the eyelids are giving way. Badminton tmr morning! Rest well all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's count down to the weekends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, HAVE YOU HEARD TT MEGAN FOX IS ACTLY A MAN? WOAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3151965700900880526?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3151965700900880526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/bonjour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3151965700900880526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3151965700900880526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3163347547548274899</id><published>2009-05-18T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:34:51.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feisty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its gettin' feisty then I ever could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is getting tougher by the day - more responsibilities, more problems, more challenges. Guess I have to just take it to my stride and just plough on. The fight is getting fiercer by the day! I liked it. I think its more thrilling. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, got the role tt I wanted. Next thing to do is to make sure to execute the plan seamlessly! Update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWSFLASH - FUCKING HUGE MOTH IN THE LIVING ROOM JUSTNOW. I NEARLY DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3163347547548274899?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3163347547548274899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/feisty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3163347547548274899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3163347547548274899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/feisty.html' title='Feisty!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8238306692860579922</id><published>2009-05-11T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:10:45.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed-Up.</title><content type='html'>How was Mother's Day?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happening for me. Normal bland Sunday. Weekends weren't tt great either.. Caught a damn irritating flu from God knows where!! Ughh. Been sneezing my lungs, liver, intestines out like nobody's businesssss. My nose is like a leaking tap.. Took a yellow tab for flu and it still doesn't work. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fed up. I want money. Lots of money. Soooo much of money tt I can just stuff it in your mouths. I am sorry for the crude-ness. I really want to do tt badly. Thanks for letting me know. Its not the first time I hear tt. Its really... invigorating. You really hurt me if tts what you want to know. You won. I may not be verbally-gifted like you are. Just you see one fine day though. Don't blame me if I just vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and I don't want you to bug me about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, here we go again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8238306692860579922?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8238306692860579922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/fed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8238306692860579922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8238306692860579922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/fed-up.html' title='Fed-Up.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-1081772659973490373</id><published>2009-05-05T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:58:11.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Burps.</title><content type='html'>Hello people. I am gg to tell everyone a secret today - I am counting down the days to weekends. Sad thing is, its only a Tuesday. 3 more days to go. Holding on tightly now... Another thing is, I am really enjoying school. God, I sound like a kid who just got into playgroup? As days go by, I am starting to know more about the kids in school. And I am left w a half a year more. You could say its a tad too late but everybody knows its quality over quantity. Like for today, besides hanging out in the stuffy, sound proof audio room to discuss abt upcoming projects we ended up talking about other stuffs. Celebrities (lol, I knw), abt our lives, abt...  what we wna be when we grow up. Yes, you read it right. FUTURISTIC CONVERSATIONS scares the shit out of me everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught X-men Wolverine. As an avid fan of X-men, I think the movie is good. Storyline wise.... not bad la. All about Wolverine so cannot expect much. Got to give it to the effects tho. Alumantium is the new metal. Hahaha. Sabertooth looks irritatingly scary/ scarily irritating..uhhm whatever. *Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down the days to 2nd June. NO, its not your because of your birthday Hawa.. Huhuhuhu! But for this... mean shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DuOBaZxnfwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DuOBaZxnfwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say hello to the forces of evil tts gna take control of my soul and body come 2nd June 09. Yeeeeha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SgB6rXGW9SI/AAAAAAAAAK0/H3sh8epGCIw/s1600-h/taylor_kitsch_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SgB6rXGW9SI/AAAAAAAAAK0/H3sh8epGCIw/s400/taylor_kitsch_99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332396844160316706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how can I possibly forget Mr. Gambit. Hello you. (: Looking so fit and wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3609368089398165732-1081772659973490373?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1081772659973490373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/burps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1081772659973490373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1081772659973490373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/05/burps.html' title='*Burps.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SgB6rXGW9SI/AAAAAAAAAK0/H3sh8epGCIw/s72-c/taylor_kitsch_99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-391692897721429998</id><published>2009-04-26T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:27:49.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervosa..</title><content type='html'>FINALLY FUCKING OVER AND DONE W THE A2! Now tt the weights are off zee shoulderzzx, I am free like a bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To, my bff - Ariyani Ariffin : I AM SO SORRY for backing out the last min for Rischka's exhibit. My dateline was like the next day and I was left to finish alot of paperworks. Maafin gue yah. Will make it up soon. Tell me when you're free. We shall go for Tauhuays or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I am super duper satisfied w the props. I think it looks pretty radddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SfR50iF0CmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4eA_Ci7SM7Y/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SfR50iF0CmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4eA_Ci7SM7Y/s400/DSC00809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018202497485410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SfR50YGBmrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/W6tlvv8-_7M/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SfR50YGBmrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/W6tlvv8-_7M/s400/DSC00807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018199814019762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SfR50bBeg0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/kpsHftyd_Z0/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SfR50bBeg0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/kpsHftyd_Z0/s400/DSC00805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018200600249154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soaked up some sun on Saturday. Didn't managed to get a proper tan. Just a lil reddish. We took the shuttle the buses around the island and went off. Heh. Head off to you-know-where for some smokey time and off to homeeee. Tiring as hell eventho we never really walk around tt much! Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to company him just now for his usual theraphy. Yeah, 3 Vans and 2 Uniqlo's pants and ...  forgot what else. Ate at the kopitiam near Parkway Parade and we're off to homeeee. I like weekends like this... Its simple and easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem w updating  a few days worth of entries is tt, I tend to forget things. A v good example would be right about nowwww. Infuriating. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-391692897721429998?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/391692897721429998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/nervosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/391692897721429998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/391692897721429998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/nervosa.html' title='Nervosa..'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SfR50iF0CmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4eA_Ci7SM7Y/s72-c/DSC00809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3890499938068767782</id><published>2009-04-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:01:00.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-a-d-e-d!!</title><content type='html'>I'M SUPER TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU WEEKEND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates soon. Gta get my ass move to get the final set of paperworks OVER AND DONE w. )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3890499938068767782?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3890499938068767782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/j-d-e-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3890499938068767782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3890499938068767782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/j-d-e-d.html' title='J-a-d-e-d!!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-9002701533120721066</id><published>2009-04-20T20:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:04:22.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever that means..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;How was the weekend rendezvous? I tantalised and lured him w my goodies (as promised) that had been proven to be the key to a man's heart.... The stomach tt is! Been wanting to try smth new, smth hassle-free, smth.... filling? After deciding and thinking about some ideas. I've decided to make - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Chicken Baked Rice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Actually partly its cause I had been craving for Swensen's but as you know the economy had been badly affecting my uhh.... ANYWAY! Yeah, baked rice it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAxDx-ckI/AAAAAAAAAIc/chbBipiaObg/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAxDx-ckI/AAAAAAAAAIc/chbBipiaObg/s400/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326774039589319234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAw4vSqiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LvwyMX8g5xQ/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAw4vSqiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LvwyMX8g5xQ/s400/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326774036625271330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAxBS1TUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tAVM6wDJc-g/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAxBS1TUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tAVM6wDJc-g/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326774038921825602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The guinea pigs were none other than the people at home. Gta test drive it before anything happens man! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAxXQUuDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4_G42JBp57w/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAxXQUuDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4_G42JBp57w/s400/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326774044816881714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The feedbacks were positive so it was definitely a cue for the real thangggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We met at about 5 in the afternoon on a hot hot hotttt Saturday - heard it was like 34ºc, my God. Had plans to just wind down at the East Coast Park but changed our mind when there was a gargantuan jam at tt irritating road leading to the beach. So no thank you. Ended up around Fort Road, grabbed a couple of drinks and all I could say is ... it was awesome. Maybe we should do this more often?? What do you say baby V? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Arab St was superbly..... YUCKY on tt day. Idk why. We went to Sufi and bumped into Nadesh who was w the darlin' waiting for their sheesha. It took around a freaking hour to get the sheesha tt they wanted instead of some funny, diluted shizzzzzz. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Nice Saturday but it was tooooo warm!!!! My father is home so that means I am off frm there around midnight. Another sucky thing was...the sheesha starts to taste good when we wanted to go off. Irritatingggg or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sunday, yesterday, was by far the bestest Sunday I had ever spent compared to the times where I stayed and home and did nothing. Made Ayul and Shim another batch of baked rice too. They liked it alot. (: Nothing beats the smiles and compliments from the people eating the food you make, really. Headed off to Compass Pt to have some bubbly.... not champagne but none other then bubble teaaaaaaaaa. So damn addicted to bubble tea lately omg. The instant noodles phase is so totally Au-Verrh. *snaps fingers and rolls eyes. Perangai Gemok (P.G to the public) at Banquet where the 3 of us left w unfinished food. Disappointed w the Yong Tau Fu tt taste like crap..dunno what happened to them. Yani, you can forget about travelling all the way to C.P Banquet to get your fix already. Hung around my area and they went up to my house for some menambah dosa time. Guilty pleasures and laughing our heads off. Ayul actually told us that once when he was around 15 years old and super desperate for a ciggarette, he actually rolled foolscap paper and actually burnt the d.i.y cigg. No tobacco some more. How cool. Eco friendly abit lah. Hahahaha. Shima and I thought we nearly died laughing! How perfect can a Sunday be, seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;How was the dready, bluey, draggy Monday? We didn't do much things in sch. Was tested in the mixing room about how to do this, why tt, when must to so and so, etc. Tt pretty much sums it all up. Went to have my Tom Yam Mee in the canteen and in no time it was back to home. Oh Lya came to school today. I hope she'll have a speedy recovery. She still have problems and pain if she stands/sits too long. Poor girl. Whatever it is, WELCOME BACK LYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back its life's funny in a way cause it is totally unpredictable and yes, tt overused, spoilt, taken advantage of word.... random. The friends tt I were not close to during the start of sch are now the ones whom I can trust without any doubts. Well, I guess most of them were right. Never trust any strangers under a short time span. I wouldn't have fucked myself like how I always do if these people were w me from the v start. Oh well, nothing can be done isn't it. No point talking about it anw. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends - from many years to few months alike. Just to let you people know tt eventho we may be too busy w our own responsibilities in life to catch up sometimes, I just want to say tt every one of you are v much appreciated! *Huge monstrous hug. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Seycihvp_XI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9aOLSAsB3WU/s1600-h/n606897676_914505_9695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Seycihvp_XI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9aOLSAsB3WU/s400/n606897676_914505_9695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804576260193650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyciLjA6XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9tg97LDXyWM/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyciLjA6XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9tg97LDXyWM/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804570301589874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeychlNuqvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FcdWykLOW24/s1600-h/DSCF0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeychlNuqvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FcdWykLOW24/s400/DSCF0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804560011766514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeychesBgQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qw_SJS5Ye9o/s1600-h/n636503720_1402247_8241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeychesBgQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qw_SJS5Ye9o/s400/n636503720_1402247_8241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804558259781890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeychLrM4eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qkF7CQZGc2Q/s1600-h/CRAPS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeychLrM4eI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qkF7CQZGc2Q/s400/CRAPS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804553156059618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyfAfkmvUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rxEhazAO-cY/s1600-h/a"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyfAfkmvUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rxEhazAO-cY/s400/a" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326807290096303426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyeSIEwoUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4uneHdQVQTI/s1600-h/e"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyeSIEwoUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4uneHdQVQTI/s400/e" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326806493514735938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Seydt47ifGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FaL2nDuKaqk/s1600-h/Photo+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Seydt47ifGI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FaL2nDuKaqk/s400/Photo+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805870974237794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeydtuB4GjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_deT_gkXwnM/s1600-h/Photo+76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeydtuB4GjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_deT_gkXwnM/s400/Photo+76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805868048030258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Seydtsb339I/AAAAAAAAAJk/t9sxudF0EIw/s1600-h/Photo+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Seydtsb339I/AAAAAAAAAJk/t9sxudF0EIw/s400/Photo+211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805867620196306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeygoGo3oFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VF2m2XRHpfQ/s1600-h/s"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeygoGo3oFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VF2m2XRHpfQ/s400/s" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326809070109696082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What the future holds, I may not know but for now, I hope it will go on forever and ever. (Jiwang abit.) You are all SPECIAL to me. (The retarded kind of special). Hahahaha.. Okay this is a long entry! See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THE MOST ANTICIPATED XXX PHOTO :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeydtfYOx6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QoUWv5ldfnw/s1600-h/Photo+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeydtfYOx6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/QoUWv5ldfnw/s400/Photo+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805864115259298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;LUNCHEON MEAT FIESTA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait for Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-9002701533120721066?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9002701533120721066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatever-that-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/9002701533120721066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/9002701533120721066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/whatever-that-means.html' title='Whatever that means..'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeyAxDx-ckI/AAAAAAAAAIc/chbBipiaObg/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-1133284565750496839</id><published>2009-04-17T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:04:52.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tame-belle!</title><content type='html'>Idk whether this is a tembel or not. Its like an irritating red bump on my left eyelid and it has got nothing to do w sore eyes cos its not even INSIDE my eye. Its kind of disturbing, you've been warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeiSkdZMqmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hUYCUKr0yT0/s1600-h/Image000%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeiSkdZMqmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hUYCUKr0yT0/s400/Image000%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325667714428873314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see tt irritating piece of toot down there?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ninabu!&lt;/span&gt; I went Google-frenzy looking for an easy home remedy and found out that a very convinient way is to actually dip a small face towel in hot water - as hot as you can handle. After tt, you dap it on the irritating monster. I did just tt. Scalding hot! After the pain comes the best part.. it is actually healing! Yahoo. Hopefully by tmr all's well. Can wear eyeliner already! (and contactsssss esp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekends everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-1133284565750496839?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1133284565750496839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/tame-belle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1133284565750496839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1133284565750496839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/tame-belle.html' title='Tame-belle!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeiSkdZMqmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hUYCUKr0yT0/s72-c/Image000%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-6278684470414578638</id><published>2009-04-14T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:01:04.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you get if you don't use your brain.</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow friends (fake and real btw). Here are the recap for what happened the last few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday marks a year for me and V. (: Thanks for all the sweet texts and kind words. It was nothing fanciful. Caught 'Shinjuku Incident', had some food and ice kacang and sheesha. (: I am proud to announce tt I am starting to like sheesha nowadays. Heheh. Didn't really took photos for the day. I had planned for bigger things but when I woke up, it was raining. Damnit. -.-" Just took 2 photos while we were eating only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeSO7wp7O-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kiVk1WpkDYI/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeSO7wp7O-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kiVk1WpkDYI/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324537816782945250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeSO7-iGOyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZuulRZQwTbQ/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeSO7-iGOyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZuulRZQwTbQ/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324537820508207906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm missing him already. Haha! Reached home early too. About 10pm+. Amazing right!? Did I say tt I've got a bump on my left eyelid? Irritating sia. Cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; My mother is still crazy - yeah nothing new about tt, I know. Just feel like typing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first day of school yesterday was surprisingly nice? Maybe cos I had been counting down the days to the end of hols. Believe or not. And so, I gta knw something saucy. Like salsa saucy. Tangy and sweet. Heh. As weird as it may seem..this humble, boring, wordy blog of mine is being used against......myself? If tts not retarded can somebody please enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam merepek right. Its like, you're playing w fire. But guess what, xiao mei mei, its burning you! Slowly. You can jolly well go around telling ppl about your sad stories. Eh, wait... your different versions of sad stories, multi-sides too. I am appreciating and savouring every drop of creativity, right now. Ahhhh~ You think I have got nothing else to do right? Actually partly you are right cause I really have nothing to do ever since I quitted my p/t job BUT talking shit about the people tt never even disturb me? Cha bor, never die before issit. &lt;s&gt;She&lt;/s&gt; It is an epitome of a true-blooded 'friend' who has a knife ready behind you when you are looking away. So beware.. I know she is reading this. So does her..best friend, her boyfriend, her mother... Hmmm. Dunno leh. Not sure. *Shrugs. Don't wna know also. Not my business. I really pity her friends - not sure how many has she got left after today. If you think tt you are really her good friend, you better think again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to convince anybody to believe whatever I'm saying. Its purely up to your own self. I'm quite done if you were to ask me. So from now own, I shall officially declare tt I haven't even met you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case if you're trying to figure whether what I had typed above is really about you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask me! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3609368089398165732-6278684470414578638?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6278684470414578638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-what-you-get-if-you-dont-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6278684470414578638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6278684470414578638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-what-you-get-if-you-dont-use.html' title='This is what you get if you don&apos;t use your brain.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SeSO7wp7O-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kiVk1WpkDYI/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8619593568782558410</id><published>2009-04-10T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:09:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoid A Void.</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of writing depressive things about my life. 90% of my life are all negativity. It is consuming me so badly that it is seen as comfort. Smth tt is being clinged upon. Such atrocity, I know. My head feels as if it is lifted sky high and being let off for it to drop into a loud thud. My eyes are swollen. My heart is beating extra slowly tt I find it hard to breathe from time to time. Is it because of the weight of stress? Or just ... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all,&lt;br /&gt;at any point of time if I am weighing you with my tales, problems, thoughts, dreams, fears.. I am really sorry. Maybe he's right, I have some mental illness. Maybe this is all because of me absorbing everything inside. I sometimes feel that .. I am being watched, waiting to laugh at me, who feeds on my tears. Everything is gg to be fine...... somefuckingday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore. I don't know. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Happy birthday Shima baby. Ily. *hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8619593568782558410?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8619593568782558410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/avoid-void.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8619593568782558410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8619593568782558410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/avoid-void.html' title='Avoid A Void.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-1521841290304997380</id><published>2009-04-07T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:13:29.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepak Kacang</title><content type='html'>Omg, my body is really sore? My back esp. Checked out SK gym yesterday and had the rehearsals just now. Thanks eh halfway got power trip. Luckily our props are up. (: All the heavy liftings are all taking a toll on my body. Can't wait for tmr! Gg swimming w the girls... Ahhhh fun sia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last word for the day;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a wee bit bothered by your futile words. So ladies and gents.. Oh wait, boys and girls. Keep on trying! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and goodbye suckersszzxxzss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cannot wait for Sunday.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-1521841290304997380?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1521841290304997380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/lepak-kacang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1521841290304997380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1521841290304997380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/lepak-kacang.html' title='Lepak Kacang'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2062440453670901401</id><published>2009-04-02T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:50:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This wrath is burning me</title><content type='html'>It is hindering me from other thoughts. Happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like pressured gas in cylinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot explain how much I hate her. Her filthy mouth is a profanity machine gun. And her bullets are all in a slow motion which takes forever to pass through me. I hate this feeling cause it made me feel that I've sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've longed for normal days to come by. Days where its all smiles and laughs and tease. Longed for her touch, her nice words, her encouragement, her support, her trust, her .... smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'll just have to wait. Tho knowing tt it will all be in vain, I'll still wait. Soon, the gray skies will slowly fade away and hopefully a ray of light will be there to be tt something that I could hold on to..for life, for support, for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It's not tt complicated, but you need to have a bullet-proof soul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sade couldn't be any right. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2062440453670901401?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2062440453670901401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-wrath-is-burning-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2062440453670901401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2062440453670901401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-wrath-is-burning-me.html' title='This wrath is burning me'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-7570561415784262749</id><published>2009-03-31T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:42:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SPECS WOOHOO!</title><content type='html'>I am officially psyched right now. I intend to company V to the doctor @ Hg just now. We ended up eating MacD and off to the doctor. He bought me a beautiful LAVA LAMP! I know its like sooo yesterday ... but to hell w you all cos I've been wanting to get one for myself since forever! Wait, tts not it...... he bought me a pair brand new specs. Yay! Apparently, I've got Astigmatism. CHEEBYE. Degree so much still not enough meh! Super unhappy. ): I'm gna get it tmr evening... Can't wait. Its gna be red...again. Not tt its my fav colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just uncovered some stuff and its making me smoke...outta my ears. Haha! Itchy fingers fault. Not mine, I swear. Why is it tt we always find means and ways to know things knowing tt it will make you feel irritated/angry/etc eh? Beats me. It must be human beings tendencies. The thrill. The oh-so-fucking-yay-guess-what-I found victorious thrill. Heh. Its ticking to 3am right now. Gta get some sleep. Gna do alot of stuff tmr....or so I hope. Downloading the first season of Desperate Housewife. Yeah I know I'm slow.. (: I'll load the new pic of my specs once I collect it tmr. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I refused to budge and I will never will&lt;br /&gt;Esp not for a scum like you&lt;br /&gt;May your efforts show results soon&lt;br /&gt;ITS ABOUT TIME TT YOU DO A CHECK UP ON HOW YOUR BRAINS FUNCTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-7570561415784262749?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7570561415784262749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-specs-woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7570561415784262749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7570561415784262749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-specs-woohoo.html' title='NEW SPECS WOOHOO!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-7248899882063525713</id><published>2009-03-28T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T03:07:56.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, oh life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cleaning up my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keeping quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, I'M SO TIRED OF ALL THESE.&lt;br /&gt;SO, FUCKING, TIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah guess what?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hi, I'm calling about the ad in the papers? Do you know how I can go about?&lt;br /&gt;B: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Twenty.&lt;br /&gt;B: Got any experience in sales not?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, I've worked for nearing 3 years which includes handling sales of merchandises as well so I think it'd be of no problem.&lt;br /&gt;B: (pause) Can speak Mandarin?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes just basic.&lt;br /&gt;B: (pause a lil longer) ARE YOU A CHINESE? CAUSE WE ACTUALLY LOOKING FOR CHINESE LEH.&lt;br /&gt;A: (hangs up) $%^&amp;amp;#@~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above convo has no intentions of igniting any racial-related disputes amongst fellow Singaporeans. This, my friends, is actually one of those many times tt happened not only to me but to the people around me. There had been so many scenarios tt are far more disturbing events tt happened as compared to this puny, pathetic convo. Seriously, w the high influx of foreigners being hired, Singaporeans are starting to feel the pinch(es). Why the plural form?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pinch 1 - finding a decent job be it part - time or corporate jobs. Given the state of economy tt we are in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pinch 2 - it may not be a problem to us as to who are being hired; Sadly, the pinch do come in real handy when it starts to get difficult to communicate w these people as THEY DON'T CONVERSE IN DECENT ENGLISH!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God bless us all. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: I had made a decision not to touch my beloved Macbook for a record of minimun of 2 days. (Only?) This evil gadget had made me what I don't wna be. Wish me luck. I need to get a life. Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/p/s: I wonder why V isn't online yet. Its already 3am+ and he's still quiet. I don't like this feeling. I don't like this at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-7248899882063525713?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7248899882063525713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-oh-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7248899882063525713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7248899882063525713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-oh-life.html' title='Life, oh life.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-114499187680748029</id><published>2009-03-26T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:19:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEE YOU NEXT TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Seems that my lucky underwear had lost its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mojo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-114499187680748029?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/114499187680748029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-you-next-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/114499187680748029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/114499187680748029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-you-next-time.html' title='SEE YOU NEXT TIME!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3405456874766695599</id><published>2009-03-25T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:43:24.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So here goes..</title><content type='html'>As you all know (setep all eh..Yeye.) I went for the press conference where a few Mosaic artists will be performing on March 21, 09 - Sat. Here are the photos. Or rather.. Evidence? Nyeheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Freshly recruited bandmate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmsDt8rmKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GLgnBjav2oc/s1600-h/sp6"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmsDt8rmKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GLgnBjav2oc/s400/sp6" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316970014961277090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr5e60AOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oDThwVGm23A/s1600-h/sp5"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr5e60AOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oDThwVGm23A/s400/sp5" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316969839128215778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(During the interview)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr5B_DHtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/77WJBDZG1ts/s1600-h/sp4"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr5B_DHtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/77WJBDZG1ts/s400/sp4" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316969831361355474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr5Dw3RYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/z-1HAdMNoDw/s1600-h/sp3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr5Dw3RYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/z-1HAdMNoDw/s400/sp3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316969831838729602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr5JkX0uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z_fTSciK-z4/s1600-h/sp2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr5JkX0uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z_fTSciK-z4/s400/sp2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316969833396949730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr4302CJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/966HgkM7OWI/s1600-h/sp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Scmr4302CJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/966HgkM7OWI/s400/sp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316969828634200210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lady accompanying is not part of the band lah duh. She was his translator.. And here are some pics tt V took secretly during their show. *Winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtKn113NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/acOIYBlqgjk/s1600-h/l5"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtKn113NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/acOIYBlqgjk/s400/l5" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971233092689106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtKh5SV5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/nPPWhoUB9vs/s1600-h/l4"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtKh5SV5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/nPPWhoUB9vs/s400/l4" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971231496525714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtKYh8qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1UeK5DtDyVs/s1600-h/l3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtKYh8qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1UeK5DtDyVs/s400/l3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971228982716898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtKQ4Y3EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LvemNcQyqG0/s1600-h/l2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtKQ4Y3EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LvemNcQyqG0/s400/l2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971226929355842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtJ9dtjQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xB0pkb0Ycl4/s1600-h/l1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmtJ9dtjQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/xB0pkb0Ycl4/s400/l1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316971221717191938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I can choose one word to describe Soil &amp;amp; Pimp Session show, it would be : EXPLOSIVE!! Ahh.. Such spectacular showmanship tt matches no other. You sure don't know them if you haven't watched them live..! It was worth it. I'd love to tell you guys more about it BUT I'm gna have you read them on MAGMUG E-zine (which I had already linked here.) I'm gg to do a review about them so keep a looky look. Speaking of which, my pile of work is like piling. I think I shall start w my sch work first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soil &amp;amp; Pimp Session interview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;40 Winks interview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 all female regional bands - tt I'm having a hard time trying to find!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera cue cards to be re-edit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 column script to be re-edit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wow, Ints. Good luck. You really got to get your ass up and polish off bit by bit like immediately! So many things to be done. I keep on procrastinating. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up my uber messy tt-had-always-been-since-forever room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ransacked looking closet, no thanks to my cats who made themselves at home by climbing inside and mess all the nicely folded clothes into a typhoon-swept place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a fucking job. P/t job! CB!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There goes.. Things to be done. Feels like I left some things out? Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To any passerby who happened to view my humble blog. If any of your friend, friend's friend, cousin's friend's friend, sister's friend's cousin, brother's NS friend's cousin's friend, etc who have got a cool band who you think is worth acknowledging (lol) do tell me as I'm currently looking for talented bands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At least w &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 GIRL IN THE BAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only regional! &lt;/span&gt;- Taiwan, Phillipines, Sg, Malaysia, Thailand and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any genre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Provide link so tt I can take a listen - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;myspace/pure volume/ etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So tell me as soon as you can yeah? Can either get me either at my Facebook OR my puny tagboard here. SPREAD IT ALL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till den! *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3405456874766695599?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3405456874766695599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-here-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3405456874766695599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3405456874766695599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-here-goes.html' title='So here goes..'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScmsDt8rmKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GLgnBjav2oc/s72-c/sp6' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2861951980120866986</id><published>2009-03-22T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:18:03.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin?</title><content type='html'>Its 20mins to 4am;&lt;br /&gt;today is one hell of a historical day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended a press conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended a concert at esplanade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conducted a one-on-one interview w one of a star for Mosaic Festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wore my Adidas cheerleader dress tt had been hiding in the darkest corner of my close&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hahaha.. I'll load the pictures up once I got them. Soil&amp;amp;Pimp Sessions show just now kicks ass. Baddd assss. For the whole of 90min V and I didn't even bother sitting down. Their performance were... omfg - tts one word to describe. Hurrah to Death Jazz! Have to do an interview w 40 Winks tmr. Haven't even read up about them. Long day again tmr. Luckily hols are here. Perrrfect timing.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should reduce the time and get a life...my own life. Starting from today there is no such thing as yesterday and the past. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2861951980120866986?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2861951980120866986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-i-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2861951980120866986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2861951980120866986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin?'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2133539423209805741</id><published>2009-03-18T11:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:34:28.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runny nose and aches.</title><content type='html'>The last time I felt like this was when I was working back to back. Say, closing today and opening the next day. When sleeping hours were like 3 hours or less. When we had phone conferences just so tt nobody will fall asleep. Rush to do opening set up quickly just so tt we could have our coffee+cigg fix. Eating bagels/scones soaked in butter. Curry/chicken puff for break on 'broke-n' days. Its all good. Until.... (fill in yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally done w all the fucking papers. Down storyboard. Had a bloody hard time figuring out this printer yesterday tt I feel like throwing it away. Turns out fine thank goodness!! Was already on the verge of getting all fumed up man. So today is the day of rehearsal. Please let it be smooth sailing God. (: Not expecting alot but I'm thankful tt Tasha and her bf can make it. Tts one headache off. Super excited cos Claud and Shim will be tagging along. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the previous entry and SIAL LAH. Merepeknyee. Hahahah. Went to catch Mocca and Yuna last Sunday. Between the 2 I'd v much prefer Yuna any day. (: Can't wait to meet her this Saturday. Thanks to Joachim! V and I are catching Soil &amp;amp; Pimp Sessions for the Mosaic Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScBvmDRlWfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bkfx8Zm_jR0/s1600-h/soil"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScBvmDRlWfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bkfx8Zm_jR0/s400/soil" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314370259801954802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're a jazz band from Japan. Eccentric bunch. Heard their performance for Java Jazz was awesome. Cannot wait! (:  AND... 2 days back, Joachim said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do you want to interview Soil&amp;amp;Pimp, Intan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; YEAH I WOULD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tts the latest juiciest news I've got. Maybe gg Mosaic tonight but I'm still thinking abt it. I don't really like the band line-up today and besides.... my sch ends late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back w more news! (if I am still alive lah. HAHA). FRIDAY - ARNOLD'S CHICKEN ANYBODY? Tell me okay? Yani and I are gna have a Chicky Fiesta there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See you buttercups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2133539423209805741?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2133539423209805741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/runny-nose-and-aches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2133539423209805741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2133539423209805741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/runny-nose-and-aches.html' title='Runny nose and aches.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/ScBvmDRlWfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bkfx8Zm_jR0/s72-c/soil' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4073204825028367588</id><published>2009-03-16T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:02:11.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy!</title><content type='html'>Half eyes closed, aching feet, blind as a bat - dunno wtf my specs went, now I'm like typing according to my instincts and squinting like an old person. Ladies and gentlemen, it had not been a great weekend to enjoy and lay back. I am super tired and guess what? Before I know it, the inevitable MOANday is here. Shit. Another one final cycle baby. Photos for Indiepop was really niceeeee! Of course lah taken none other den dot dot dot.... hehehe. MY SWEETIE BOY! Gta get writing before I get the MALAS ATTACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Been awhile since I have a strong hatred for Monday. Stinkin' hell bloody cow Rumplestiltskin Monday. Ughhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4073204825028367588?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4073204825028367588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4073204825028367588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4073204825028367588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2769502093538689474</id><published>2009-03-13T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:58:01.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bossa baby</title><content type='html'>Been having Lisa Ono on my repeat for hours now. Such pristine voice. How I wish my voice was like tt! LOL. How's it gg people? I'm finally done w the shitty 2-column script for A2. Such hassle~. I'll make sure the next one, others will have their taste in script writing. Its about time. (: I shall just be a ....mentor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's this buzz I've been getting lately? Come on already! What's the whole point of yakking non-stop, claiming this and tt on end? Just accept the way things are. So what if you're a regular. So what if you're working your ass off. Still, at the end of the day...it's all about playing the game right. Pfft. Bet you won't even understand what these words meant. Forget it. Simply put - I won't let a scum like you to be compared to me. You're nothing lah okay? Go suck some ball and sulk some more. Nabehcb. Just accept the fact tt you're an idiot. Thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the another forces of evil(s) - now tt the head is missing, the body is in an utter chaos. Good luck lame kiddos. You call tt selfish? Go learn your Eng properly first lah. SERVES YOU RIGHT FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO OTHERS. Hahah! Cry me a river~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think from today onwards, I shall stop myself from looking at things tt will bring negativity. Nah uh, no good. Baby da malas. HAHA. Had Swensens and chilled for awhile yest at town. Baked rice wasn't as good cos it came late..AND NOT TT SIZZLING HOT AS IT ALWAYS IS. Hmph. Ice-cream and waffles arrived way too early too. Cb. Cannot enjoys waffle properly as its already all soggy and stuff. Thanks anw, Imran! You may not read this but I just wish tt things will pick up as soon as possible! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yani and I had been thinking abt what we wna do to our hair. She said she wants to dye every strand of her hair to smth copperish. As for me..the thought of having a short bob hairstyle is playing in my mind. I'm just afraid tt I'll look gigantic and outta place. Like whether whatever I always wear out would still suit me, will I look like a dork w my specs on, do I look retarded - simply put. Hahaha... Idk why are all these are taken into consideration when..when....I haven't even do anything. Worry wart. Anw, I hope to meet my girls up real soon. Missing them pretty badly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a decent-paying p/t job sure is difficult nowadays man. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPS SET-UP REHEARSAL. Sweet colour isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SblL5MaAVKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/p4kono3MvWI/s1600-h/Photo+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SblL5MaAVKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/p4kono3MvWI/s400/Photo+218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312360681415136418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2769502093538689474?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2769502093538689474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/bossa-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2769502093538689474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2769502093538689474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/bossa-baby.html' title='Bossa baby'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SblL5MaAVKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/p4kono3MvWI/s72-c/Photo+218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-1366036715514665132</id><published>2009-03-08T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:21:46.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To love is to suffer.  To avoid suffering, one must not love.  But then, one suffers from not loving.  Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer.  To be happy is to love.  To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy.  Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonderful quote tt I came across days ago. W all these crazy things happening in my life right now I thank God tt at the end of the day, I still do have somebody to turn to, somebody to share my happy moments w, somebody who has a heart. Some shit happened again yest. On some days, I just wish tt I won't be happy, smiling, laughing, doing fun stuff and all cos when I'm back to my cruel reality, chances of me breaking into dreadful tears are 99:1 percent guaranteed. This is getting old. All and everything is. Come Dec 2009, I will be reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday chillout w Magmug was a good one. My first time meeting the people behind the e-zine. Those of you who have not heard abt it. MAGMUG is an e-zine and is focused Asian music, event reviews and such. Do take a look some time. We went to this place called 'Wild Oats'. It's at Mt. Emily there. Spot for the rich lah. I heard the food is good.. Nvm, next time can try. (: Its secretly tucked in deeeeeep inside. Romantic place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbNwwLv9FwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7K0SsroFKU8/s1600-h/place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbNwwLv9FwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7K0SsroFKU8/s400/place.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310712358689904386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colonial-looking building. Psst, see the small 3rd storey there? Apparently, there was a Jew family staying in this place and the room is specially for them to beat up their kids/punish them. Creeps. I'm out for now. Gta get cleaning up this s-hole and mtg my lover. Later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3609368089398165732-1366036715514665132?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1366036715514665132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1366036715514665132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1366036715514665132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbNwwLv9FwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7K0SsroFKU8/s72-c/place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-416759524097727376</id><published>2009-03-06T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:54:39.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT PRATA.</title><content type='html'>Why is it always me who have to make way for the rest all the time. Tmr, Sat I'm having smth on. Sun is a stay at home day. Have a good weekend all. I'm gna hunt for some pratas come break time. Luckily I'm smart enough to divert my thoughts to smth else and not dwell on the pathetic realityyy!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel like I am falling sick soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-416759524097727376?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/416759524097727376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-prata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/416759524097727376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/416759524097727376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-prata.html' title='I WANT PRATA.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4438634363345218196</id><published>2009-03-05T20:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:59:37.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amachiammmm?</title><content type='html'>Supppp-edek ya'll. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually kinda swamped in paperssss right now. How was school/work/life? My social life had been reduced to ZILCH. Its another huge hump tt I'm trying to cross right now. Haha! Can you actually imagine me crossing a hump? Cos actly I am trying to imagine myself. Uhhmm, anw woke up kinda late to meet the girls at Wdlands. Thanks to the script writing tt stretches up to the wee hours in the morning. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we've decided on the colour themes for the set. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Tiffany blue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;creamy white&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;w a pearly sheen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to it. Ahhhh lookin' all sweet and prettaye... Measurements to be made tmr for the panels. Now what's left is just the measurements for zee couches and zee platforms. Hope we won't blow the budget! Talents not too confident abt it. Hopefully not much of a problem insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Short announcement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ladies and gents, I, Intan had found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and I'm proud to share this great news to all of you out there OFFICIALLY. Family, friends, fans (chey). I have officially found what I've been looking for in life. I am so sorry if this news is too sudden and all. I really had to do this. On impulse? Too soon? Oh well... You know its love once your breath deepens and your heartbeat races. Tt gaze tt seem to last forever and ever. The sheepish smile tt creeps for the umpteenth times. Let me introduce to you to the one who is destined to be w me.. Whose voice is ever so sweet whenever my name is called..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sa_dVNZ9FvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IW5y10LKXfc/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sa_dVNZ9FvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IW5y10LKXfc/s400/Picture+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309705842138617586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say Ola to mi Lov-ah.. "Ballerine" from a place named Cartier. How can any girl not fall in love w it??? It has got exquisite written all over this damn thing! *faints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt was kinda uncalled for but I just can't resist it. I've been thinking about it non-stop. ): I'm semi brain dead actually. 2 articles for &lt;a href="http://www.magmug.com/"&gt;Magmug&lt;/a&gt; halfway done still. Oh, in case if you wanna know how the interview w Nidji went : IT WAS NICE! I get people asking me..."Nidji who??" or "Nidji? What's tt?" or even a classic one from V, "They famous or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Silly right! I actually watched their live performance on this Channel 7 (I think) from M'sia one lah. I fell for Nidji and got my mother to get me a copy of their album 'Breakthru' from one of her trips to you-knw-where. Keep the story short. To those who haven't seen how Nidji looked like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sa_h0VqpM9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/V8iF7P12MWo/s1600-h/nidji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sa_h0VqpM9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/V8iF7P12MWo/s400/nidji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309710774978556882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Famous?? Taking their shows performed all over Indo and M'sia, awards, nominations, and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sa_h08-AwbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MOWuxoo1WKQ/s1600-h/sunburstlaunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sa_h08-AwbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MOWuxoo1WKQ/s400/sunburstlaunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309710785528775090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...performing for SUNBURST 2009 into consideration, they look they are pretty much famous already man! You all don't talk so much lah. Your band perform at Sunburst den come tell me okay? So my phone interview w Nidji's guitarist, Rama went A-Okay. Thank God. I think I was nervous about whether I get the Qs right rather den gushing about them. BUTTTT after tt, when I listened to our convo, I was smiling like a jungle pig. HAHAHA! Jungle pig is, according to my classmate Shasha a wild boar. Direct translation : Babi Hutan = Jungle Pig. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get back to work like NOW. Too carried away. Watch out for the articles on the linked webbie soon guys. Anybody who wants to jio me go out, you are welcome to do so...Even if it means lepak-ing at the void deck drinking bubble tea and talking nonsense. I need to socialize before I forget your names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wants to company me for "Mualaf" movie by Yasmin Ahmad the claimed controversial director from Malaysia (who to me, is not at all) this Saturday at Causeway Point tell me please. Poor Intan has no company to go w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till den xiao titis and meimeis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vewpnbQYqMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vewpnbQYqMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LET'S ALL GET CAUGHT UP IN THE INDO FEVER! Shit, now I feel like eating IndoMie instant noodles.......)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4438634363345218196?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4438634363345218196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/amachiammmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4438634363345218196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4438634363345218196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/03/amachiammmm.html' title='Amachiammmm?'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/Sa_dVNZ9FvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IW5y10LKXfc/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4978864031780126900</id><published>2009-02-28T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:41:31.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul-less.</title><content type='html'>Been super busy w stuff but I promise I'll be back w a proper entry next time. Just to let you ppl knw tt I'm currently been super busy w sch and shit. V's health not looking good. Warded again. It just saddens me to see him in the state tt he's in now. )': Only God knows how what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day again tmr. Wedding in the morn, visiting him, Esplanade again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys take care now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4978864031780126900?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4978864031780126900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/soul-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4978864031780126900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4978864031780126900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/soul-less.html' title='Soul-less.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-5692123982589875340</id><published>2009-02-20T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:58:12.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-checkups by Dr. Ints</title><content type='html'>SIDETRACK: I just finished watching 'Marley and Me'. I'm the kind of person who is really not those 'animal' movie kinda person. Smth about the movie poster just moved me. Its a simple movie poster. Nothing fancy really. Okay, hold I'll go google it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZ7HBgXRUjI/AAAAAAAAADw/c8LKVWlZTzA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZ7HBgXRUjI/AAAAAAAAADw/c8LKVWlZTzA/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304896239770358322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.. If tt isn't cute idk what tt is! Its a super touching movie tt made me shed some tears which is kinda rare. Either tt I'm in a sensitive phase of the month (PMS-ish) or its just this movie. I can't make up my mind. Okay so enough of the sidetrackkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking alot about myself and stuff. Sometimes I even wonder if I were to meet myself, would I even be friends w myself. Tad confusing, you should know what I'm talking about if you're smart enough. HAH! These thoughts just flashed at the back of my mind and quite frankly, I must say I'm kinda regretting the choices I had made so far. OH GOLLY GEE WHIZ! I need to cut some slack and stop having so many second thoughts. I should just brave the shit out of my mousey self and just do whatever I want! Tts the thing abt me nowadays you know. It fucking irritates the shit out of me. There's too many second thoughts.. or perhaps third, fourth and so on. I NEED TO GET OUT MORE! I TERRIBLY need to get selfish. Look at what I've done? Now let's look at the end product? NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the word 'sad' is too gay to be describing what I'm feeling right now. These self-reflections just keeps coming knocking on my blardee head. I do not, DO NOT, wna find myself saying "Oh.. I regret not doing...." "Oh, they're right, I should've ..." "I can't believe I didn't ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way in hell. Just typing them out makes me real nervous. Fucking 20 and still so scared dunno for what eh. Hmph. So note to self: FTW! Afterall, at the end of the day, its not the choices tt I chose, its where it brings me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actly I've been wanting to say this in my previous entry bt tt ended up being pretty much, simply summarized. What I wanted to say is : WELL, IT MAY NOT BE ME THIS TIME. YOU CAN JUST SUCK UP ALL YOU WANT. SOME THINGS HAPPEN JUST BECAUSE. I'M GNA MAKE IT THRU SOME OTHER WAYS TT I CAN AND WILL FIND. NO THANKS TO SWEET FAKE STUFF TT WILL EVENTUALLY MAKE YOUR TEETH FALL OFF ROTTEN, NO THANKS TO SUCKING UP! &lt;/span&gt;(fyi - enquiries won't be entertained. ciao!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today. Thanks and good nite kind souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-5692123982589875340?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5692123982589875340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-checkups-by-dr-ints.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5692123982589875340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5692123982589875340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-checkups-by-dr-ints.html' title='Self-checkups by Dr. Ints'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZ7HBgXRUjI/AAAAAAAAADw/c8LKVWlZTzA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8932591934093752325</id><published>2009-02-20T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:48:20.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTS SUPER GAY!</title><content type='html'>SO.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING.&lt;br /&gt;LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8932591934093752325?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8932591934093752325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/tts-super-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8932591934093752325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8932591934093752325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/tts-super-gay.html' title='TTS SUPER GAY!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4338188627828854799</id><published>2009-02-17T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:31:31.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-t-r-e-s-s-e-d!</title><content type='html'>I'm gna go do my 'ritual' after this mini update.&lt;br /&gt;Assignment 2 roles are out! So yeah. Hopefully it's gonna be all good. Its kinda shitty tho. Like one burden after anotherrr. An overdramatic scene occured just now in sch. Idk man. Somebody has to give in to the other or our results will be at risk. Oh, fuck tt. Its still too early to predict things. Strange enough, I am in fact looking forward to the next assignment given my new role. Smth new. Smth tt I had never done before. Gta keep it smooth sailin'.. Insya'Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Would like to ask if there is any: Budding articulate talents who aren't camera shy! I need a host for my upcoming mini, super duper short talkshow. If you think you'd like to give us amateurs a helping hand. Please inform! A.s.a.p if possible. To bloghoppers, spread the word alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, gna get my ass back to work. Scriptttttssssss blardee scrippppttttsss! AHHHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;*rolls around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This is kinda difficult. Idk whether I can do this. I have to be strongggggg (and muscular!) hahahaha.&lt;/span&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/3609368089398165732-4338188627828854799?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4338188627828854799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/s-t-r-e-s-s-e-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4338188627828854799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4338188627828854799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/s-t-r-e-s-s-e-d.html' title='S-t-r-e-s-s-e-d!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3172383774154525323</id><published>2009-02-17T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:46:59.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal gRrumble!</title><content type='html'>Howdy mates!&lt;br /&gt;How d'you do? Gta get sleeping aftr this. Short update before I forget everything tmr. My day was so-so today. Cabbed to sch. Final touch ups for the script and den there was some external ppl doing photography/videos in our studios so yeah. Early dismissal. Waste time right. Nabei. Hahaha. Came home and laze around and guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I WENT JOGGING JUST NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who still are clueless - it was the first day of the year for me. Which means, its a fresh start. Cos I figured tt the shit habits got stuck w me and I decide to do an ultimate change. Maybe ultimate is too strong a word. Heh. So damn shagged. I've got no idea why I can't sleep when I'm this tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;It went pretty fine. This isn't as easy as I thought it would be. Hell, nothing will get to me this time. So sick of myself! Found out tt I've put on 5kg. My mind isn't pulling a prank on me now. Its true. Whatever they said are true. I didddd put on weight. Ewwww. Anw, I had chicken soup for b'fast/egg toasts for lunch/same soup for dinner and I just snacked on carrots whenever I have those sudden pangs of hunger. NOW, I'M SERIOUSLY HUNGRY AND I'M GNA GO SLEEP TO AVOID TT IRRITATING FEELING. GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY. WISH ME LUCK FOR DAY 2. *stomach doing beatbox &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;as background &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt; Must try and sleep on the promised timing. 11pm. Urgh. Will try tmr. InsyaAllah. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3172383774154525323?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3172383774154525323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/royal-grrumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3172383774154525323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3172383774154525323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/royal-grrumble.html' title='Royal gRrumble!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4314908146194696566</id><published>2009-02-15T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:36:16.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is about time for a... FUCKING REVOLUTION!</title><content type='html'>Frm this cmg Monday onwards, Claud and I made a vow between ourselves. We are gg to do a huge experiment on ourselves. Hopefully this works cos I'm hating how I look right now. All my clothes doesn't look as good - not tt they look good to begin w, so imagine tt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Monday, 16Feb09, it is den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This blog will officially, as of the mentioned date, will have an extra update on how it goes. So yeah. Hope it works!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4314908146194696566?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4314908146194696566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-about-time-for-fucking-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4314908146194696566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4314908146194696566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-about-time-for-fucking-revolution.html' title='It is about time for a... FUCKING REVOLUTION!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-7080826197257294126</id><published>2009-02-13T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:22:40.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to party like so badly! ):</title><content type='html'>I never felt like this before but the urge is pushing me to the brink of gg insane. I still rem the times before. Me and Shimmy b fav past time. This is the summary of what we ALWAYS do. like maybe 2x a week till... well... till every last cent in our acc is spent!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1: Pack lightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring the smallest bag possible. Only essentials!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#2: &lt;/span&gt;Wear the shoe tt you want to wear to work &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The day before must keep your work shoes at work so can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3: Bring a top to wear on tt night and wear your work shirt to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must wear the bottoms tt you will be wearing so less hassle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4: Work fast. Extremely fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The earlier you finish = cheaper cab fare + more time to enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5: 10min touch up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change, wash face, make-up touch ups, spray perfume for the final touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: Pay for entry.&lt;br /&gt;Drink buy frm 7-11 lahh cheaper mah.&lt;br /&gt;#7: Some harmless flirting and dancing till feet are sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cue: GO HOME ALREADY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...The good ol' times. How fantastic tt was. I wonder where on earth I got tt much of money to just throw on such nonsensical things. Zzz. Now? Uhhmmm ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my laptop dies, (left w 7min btw). I'm gna wish everybody a happy v'day!! Enjoysss~ Update more abt mine tmr. Cai jien! Wan an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3609368089398165732-7080826197257294126?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7080826197257294126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-party-like-so-badly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7080826197257294126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7080826197257294126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-party-like-so-badly.html' title='I want to party like so badly! ):'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2188079111054862879</id><published>2009-02-11T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:24:06.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had fun in school today, Ma.</title><content type='html'>Indeed! Kinda feel like pulling my hair out when I operate the visual mixer! It went kinda smooth after a few tries. Thank goodness. Sat at the edge of my chair. Yea, it was tt stressing. With more practice I think I'm good to go..(to hell, if I screw up!) I like school at times as it make me realize tt I really have friends. HAHA! You knw tt kind of feeling? Sad case right I.. They got into a frenzy w my PhotoBooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhBUqWvI/AAAAAAAAADY/LdGuhC1wa7Y/s1600-h/Photo+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhBUqWvI/AAAAAAAAADY/LdGuhC1wa7Y/s400/Photo+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301528977077852914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhP7PQ2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZgJOWX728QI/s1600-h/Photo+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhP7PQ2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZgJOWX728QI/s400/Photo+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301528980997751650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhIwCdjI/AAAAAAAAADI/T8fKUIcEm4Q/s1600-h/Photo+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhIwCdjI/AAAAAAAAADI/T8fKUIcEm4Q/s400/Photo+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301528979071727154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhEZJDWI/AAAAAAAAADA/K5jNzLhUX-g/s1600-h/Photo+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhEZJDWI/AAAAAAAAADA/K5jNzLhUX-g/s400/Photo+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301528977901948258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQg64TdPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UErcqHf2C4w/s1600-h/Photo+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQg64TdPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UErcqHf2C4w/s400/Photo+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301528975348298994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some of em. (: I malas nak upload. Got a whole lot. May be uploading to Facebook or smth soon. Real sooon. P/s: Aku didn't knw Sakai ada misai. Hahaha! And .. I need to get my hair done real soon. Its beyond control of the forces of nature. Cis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for the weekendddddd after so long? Its cos I'll be heading to Sentosa for some funtime. YAY! Firstly its cos, I think I need to get a life. Secondly, I'm deprived of social interactions lately. Thirdly, I think I will go for a tan. Yeah. If you're somewhere around Sentosa and saw a friendly hippo laying motionless on the seaside like a dead whale. Tt could be me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah as I was chatting w Yani just now. I suddenly rem a promise tt we used to have : Have bfs and go on a date; together. Few years on here we are. Not productive at all. Oh yeah, this too, reminds me about people forgetting friends. Just plain &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Damn right you are! Hmmm.. Just we wait and see. Semoga jodoh berpanjangan smp ke lobang kuburrrr. Geli ah aku tgk. Serious tak bedek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you tt I'm now hooked to Dashboard Confessional? Dunno why all of a sudden. Padahal so lama already right. Hahaha Kesiann. Been listening to them on repeat. Okay I'm gna go get some grub. Craving for laksa so badly. Urghh. Hope school will be a good one tmr. Wait... what hope??? It MUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toodlings, Earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2188079111054862879?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2188079111054862879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-fun-in-school-today-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2188079111054862879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2188079111054862879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-fun-in-school-today-ma.html' title='I had fun in school today, Ma.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SZLQhBUqWvI/AAAAAAAAADY/LdGuhC1wa7Y/s72-c/Photo+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-6693091783373213771</id><published>2009-02-11T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:00:39.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet Proof Soul.</title><content type='html'>Just got back an hour ago. Met V around his office area at River Valley. Had supper at Hougang.. I really should stop doing this sinful things! Its taking a toll on my waistline! Yani texted me justnow telling me about this miraculous plan. Yani, I hope we're for real this time.. I'm seriously in need to shed a few of my excess 'muscles'. Please update aku okay! I'm trying to cut down on my food intake. HAHA, Hope it works. Elaborate more tmr. I'm like half-concious right now. Sade's a good choice for lullabies. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye buttercups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-6693091783373213771?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6693091783373213771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/bullet-proof-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6693091783373213771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6693091783373213771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/bullet-proof-soul.html' title='Bullet Proof Soul.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8778146463510193232</id><published>2009-02-10T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:54:16.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braindead!</title><content type='html'>Just finished the first draft for my script. Not badly written leh? (Shiok sendiri again eh.) Had a really bad day today. Slept 99.9% of the day. I need to vent out all these emotions tt had been bottled since forever. Its getting unhealthy. Unusual sleeping hours.. Wonder when all this gna end. I need a job a.s.a.p. Gna go to one ltr or tmr hopefully if the cash permits. Bloody stressed sia. Cb. Everyday sigh2 like no tmr. Migraine non stop. New pimples cmg out. Wtf. If no choice already I think I'll be back to square one. Tts gna be a diff story entirely btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there's a number of things I've noticed gg on lately. I'm peeved looking at people misusing the word 'random'. It is like another word to replace 'whatever' or 'blah blah'. Tts disturbing. Terribly disturbing. Its a word used to describe too! Like ever since when?&lt;br /&gt;Say, "hi, my name is xx and i'm totally random" is totally everywhere. Or like "Eh I suddenly wna eat nasi lemak seh.. omg, tts I'm totally random la!" The word has totally lost its essence now. It will never be the sameee! Nev-ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proceeding, made, or occurring without definite aim, reason, or pattern: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the random selection of numbers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Its occuring w/o definite aim/reason/pattern! What has tt to do w what kind of person you are/your personality seriously? You mean you don't know who you are? Fuck, this can go on forever and its ticking to 4am. Better drop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, and one more. This part is a lil touchy for me knowing tt I'm just another rookie/beginner in photography and stuff. Have you noticed there's people strapping dSLRs over their necks as though its just another necklace or just just to show their status ("haha screw you asswipes, you can't afford theseeeee!") No doubt, its  den again these paraders most of the time have sucky work. Want evidence? I got alot! Just bloghop and stay alert (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm off to sch now, fell asleep while writing the entry. Have a good Tuesday ya'll. I must be happy today. I must be happy today. I must be happy today. I must...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8778146463510193232?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8778146463510193232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/braindead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8778146463510193232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8778146463510193232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/braindead.html' title='Braindead!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2229843230981995440</id><published>2009-02-09T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:56:19.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MOANIN AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally done! Spankin' new layout tt actually is functioning. Yeeha~ I'm like having a mental block right now. Script for newscasting is not done yet. There's nothing tt I can think off given this blardee simple job to do!! How how how how how.. Mati already tmr must do a speedy one. -.- Mampur liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, did a lil bit of catching up w Rish just now. Life is indeed a problematic one sadly. Hope everything will turn out good. Given the similar macho trait tt we both are given - (excessively may I add?) I knw how she feels, frankly. I think I shoud get some new hobbies. I'm starting to get a worse case lethargic-ness!! Tt sucks. Tmr I shall do... JOGGING! Tts gna be my time filler tmr. Promise. I had been procrastinating gila babi abt it. Thighs are getting bigger, stomach getting buncit-er, arms getting flabbier. This calls for an emergency reality check! Takpe, besok aku update lagi.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SY8oEGa7dBI/AAAAAAAAACw/OTOpoECtDhs/s1600-h/Photo+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SY8oEGa7dBI/AAAAAAAAACw/OTOpoECtDhs/s400/Photo+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300499337346511890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY HEAD KENA CONE-D. Obigood. He kept scratching his sore left eye till it bled!! So I asked my mother to go to the vet and ask fr this magical thing. I shall call it the Astronaut Kitty. It walks backwards now (moon walk), it now walks w a weird anti-gravity style (cos need to balance the thing mah?) So funny and cute. Not in a sadistic way lah. It is cute even w/o the cone what! Hope it gets well soon since his eyes are getting better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gna go sleep now. Trying the sleeping theraphy thingy tt Hyda has frm Bath&amp;amp;Bodyworks tt claims to make you sleep faster. I shall a guinea pig out of myself!! Goody night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SY8oEJSoRwI/AAAAAAAAACo/CVQHuXmYwWQ/s1600-h/IMAG0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SY8oEJSoRwI/AAAAAAAAACo/CVQHuXmYwWQ/s400/IMAG0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300499338117007106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SY8oD40jfqI/AAAAAAAAACg/znGYS45FJJU/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SY8oD40jfqI/AAAAAAAAACg/znGYS45FJJU/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300499333695897250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking thru the photos and these 2 caught my eye. Idk how to feel suddenly. I'm missing him. Hope he does miss me too. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. If he keeps on doing what he do now, den.. (fill in the blanks) GOOD NIGHT V. HOPE YOU'RE SOUND ASLEEP. I KNW YOU ARE READING THIS. FYI, YES, I AM THINKING ABT YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2229843230981995440?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2229843230981995440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-moanin-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2229843230981995440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2229843230981995440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-moanin-again.html' title='GOOD MOANIN AGAIN!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SY8oEGa7dBI/AAAAAAAAACw/OTOpoECtDhs/s72-c/Photo+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4370148195319149769</id><published>2009-02-08T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:29:51.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it kills me,</title><content type='html'>So yest shoot went pretty awesome. Abit of glitch but so far its smooth sailing. People coming late (nothing new rite? lol), video camera not yet charged, Shasha doesn't know how to operate the video camera ("my uncle did teach me how to use but I malas wanna listen"), Sakai trying to be creative ("Sorry I'm late, I was stuck in the jam") Somebody please tell me, ever since when frm Woodlands to my place got jam one? Or is it I'm unaware tt I'm residing in Johore Bahru?! Hahaha. So funny. So yeah they acted out pretty well and stuff. Wanted to edit on the spot but there's no cable to connect it to my laptop. Hopefully the edits won't be much of a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda frustrates me. Sometimes I feel tt I'm not doing things any good..but wth, I tried so hard. Idk what else to do and if it just gna be the same den how? Now tt things are getting busier, its not gna be like before. I'm aware of it but... Ahhhhh. I think I need to think abt it - not tt I haven't been all the while...zzz. Its okay, nvm. Don't feel like talking to anybody. So to all, if I didn't rpl/answer calls/text pls don't ask. AKU MALAS. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Condolences to Kak Aisha and Abg Man for the loss of their son, Hizqil Nor Aiman who had been bravely fighting for his life for 2 months in ICU. Allah lebih menyayanginya. Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat dan diberkati Allah s.w.t. Amin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its been awhile since I laugh till I cried. I miss my friends. Wtf are you all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4370148195319149769?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4370148195319149769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-it-kills-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4370148195319149769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4370148195319149769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-it-kills-me.html' title='If it kills me,'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3614220097744011956</id><published>2009-02-07T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:51:21.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GONNA BE ALRIGHT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm pretty much gotten myself used to all this.&lt;br /&gt;You could say.. it was expected.&lt;br /&gt;When you really want smth, its got to be right there and immediate.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, don't worry. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT THE FIRST TIME ANY WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't bother. seriously. cos I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3614220097744011956?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3614220097744011956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-be-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3614220097744011956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3614220097744011956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-gonna-be-alright.html' title='I&apos;M GONNA BE ALRIGHT.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-5117227294005539514</id><published>2009-02-03T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:35:59.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive, yes.</title><content type='html'>This blog had been crickety. Crickety as in you can literally hear the crickets sound? Get it?? Nvm. I've longed to update abount my vunderful birthday but I just keep on forgetting! Either tt, or I just don't have any ideas to write about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it seems, I never thought I'd live this far to have a digit '2' in front. The day started off pretty early. Possibly out of excitement? Woke up w a warm fuzzy feeling prolly because of the night before. Texts, calls and online msgs for me on my birthday. God, I feel like an earthling finally. Bet you don't even know how good it felt.. Littlest things matters you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up abt 7am+ and do some shit aimless stuff. Text V and den I fell asleep. So got ready the moment I woke up and there she goes gettin' on my nerves. Goodnessssss, she cannot even give me a break even on my birthday. So foul things aside (for awhile, just awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the repetitive disappointment thruout the years - my 18th doesn't count cos I had a blast minus the unpleasant part! Heheheh. This year it was a nice, relaxed and a wonderful one. Headed to Salvation Army to give some or perhaps should I rephrase a trash bag load of books and unused clothes and stuff and we're off to Arab St for some sheesha fix while waiting for dinner time. He took some photos which I edited. Turns out pretty fab. (Chey, masuk lift picit sendiri nampak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, back to story: V told me tt he did a reservation for dinner. MONGOLIAN restaurant. Queer choice but knowing me, I love food right tts why I fat! So he drove to around Katong area. Those stretch of shophouses lined w restaurants. Finally he grabbed me and entered this minimalist looking restaurant. JENG JENG JENG.. Japanese food for dinner! Yay x 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate as if there was no tmr, imagine tt! Aftr I makan, V told the waitress, "We're done" So I thought maybe he wanted to settle the bill and stuff. Guess what??? Another waiter came to our table w a cake and a candleeeee~~! ((: Wait, tts not it. Here comes the soap opera-ish part :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stretched his arms and gave me a small box. I opened it and a nice diamond ring was sitting nicely inside. HAHAHA! Seriously, aku ni kental sikit. Part2 gini aku mmg terer. Terer setep macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, up till now, I still s.s thinking abt it. Thanks for all your time b. Appreciate tt. Just so you know, it was definitely a day to be rem and i really had an awesome time w you. Love you and may the fantabulous time we're having together last forever and ever. *Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: This whole entry is solely written by yours truly, fyi. The post of this blog was postponed so many times so tts why its a lil overdued topic to be shared. Thanks for all the birthday wishes from all of you ppl out there! It is greatly appreciated. (:&lt;br /&gt;(Photos uploaded are just some of which tt I already uploaded on my facebook. Enjoy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;Ints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SYsTxoYpHYI/AAAAAAAAACY/pKIGahRiFwc/s1600-h/3234457658_17230652kkac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299351129906814338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SYsTxoYpHYI/AAAAAAAAACY/pKIGahRiFwc/s400/3234457658_17230652kkac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SYsTxggIneI/AAAAAAAAACQ/N_IcHWG4ECE/s1600-h/3234457830_d837abd06b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299351127790755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SYsTxggIneI/AAAAAAAAACQ/N_IcHWG4ECE/s400/3234457830_d837abd06b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SYsTxi6nEvI/AAAAAAAAACI/JMt5mXdSg0U/s1600-h/3234458220_52b1b37726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299351128438674162" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SYsCLnLsEfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lcW4u7rxOmU/s400/3233606717_fsadsa00959cd83.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/3609368089398165732-5117227294005539514?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5117227294005539514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-alive-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5117227294005539514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5117227294005539514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-alive-yes.html' title='Still alive, yes.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SYsTxoYpHYI/AAAAAAAAACY/pKIGahRiFwc/s72-c/3234457658_17230652kkac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3058823290242017568</id><published>2009-01-29T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:04:34.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>FLICKR CAN GO FUCK ITSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;@$^%^%&amp;amp;$^)%(!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3058823290242017568?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3058823290242017568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3058823290242017568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3058823290242017568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-334917984748620763</id><published>2009-01-28T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:06:18.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Pt.II) &amp; extras.</title><content type='html'>Oh here's the second part;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goody Mornin'. I have some plans in mind for the coming weekend. Feel like taking photos. Any followers? There's a few places in mind. I need to have photos for the portfolio. My collection of photos are getting boring. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my teacher already. She said okay! Yay! Watch out kentalssss! Korang semua merepek nk mampos so no point keeping it a secret anw dumbfuckss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-334917984748620763?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/334917984748620763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/ptii-extras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/334917984748620763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/334917984748620763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/ptii-extras.html' title='(Pt.II) &amp; extras.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2992222931156155796</id><published>2009-01-27T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:10:57.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't  remember when I ever had so much fun (Pt.I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time check: 7.01AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I better get some sleep before the sun rises. The sky is starting to lit up so I just make a quick update and will elaborate further ltr when I'm awake. Just sent Shimmy and Ayul downstairs justnow. Chill baby at my home. Laughed till I teared w their usual antics tt I use to see everyday. Ayul as always depart to another world halfway and came back a few hours ltr. Miss it lah, so  long never do this kinda thing!! Cannot wait for Saturdayyyyy...! Yippee ya ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things to update about but I'll just save it for later before the monsters are awake and not forgetting Mr.Sunshine (silap big time nyah.) ltr cannot sleep, mati I. V's gg J.B w his momma ltr on. He asked me to tag along but.............uhh(??) If you're reading this, text me before you go okay. Not tt I'm following lah, just wna know. Heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ltr must cook! My mother's working. Sigh. Not again - and again and again. After tt can leps w em both or smth. See how. I hope V's gna get well soon. I just hate to see him in pain. ): Yes, surprisingly I've got feelings too. *rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Shit, this was supposed to short isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-2992222931156155796?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2992222931156155796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-remember-when-i-ever-had-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2992222931156155796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2992222931156155796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-remember-when-i-ever-had-so-much.html' title='I can&apos;t  remember when I ever had so much fun (Pt.I)'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-2001013711313421690</id><published>2009-01-26T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:50:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i hate this part right here"</title><content type='html'>Nowadays the title of tt kental song up there reminds me of Risha. *Inside joke (: Getting ready soon. Gna meet her. Its been agesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, how's the long break treating you ppl? One more day left to go! How fast right.. I'm super angry w my stupid cat. They blardee peed on my laptop case. How sia I'm gna bring my laptop ltr.. Kukujiao betul ahh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V's been admitted for a day due to food poisoning. He vomitted like countless of times and stuff. Luckily nothing is serious.. I wonder what made him sick cos whatever he ate, I makan also mah. My stomach is damn powerful I think. *Wiggle babat. Whoever got Ne-yo 'Mad' please send me thru MSN eh. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something made me feel a lil queasy this morning.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Seems like somebody has dreams of becoming a reporter when young but too bad... Fuckin' brainless tts why now like makcik quarters. I am not a wee bit bothered about you and your pathetic life so bitch please lah.. Why not go get some official papers in tt specialty of yours so you can put good use to it? Funding your wedding-at-home at least?? (alamak, how I know?!) Bawah block also cannot afford how like tt wna talk about people?&lt;/span&gt; So old yet so stup. I'm young but at least I don't have a mind of a naive small girl like you when you're counting down a few years to the BIG 3. Have a fun time dining and squeezing at home for your big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Hope the signage that your businessman babylove wants to sell aids your wedding funds. (: Selamat maju jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;V &amp;amp; I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3609368089398165732-2001013711313421690?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2001013711313421690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2001013711313421690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/2001013711313421690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html' title='&quot;i hate this part right here&quot;'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4553392195200564727</id><published>2009-01-25T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:27:28.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be jealous..be, fucking jealous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm going to fucking tell the whole of World Wide Web tt I had a wonderful time of my life just now. I haven't got the pictures yet but I will soooon. It is the bestest thing tt happened to me. ILY! (: Can't sleep right now cos I havent recovered from the shock syndrome. Sorry if I can't express properly. Hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kisses cheek till your skin peels off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay, tts disturbing..Eww?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4553392195200564727?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4553392195200564727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-jealousbe-fucking-jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4553392195200564727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4553392195200564727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-jealousbe-fucking-jealous.html' title='Be jealous..be, fucking jealous.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-6616809837912588793</id><published>2009-01-24T08:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:44:08.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SXpxCoDEqgI/AAAAAAAAABI/A6pHZSaaKqI/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SXpxCoDEqgI/AAAAAAAAABI/A6pHZSaaKqI/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294668601851423234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All smiles frm the bird day girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola mi amor!&lt;br /&gt;A huge smooch to everybody for their birthday wishes. May Allah protect me and my loved ones from harm, give me the strength to face any challenges to come, and last but not least may 2009 be a good year for me. It feels like a normal day to me actly. Esp at home. They're all minding their own businesses. Which is like tt every time so it doesn't really affects me at all. Hmm, this year the first one to wish me was SHIMMY! Hahaha. The one w the perfect timing was none other den...who else right. Sang me birthday song in 3 diff languages also okay! Trilingual. Okay lah, maybe 2 1/4 cos the mandarin one abit cock up but who cares..? I guess its gna be diff this year since I've got somebody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(repeat in an emphasised tone for effect hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fucking early right now. 08:55 in the morn. Woke up w super itchy eyes sia cb. Irritated when my sleep is interrupted you know. Hopefully it won't stay itchy when I'm out. I hate it when it happen esp when I'm wearing my contactssss zzzz. I'm so bored tt I got an account at gays.com. I'm so bored tt I'm browsing thru tagged.com, looking at ladyboys looking for love. I can't believe I did all this. Haha. I guess I might be gg to sleep. Don't wna be sleepy+moody today. Somebody wants to bring me to a secret place for dinner. Let's see how secret is it.. Heh heh. *Can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next wk, I'm gonna celebrate w my girls pulak yay yay. Gna be a long wkend so you guys have a good one and spend it wisely ya. Gong Xi Fa Cai to all the chinese people. May the year of the Ox brings you uhhh, luck..good health..and..wealth? Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I would like to wish Din aka Dinneezel aka Boboi (okay I was jk about the last one.) Happy 18th. Don't think I can come to you birthday pit today cos I'm gna be out for dinner man. Hope you'll have a ball of a time w all your nikkuhs. Oh and "Stay cool and funky always" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Rem tt line anybody? huhuhu) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SXppeXJNlxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GrSpFxb9I90/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SXppeXJNlxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GrSpFxb9I90/s320/DSC00100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294660282257086226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess tt'll be sufficient for now. Gna try to nap. Tc ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-6616809837912588793?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6616809837912588793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6616809837912588793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/6616809837912588793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='BIRTHDAY GIRL!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SXpxCoDEqgI/AAAAAAAAABI/A6pHZSaaKqI/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-5185269357099531816</id><published>2009-01-22T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:00:02.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches.</title><content type='html'>As you all know, my birthday is on this Saturday. Yes a few days more. 2 to be exact. I hate the fact tt it falls near CNY cos obviously Sg will be a ghost town. ): ALSO, everything's super expensive! I'm gonna sleep now. Continue tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-5185269357099531816?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5185269357099531816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/headaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5185269357099531816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/5185269357099531816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/headaches.html' title='Headaches.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-235132736241133664</id><published>2009-01-20T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:02:15.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its just around the cornerrrr. Yippee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm missing my friends whom I use to see almost everyday. Claudia Tan Siok Min, Nur Ariyani, Risha, Nurhashimah. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Imissyou&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(s)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please ask me out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm missing V too. Okay lah, actly  met him like .. last Sun only. Its only Tues so wth rite. I ought to get ready! Going Mediacorp Studio to watch Okto Live! Hope all's gooood bebeh. Mtg the rest at Toa Payoh at 645pm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(supposedly, I just received sms frm Lya tt its changed to 6pm and its 5.58pm now. Baru nak setep punctual!! !#%@#!!) &lt;/span&gt;Gna be bringing camera. Oh I dyed my hair like dark purplish black. The colour only come out to play when there's sunlight! Naughty, naughty.. Tsk tsk. Ok lah. Off now! *Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-235132736241133664?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/235132736241133664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/cannot-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/235132736241133664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/235132736241133664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/cannot-wait.html' title='Cannot wait!'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-8291897136122216296</id><published>2009-01-19T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:57:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder..</title><content type='html'>I always wonder where I stand in their lives. They seem so convincing but I'm skeptical. If they really claimed so, den why the _________? Am I really an object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*No explainations will be given to anyone who asked me abt this. So fuck off. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-8291897136122216296?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8291897136122216296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8291897136122216296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/8291897136122216296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder..'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3795985234190160474</id><published>2009-01-17T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:57:35.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificante</title><content type='html'>My keyboard doesn't illuminates in a dark room and I'm so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Saturday treatin you ppl? Mine couldn't be any better.. I'm still sleepy btw. Had Long John's for breakfast for the first time.. Nice meh?? Okay only? The best is still Burger King and A&amp;amp;W (too bad it died!) Anwwwwwwwwwww, for my birthday I thought of having a dress-themed party. Its gonna be just chillin' and may be heading to the clubs aftr tt? We'll see how (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a pointless entry. I'm just writing for the sake of filling up space and showing you ppl tt I'm a changed &lt;s&gt; man&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img258.imageshack.us/my.php?image=56033163lo4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/1299/56033163lo4.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have this sooooon! (I hope. Hehehhh. *wipes drool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3795985234190160474?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3795985234190160474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/insignificante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3795985234190160474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3795985234190160474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/insignificante.html' title='Insignificante'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3980894057616086831</id><published>2009-01-15T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:50:11.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell...Is tt all we're worth for?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I think its about time to get selfish. You know, thinking for yourself before others. When the time comes, you just seem to be just okay w it. Like.."ahhh, maybe next time". Next time multiplies and still you are the stupid one. Take me for example. On a daily basis, shit happens to me. The same fucking old things. Hmmm. Any suggestions what should I do to her? She fucking use my stuff and treat it like hers. She fucking lose my things yet she can just deny it like as if nothing had happened. Best of all, she dare to raise her voice at me when I tell her to do something. This calls for a revenge. Anybody w nice ideas to suggest what shall I do to her? I feel like fucking throwing her outta my room. She's a fucking dirty and disgusting piece of shit who hates bathing and won't change her bedsheets until its visibly dirty. Now you know~ Thank the heavens I'm not sharing bed w her. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bday is next wk. Can you believe it? Its tt fast... Only next wk! My wish for this year is to get married!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riteeeeeeeeeeee...... There's so many wishes tts in my mind rite now. Maybe I should list it all down soon for keepsakes? Guess what..my body clock is kinda tuned right now. Glitches here and there but its all good! Yay. Its only 12.46am and I'm sleepyy. Usu it'll be like 5-6am when I feel sleepy seh. Guess what? I JUST YAWNED. Hahaha.. Okay tts retarded. I'm done for now. I think V knows me too well. He was saying just now, "confirm you on your laptop when you reach home one.." Confidently, I went "no lahh... serious I'm damn tired sia." Looks like he knows me more den myself. Tts sad. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw boys and girls, just a gentle reminder. Please learn to set priorities in life..and no, I'm not talking about life goals. Start small w everyday things. Get what I'm sayin'? Soo much of a ___________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3980894057616086831?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3980894057616086831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellis-tt-all-were-worth-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3980894057616086831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3980894057616086831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellis-tt-all-were-worth-for.html' title='Hell...Is tt all we&apos;re worth for?'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3443787165596923609</id><published>2009-01-14T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:59:24.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apathetic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it make's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It takes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If it makes you scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   In the bare, anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If it makes you it takes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I dont want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3443787165596923609?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3443787165596923609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/apathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3443787165596923609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3443787165596923609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/apathetic.html' title='Apathetic.'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3752172086294954392</id><published>2009-01-13T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:39:22.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, not again..</title><content type='html'>I met my boboi (HAHAHA) last Sunday. Its been a week since I last saw him.. Met him at Dhoby and walked to his office - yes, he's working even on a Sunday. We sat around East Coast or should I say I sat alone cos he was on the phone most of the time as I look here and there staring at kids happily chasing bubbles and screaming their heads off, a brave person walking to the edge of a waterbreaker 'pipe', ah pek humping the bench. Stuffs like tt... I think we both should do tt often and do yoga by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was kidding about the yoga part, duh. It was a really quiet Sunday compared to those normal 'town-ing' Sundays tt we always have. I like it alot.. (: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;YOU LIKE ANOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, here I go again. Another sleepless night. Woke up w a damn heavy head and non-stop sneezing. I felt really cold. Like freezing cold.. Wanted to go to polyclinic but was just ignored. Oh well... Nothing new anyway. Went cycling for a bit just now..It was fun but so damn chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't sleep. I'm afraid this is really eating me up. Help anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3752172086294954392?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3752172086294954392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-not-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3752172086294954392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3752172086294954392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-not-again.html' title='Tonight, not again..'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-7360124003988739337</id><published>2009-01-11T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:08:33.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='q'/><title type='text'>The downside..?</title><content type='html'>I've been a v big fan of Facebook of late. I made a few online buddies and stuff and it was pure fun.. I guess I would have a different perspective from today onwards. This. Is. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;hi there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan&lt;br /&gt;hey man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;i am in toronto&lt;br /&gt;what city r u in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan&lt;br /&gt;singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;you have very sexy legs&lt;br /&gt;i want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan&lt;br /&gt;huh sexy legs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;yes...i would love it if your wraped them around my waist...mmm&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan&lt;br /&gt;wtf dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;tell me sweetie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;i want to fcuk you and them cum in your mouth...mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;if you want to fcuk me i will invite you to canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a life man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;i have money...and all i want is you..&lt;br /&gt;i want you to swallow my cock and make me cumm hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan&lt;br /&gt;spend it on some blow up doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karim&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.....nah, i need a real sassy little thing with juicy legs like you....&lt;br /&gt;i want you to squeel like a piggy while i am shredding you in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan&lt;br /&gt;not w a person like you.. no thanks&lt;br /&gt;now piss off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY BITCHASS WHITE TRASH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-7360124003988739337?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7360124003988739337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/downside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7360124003988739337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/7360124003988739337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/downside.html' title='The downside..?'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-4858996328569812711</id><published>2009-01-09T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:12:58.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3D nabeh chap teng teng</title><content type='html'>I hate 3D Max classes cos I literally get fits when I see digits happily spacing themselves over the damn software. Complete w grid lines and everything. (Rem the graph paper tt we need to draw curves and all?) Sian. Zzxzxzxzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got serious insomnia problem.. Its getting frustrating by the day you know. My dark rings are like menjadi-jadi nak mampos. Sial peh babi.. Irritating nak mampos. I google "how to change sleeping hours" and I came across this which I will try tonight. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="Step"&gt;                         &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="label"&gt;Step&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Set your alarm clock. Whether you want to rise at 5 in the morning or noon, you need to set your alarm clock. This allows your mind and body to get used to getting up at a certain time every day. It will become easier the longer you do it. After 21 days you might not even need the the alarm clock. However, you will still need to set the alarm for the same time every day--no excuses. Do not allow yourself to sleep in on weekends. Get up when your alarm clock goes off. Do not use the snooze! By rising at the same time every day, your body will understand this and make you sleepy when you need to be and feed you energy when you need it. Make your waking time non-negotiable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="Step"&gt;                         &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only go to bed when you are sleepy. Your body releases certain hormones that make you sleepy and force you to close your eyes. If you go to bed before you feel sleepy, you could end up feeling frustrated because you probably won't be able to go to sleep. Wait until your eyelids feel heavy. Your body will signal the sleepy hormone knowing that you will be waking up at a non-negotiable time. Your body will naturally give you the rest you need. A good way to determine if you are sleepy is to try to read. If you can no longer read, you are too tired and need to go to bed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="Step"&gt;                         &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shut the lights off. About 2 or more hours before you want to be sleeping, you should dim your exposure to light. Close your blinds and shut off the lights. Use a night light for areas that need one, such as your bathroom. Use a reading light for reading or whatever you are doing. You should also shut off all electronics. You will not sleep well with the TV or radio on. Shut them off so your body and mind can rest properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="Step"&gt;                         &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you need some extra help feeling sleepy at a reasonable hour, you can try melatonin. Melatonin is the hormone that is released to make you feel tired. Melatonin is non-addictive and natural. You can take this supplement about 1/2 an hour before you want to be asleep (see Resources below). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="Step"&gt;                         &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step&lt;span class="background"&gt;&lt;span class="number"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rituals also help. It could be reading before bedtime and/or showering when you wake. When we do certain things before we sleep, it can help our body trigger the melatonin in time for us to feel sleepy. When we do certain things after we wake up, it can tell our bodies that it is time to wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this works! Can't wait for Sunday. Gg out w Chick. Yay! Fuck 3D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-4858996328569812711?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4858996328569812711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/3d-nabeh-chap-teng-teng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4858996328569812711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/4858996328569812711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/3d-nabeh-chap-teng-teng.html' title='3D nabeh chap teng teng'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-1295243984879699391</id><published>2009-01-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:53:28.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome me back pleaseee?</title><content type='html'>Maybe I've been an ass for packing up the virtual bags and scooting off to another blogging platform for a while.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;  decided to return after further comparing about which is good. Both are good in their own ways I suppose. Let's see how long I can tahan here before berambus-ing somewhere else. Huhuhu! (I hope not though~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of sch ends tmr. Everything went quite smoothly thank God. May be meeting the Perak-ist for a mini gathering next Friday evening. *Suka. Thinking about the trip just makes me smile to myself like one retarded child. Tt was the first time I didn't quite feel like gg home besides the fact tt I'm missing my sugar. Heheh. Besides tt.. nothing much leh? I didn't miss home at all... Surprisingly! Ahhh .. the resort is like so comfy and nice! Gua suka beb.. Now tt I'm using blogspot, I've got no excuses not to upload pics! Muahaha.. I will do so as soon as I've upload it. its all in the digicam and the reason why I'm unable to transfer was because my laptop doesn't have a card reader (this digicam cable hilang liao).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly my friends whom are just here to pass by or whatever it is, if you want me to link up..Pls leave your addy at the tagboard okay. Jangan act malu2 eh aku ckp haaa.. Its 3.50am and I've got class at 8 till 11.30 DENNNN must wait till 2 to start my 3D class till 5pm? Wtf am I suppose to do to fill up the gaps? -_-" Not as if I've got tons of friends in sch you know. Guess I'll go back home..Speaking of which, I've lost my bloody ezlink card. Tt can only mean exp bus rides cos got no concession mah. *scratch head. Anybody here knows how much to replace student ezlink not? I better get sleeping before I regret tmr. (Happens allllll the fucken time btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-1295243984879699391?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1295243984879699391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-me-back-pleaseee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1295243984879699391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/1295243984879699391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-me-back-pleaseee.html' title='Welcome me back pleaseee?'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609368089398165732.post-3973956534189773113</id><published>2009-01-07T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:32:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin</title><content type='html'>Like a virrrrgiinnnnn~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609368089398165732-3973956534189773113?l=luckylicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3973956534189773113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/virgin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3973956534189773113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609368089398165732/posts/default/3973956534189773113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckylicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/virgin.html' title='Virgin'/><author><name>Intsy.Winsy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04026710617102329174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoMSin8CV1Y/SbKVGd58L4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NLNwk8AdXxc/S220/fb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
