<?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-7718978780184467630</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:21:17.653-08:00</updated><category term='malacca n malaysia'/><category term='My 21st Birthday Celebration'/><category term='i&apos;m blabbering nonsense'/><category term='Jennifer&apos;s Body. lOls.'/><title type='text'>hEr HiGhNeSs MiCh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-5867531252493951278</id><published>2011-04-02T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T09:35:32.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;have been out for most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;going out with different guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;to experience the perfect life of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;SINGLEHOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;going through so many different guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;should say most of them are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;of the same kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;on fri, i finally met up with ches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;he really proved to me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;gentleman DOES EXIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;helping me to carry my stuffs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;letting me go first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;when i'm cold he offer me his jacket,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;even cover for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;shown me the beauty of night view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;seriously ches, i'm wow-ed by u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;never had i experienced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;this kind of "date" before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;so ches, keep up the good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;u will find ur mrs right soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&amp;lt;3 u bro =)&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/7718978780184467630-5867531252493951278?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5867531252493951278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-been-out-for-most-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/5867531252493951278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/5867531252493951278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-been-out-for-most-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-9211471711207686088</id><published>2011-03-22T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T07:06:27.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;should i feel happy about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;should i feel sad about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;4 days only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;and it's over for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;we ain't right for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;all the best for the upcoming r/s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;after wad, 3years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i finally stepped out from that nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;yet i thought that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i could get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;thanks for giving me false hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;u drove me back down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;another nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;wad happened to the promise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;it's all nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;but stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;seriously mich, how fucking dumb can you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i feel like soooooooooooooo sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;but, why cant i shed a single tear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;why cant i cry at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;ha. wh n wc must be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i'm a fucking coldblooded queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;it must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;if not why cant i cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i must not cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i must not whine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i must not throw away my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;to retain what is not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;even how pathetic i might get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i still have my pride to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;he's just nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;but a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;a promise breaker guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;FUCK IT ALL!&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/7718978780184467630-9211471711207686088?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9211471711207686088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2011/03/should-i-feel-happy-about-it-or-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/9211471711207686088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/9211471711207686088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2011/03/should-i-feel-happy-about-it-or-should.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-6579022713745667521</id><published>2011-03-21T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:58:25.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;just soooooooooooo feel like crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;if you don't trust me, wad for be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;are you playing with me feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;tarnishing all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;such nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;just together for few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;yet have conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i wonder, can i hold on any more longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i have absolute trust in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;if you don't have, please tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i will let you go then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i don't see a point in forcing us together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;if we were to keep having such meaningless conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;maybe you ain't the right one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;maybe i ain't the right one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;maybe we just ain't right for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;maybe by letting go, it would prove to be the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;so many maybe, so many thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;am so tired.&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/7718978780184467630-6579022713745667521?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6579022713745667521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-soooooooooooo-feel-like-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6579022713745667521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6579022713745667521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-soooooooooooo-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-3671880322693532391</id><published>2011-03-12T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T07:14:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;been doing lots of thinking recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;just wish that, it would all stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;time to give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;don't treat me so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;i'm scared i will lose my stance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;很爱很爱你，所以愿意舍得让你，往更多幸福的地方飞去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;很爱很爱你，只有让你拥有爱情，我才安心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;你多一滴的温柔，就是对我多一滴的伤害。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;你多一滴的关怀，就是对我多一滴的伤心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;你温柔的拥抱我，只让我更加的眷恋你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;我不求什么，只求你不要对我太好太温柔太关心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;我并不想太伤心，对你有太多的牵挂。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-9054019748525520596</id><published>2011-03-09T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:21:38.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>笨人一个</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;笨死了，我真是笨死了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;简直到了无药可救的境界。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;明知故犯，还陷下去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;老早已停动的心，却因你而跳动。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;只求我的心，不再为你而心动。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='笨人一个'/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-6211460205240317685</id><published>2010-04-25T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:37:29.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My 21st Birthday Celebration'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   Firstly I wanna say, Happy 21st Birthday to Myself! Officially 21 years old already. Feel so old. Hahas. Moreover it's been real long since I last blogged. Been very busy, slogging my life out or wad la. Hahas. Ok, I gonna blogged about my 21st Birthday Celebration. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   23/5/10- Day One- Asked Owen to accompany me go shopping for last minute food around 11+ am. After that, Owen, me n mum took cab down to DownTown East. We arrived around 1.30pm to check in. Went in, put everything in fridge and rest. Owen wanna slp, but I keep disturbing him on bed, made him can't sleep at all. Hahas. Den went to meet my cousin Ying at Tamp to buy cake. Ordered 3kg's Chocolate Fudge Cake. Damn chocolate-y but costly. After that, went back to room to slack awhile. Waited for Owen to change clothes, den we went to Wild Wild Wet to play! Hoho! 1st time went there to play, super shiok. Played till super wet den go back to room to change clothes n bathe. we were there waiting for people to arrive. Owen had to start the fire cos I, being me, is super lazy de, plus I don't know how to start also. Den I was there, busy lying down on bed n rotting away. Hahas. Mum n Bro arrived around 7+pm. Fire already started but too small. So while waiting for the fire to get bigger, I'm still slacking away. By 9+ Des reached. Followed by Liyan n her baobei Alvin. After that is Wilson who arrived around 12.15am. Day One is seriously tired. Cos people studied n booked out of camp. Den we do the room thing. Tired. Around 2+ am we all went lala-land le. hahas =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   24/4/10- Day Two- Woke up around 9.30am. Want to disturb frens, but Liyan n Alvin woke up le. So juz disturb Wilson, Des n Owen. Owen really slp like a pig, I kicked him, pulled him, also nvr wake up. LMAO! After everybody has woke up, we all brushed up and went to mac for breakfast. Owen n my bro went to carry mahjong table. lOls. Afternoon went Ehub! awhile to jubeat, den took cab down to TM with Ying to take my cake while Des, Owen, Liyan n Alvin played pool. Came back, it's raining like shit. Bro's friend was there. I literally ignored him cos in bad mood. Drank 2 bottles of vodka mix in 10mins, face bloody red. lOls. Somemore bad mood. EeMing started fire for me with belly. Real nice of them. And fuck my bro for using things to hit my ass. Real pain, and I cried. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Wiwi n William arrived. Food not ready yet. lOls. And they got places to go off to, so they left very quickly. More people started to pour in. My cousins and their families. My colleagues. Seriously is OMG la. But quite a few are unable to make it due to NS stuffs and work. So what to do? lOls. BBQ was fun. But i'm not the one to bbq. Hahas. During the whole evening, I'm so busy walking in and out of the room to fetch people. So my legs are kinda tired. I love all the presents ok. SO THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAD GIVEN ME PRESENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Shall skip the bbq part, mostly are nothings, except to camwhore la. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Here comes the part whereby I got raped by Liyan, Owen, Alvin, Nicholas and Belly. Namely RAPIST NUMBER ONE, RAPIST NUMBER TWO, RAPIST NUMBER THREE, RAPIST NUMBER FOUR, RAPIST NUMBER FIVE RESPECTIVELY. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Went outside with Kit n Ying around 11+pm to check up on Owen, Liyan, Alvin n Nicholas, who were outside playing stack-o. Sat there, watched them play, den around 12+ Kit announced that she wanna go home. So me and my bodyguards (Owen, Liyan, Alvin, Nicholas n Belly) walked Kit to the taxi stand. While walking, Liyan came and asked if Kit had a BF. I got a feeling Nicholas was interested in her, hence I said yes. Cos Kit doesn't like this kind of thing. Somemore she has her own problems to settle. After awhile, Owen came up to me n told me he gonna do a forfeit. I was like, yea u do I watch. But when I turned back again, I saw his guilty look, I knew the forfeit was on me. So I just clung to Kit and walked with her. After seeing Kit board the cab, I turned towards Liyan they all, and I RAN for all I can. But Owen idiot la, caught up with me so damn fast and suan me say, "see who can run faster? you or me?" @#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was so bloody tired, I hid behind the pillar. Round 2 running start again. This time round I screamed n ran at the same time. Basically I could heard Liyan they all laughing like mad behind. And the most stupid thing I did was I ran n hid in the toilet. The rest were camping out waiting for me. While in the toilet, I heard somebody entered, den heard Liyan called my name. So I stood on the toilet bowl n looked up when I heard the stall next to mine closed. But there's nothing so I relaxed abit. Den I heard the stall closed again next to me, so I decided to creep out. But alas! Who knew that the moment I walked out, Liyan walked out also. My face was like crestfallen. Liyan assured me that only Alvin was outside. But I wasn't that sure so I walked slowly behind her. When i reached the entrance, I peeked out, saw Owen they all. Asked them to move back before I went out. After I went out, I asked Owen to move back somemore. Den we all walked through the check in point. The 2nd stupid thing I did was, I backed to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Belly walked to the exit n sealed off my runoff. Den I took off my slippers, ready to make my run. Just when I started running off, Liyan n Nicholas grabbed my both arms tightly. I thought that GONE CASE, really GG.COM liao. So i just gave up, and plop my butt down on the floor and rest. Cos my legs really jellified le. Den I really slopped there and stunned. I saw Owen walking towards me, and before I knew it, I was already screaming my head and ass off while at the same time, Owen grabbed my arms and shouted "happy Birthday Michelle" which he was supposedly to hug me. After that, Liyan they all walked away, while I still sat there n carrying on stunning. Nicholas n Owen had to pull me to my feet. While walking back to room I almost tripped over my own feet. lOls. Thinking back of this raping part was damn ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Back in room really tired. Cos sweat like hell. Sat in the room awhile, rotted awhile den we decided to head towards the beach to slack. While walking to the beach, I'm still in the stunning mode. Really stunned to the max lor. Throughout the whole time when Liyan they all were talking to me, I'm there stoning away, like no reaction de. lOls. We found a spot to sit at the beach. Nicholas n Liyan started to give riddle n lame jokes. Others laughed but I still stoned. lOls. Around 3am I started to gear up, and start my nonsenses again, while Owen went into hibernating mode. We crapped awhile more, den head back to chalet around 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Eeming they all were still playing mahjong when we reached. I sat on the bed, hugging the pillow and almost dozed off. Den I moved behind Owen and rested my head on his back to sleep, while my body was against Eeming de. lOls. But my cousin n aunty came n dragged me to the other room to sleep. The room was quite warm, but my aunty covered me with blanket. I kicked away, she covered for me, I kicked away, she covered for me, I kicked away, she covered for me. In the end I gave up, just slept with the blanket on. Around 6+am I woke up cos really warm. Found out I'm sweating like nobody's business. Alvin and Nicholas made a move to went off first. Liyan went to bathe. I told Owen the pillow too soft, sleep till my neck ache. He really buddy sia, just tell me that I can sleep on his shoulder. lOls. I said no need, den he slept on my bed. I kicked him wake up, asked him go the other room to sleep. By that time Liyan was out, so asked her come over. Liyan, Owen and me slept together on 2 beds. Liyan and me were busy talking away den after awhile I heard a very loud snore, den I knew that she had fallen asleep. lOls. Den i proceed to sleep. The air con was damn cooling. Super shiok lor. But when I woke up around 9.30am, I saw Liyan wore Owen's jacket. lOls. I was like, got that cold meh. Hahas. Den we went to bathe n check out around 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But seriously I enjoyed myself. Though I had my ups n downs during the 3D2N, but it really was fun. Thanks to those who attend my chalet, especially my RAPIST NUMBER ONE N RAPIST NUMBER TWO. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Trix aunty called me at 00.00midnight sharp on 26/04/2010 to wish me happy birthday from phil. Bagi was late in his sms, Trix beat him with her call. Hahas. Eric was down with high fever for nearly 4days. But he woke up especially just now and called me just to wish me happy birthday. And asked me go out again. Aww Eric u are damn sweet. But must take care ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok shall stop here. Very long post I know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Shall blog again next time when free. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-6211460205240317685?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6211460205240317685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/firstly-i-wanna-say-happy-21st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6211460205240317685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6211460205240317685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/firstly-i-wanna-say-happy-21st-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-7215710583674481033</id><published>2010-02-28T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:14:58.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    It's been quite a long time since I blogged. To cut it short, I'm very, very busy working. And busy being sick and all. Kids get sick, and within the school the virus do spread around. Hence I get sick. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    CNY is ok. Dance around with kids, played with them, and that's CNY celebration in school. Come to think of it, it's quite simple as kids do get contented with the basic things like, games and chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Course is starting in April. Hope it will not get any more delay. Plus my super stupid plus retard boss totally forgotten to inform me that I need to get a medical checkup form printed out before I can go n register myself for the healthcheck. DUMBASS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    So I wasted my time to wake up early in the morning, and reached the checkup venue and bump wall. KNS! But it's ok, I got my own things instead. Like buying my DVD to watch. Totally shopping time for me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Juz wanna say, I'm so busy. And please, March Hols faster come. I seriously need u! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-7215710583674481033?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7215710583674481033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-quite-long-time-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/7215710583674481033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/7215710583674481033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-quite-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-5369870975803474400</id><published>2010-01-13T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T03:30:17.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    I shall bitch about this past weeks. Working non-stop, so freaking tired. Yet all SHE can say is, "what to do?" I say, FUCK YOU BITCH. Studied so much for what, yet you are such a bloody fucking hypocrite. knnbpcb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Start of school, things aint going so well. For morning class, at least kids are more responsive. They can sing and dance. Yet you get kids bawling for their mothers/fathers/grandpa/grandma and all sorts, which if they ever asked for their ancestors, I'm not surprise. One gal, she is silent cryer. Take tissue paper and sit at one corner, cry n cry n cry, ownself wiping away her tears. Till the extend she vomit. That's eew pls. The other boy, he cried till he pee in his pants. HEADACHE! Need to sing and dance with them. Alamak I tell you. Can go bang wall sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Afternoon class more power. Half the class was crying away. Best is those cry-babies are those vomit-able type. Cry too much, next thing is, VOMIT! @#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    2 of them are screaming away, mind you, it's super deafening. Next time shall recommend them to choir, join soaprano. knn. Voice freaking sharp, still scream like nobody's business. Had a damn hard time controlling these kids. Plus they are so freaking dumb, when you talked to them, they juz stared at you. Zzz. Indian is the worst, ask them questions, they like to shake that freaking head of theirs. Which ends up you dont know the answer is Yes or No. Lots of emo kids in class. For one thing, afternoon kids tend to be more lethargic, cos used to napping in the noon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Which leads me to feedbacking to that world class bitch about this matter, she replied with, "what to do? get it over with. juz bam it over." I rather bam her head with hammer sia. wad a useless bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Some lady is so kind to come n take over my class for 10mins, due to 2 kids screaming non-stop in my class. That bitch asked, "what is she doing in your class? trying to show off and hao lian to you all how well she can teach ar?" To that kind lady, she said "yea she really needs help now, so help her if possible." See, what a hypocrite. One side she suan ppl, the other side she claim this n that. BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    SO after a week of teaching, which resulted in me falling ill. Was MC 3days, sore throat to the extent of losing my voice, flu and all that. Thank God I didnt end up in hospital. That bitch got the cheek to ask me go back work, and hung up my call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    UTTER BITCH! At the most, limbu quit. knn. principal so wad, big fuck ar. armpits full of hair still dare wear tank top come work. auntie ar, you are working in sch, not in bar mind you. always comment so much about others, what about you? Are you that great? After all, we are mere humans, and all humans make MISTAKES. If you cannot withstand any mistakes, I say, GO FLY KITE BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    PUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-5369870975803474400?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5369870975803474400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-shall-bitch-about-this-past-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/5369870975803474400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/5369870975803474400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-shall-bitch-about-this-past-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-6749880838266896477</id><published>2009-12-06T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:41:44.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Yesterday was supposed to be a happy day for me. Supposed to shop at malacca happily. But everything was ruined in the morning, all thanks to 3 Malaysia Custom Officers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    I was stopped by them as they said I looked very different from my passport. Just becos I did not wear my specs, they denied my access to Malaysia, claiming that it's a vast difference. Somehow they hinted that I might have stolen someone else's passport and pass it as my own. Are they so stupid or what. If my passport is a fake, i cant even pass though Singapore Custom. They didnt think with their brains. Single cell being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Other than I'm without my specs and my hair shorter, I still looked the same as my passport photo. They requested me to go back to Singapore, changed my passport photo then returned back. Are they crazy or what? I told them I came with tour, they told me they dont care. They just wanted me to return back to Singapore, they cant grant me access. My grandma and tour organizer came and talked to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    They bargained with me this. Either I returned back to Singapore or paid them 100 ringgit. Had I been on my own, I would have berated them and walked away, and returned back to Singapore. Yet I cant, as I'm with my grandma and tour. And I cant flared up against them. So yes, I paid them 100ringgit and I'm so damned pissed with it. Such corruption in Malaysia. It's so unfair. And one of my tour mate also got it. They paid 150ringgit for it. Damned the officer, they shall face with eternal damnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    The officer was exacting his revenge on me. Due to my previous encounter with him, I berated him regarding his denial of my cousin's entrance to Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-6749880838266896477?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6749880838266896477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-was-supposed-to-be-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6749880838266896477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6749880838266896477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-was-supposed-to-be-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-3303761757337425712</id><published>2009-11-30T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:36:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm enjoying my 1week off. But it seems not long enough. Spent quite a large sum of money this week. $100 on outings, $250 on new phone, $150 on family dinner. Gosh, my salary like that gone. Hahas. But it's ok, just once in a blue moon eh. Hmm, shall upload the pics of my new phone here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;LG Crystal GD900 Transparent Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                                         &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ph59YY-rIyM/SxPJvCJbvuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7oJ5v4NEdlM/s1600/LY+crystal+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409889387269570274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ph59YY-rIyM/SxPJvCJbvuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7oJ5v4NEdlM/s200/LY+crystal+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                                                         &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ph59YY-rIyM/SxPJbWZldRI/AAAAAAAAAWo/32d6e6Ko414/s1600/LY+crystal+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ph59YY-rIyM/SxPJb7BjCoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JSa5Qu44u2I/s1600/LG+crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ph59YY-rIyM/SxPJvfxKfmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gKRrcddZZ28/s1600/LG+crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409889395220840034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ph59YY-rIyM/SxPJvfxKfmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gKRrcddZZ28/s200/LG+crystal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7718978780184467630-3303761757337425712?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3303761757337425712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-enjoying-my-1week-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/3303761757337425712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/3303761757337425712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-enjoying-my-1week-off.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ph59YY-rIyM/SxPJvCJbvuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7oJ5v4NEdlM/s72-c/LY+crystal+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-6230632613594749289</id><published>2009-11-18T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:30:25.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Finally I'm done with my video editing. No more vomiting over the stupid kids. Haha. Some good news to post, 1) My boss is trying to push me into Dip Course. 2) I'm a teacher now. lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    And yes, I'm going to get my rest. Hip Hip Hurray. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-6230632613594749289?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6230632613594749289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-im-done-with-my-video-editing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6230632613594749289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6230632613594749289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-im-done-with-my-video-editing.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-8806079364383341379</id><published>2009-11-13T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:57:37.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Finally I had the time to blog. Despite being Friday the Thirteen, which I suppose it ought to be unlucky to most people, I'm very lucky. Was able to finish 14classes of VCD Photo Album. Hence I'm very proud to say that, I Ms Moon, today knocked off at 5pm sharp. HoHo. But, I still need to finish 11more classes by next Tuesday. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    It feels so great to be call 'Teacher' by the kids. HaHa. Sounds so nice. And the kids are so vain. When you ask them to pose for photo-taking, they actually put 'V' and act cute. So funny. Shall upload the kids photo if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Holidays need to went back for house-keeping. Which meant muscle ache every other day. Ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Shall go and finish my comics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    P.S AngelJam is so nice, just like the real O2Jam. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-8806079364383341379?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8806079364383341379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-i-had-time-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/8806079364383341379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/8806079364383341379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-i-had-time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-8814933320416964289</id><published>2009-11-10T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:17:57.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;   I'm so tired. Everyday work OT, like neverendinq. Hais. Whenever I reached home, it will be 8plus already. By the time I finishinq doinq my stuff and head to bed, it will be 12midniqht. Totally shacked. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Arqh. Wadeva. Shall bloq aqain when I'm free. Now I'm back to AngelJam. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-8814933320416964289?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8814933320416964289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/8814933320416964289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/8814933320416964289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-3886295909029137446</id><published>2009-11-01T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:12:09.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer&apos;s Body. lOls.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Sat woke up at 6.45am, cos I overslept. Need to put on lenses, make-up, tied up my hair, and all those little stuffs. So by the time I finished, it's already 7.15am. I hastely put on my pair of white heels, yes white heels, u are not seeinq typo or wad. I took my lappy with me, and I ran towards school, cos i'm so fuckinq late. I reached school at 7.30am, and I still need to convert the files to MPEG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    It's very chaotic in school, teachers were busy helpinq the kids with make up, and the phone won't stop rinqinq. Parents were there tellinq us that they will be late, lamentinq on the fact that it's raininq or wad. Pure excuses. Our side didn't rain, yet they can think up of such obvious lies. Kids at Santa n Ke En's are not bad. Their make up are not bad, natural. But at Ms Zhao n Debbie's side, it's OMFG pls. They put on the blusher till so red, like those typical china zombies. When Santa saw, she let out a shriek cos it's totally scarinq. And those kids, oh my tian, they formed a circle, and they stretched out both hands in front of them, and yes, THEY JUMPED LIKE THE FUCKING CHINA ZOMBIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's quite a hilarious scene, momentary everybody burst out lauqhinq. They tired to fanq us. Damn stupid. After that we left for PLMGSS first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    We set up everythinq, slacked here and there abit. Parents were all seated by 10am. GYeo arrived with his bodyquards at 10.10am. Kids qave speech, then danced and sanq. 11.30am everythinq ended. Had buffet for lunch, was qiven honey as appreciation qift. Will try to upload the vid here if possible. Thouqh GYeo has uploaded the pics in his bloq. lOls. Not that we're fans of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Took qroup photo, it's omq, like Sec Sch kids tryinq to pose here and there. lOls. Even had fun shot. Zzz. After that went back school to tidy thinqs up, went to my cousin's house to pack my thinqs. Asked my mom to meet me at MRT Station, passed her my baq, and off I went to cathys to watch movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Met Des at PS, wanted to watch My Girlfriend is an Special Aqent or somethinq like that, but left front seat. So Des decided to watch Jennifer's Body by Megan Fox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    I tell you, if you have weak stomach, dont ever watch it. It's utter disqustinq, thouqh it mixed with some comedy. Megan Fox was possessed by Succubus, a demon eatinq flesh. So yea, from here you can quess, it's totally cannibal scene. Give u a small leakout, imaqine the quy's body was ripped into pieces, juz his stomach part, and the flesh were all like minced meats. And Megan Fox stuck her hands into the ripped out parts, and scooped the blood and remains, and slurp them, drink them, like how u ate ur dinner. So yea, it's disqustinq. Watch it if you like dark comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    After movie, I went home. Was so shacked. Shall bloq when I'm free aqain. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-3886295909029137446?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3886295909029137446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/sat-woke-up-at-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/3886295909029137446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/3886295909029137446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/sat-woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-5589673307934345179</id><published>2009-11-01T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:45:50.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    I'm fried. So totally fried. I've spent the past week doinq the video editinq, chanqinq of caption, tryinq to please the committee members as they don't like this n that. So blah blah blah. fuck them. After editinq, i still need to convert to MPEG format, which required some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    On Friday I work OT till 10pm. Helped out with the Art Exhibition, with manual carryinq the stored boxes, climbing up and down the 3storey buildinq for qod knows how many time. Till my leq jelly-fied. Muscles stretched till cannot walk. Seriously shacked. After that I need to become PA helper, doinq the slideslow thinq n liqhtinq. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Dunno we hired the PeiCai SS quys for wad. They are so utterly, fuckinq useless assholes. Told them to stick the Art Pieces with blu tac to wall, as the sch personnel will kpkb if we use double sided tape. Not because it's uqly or wad, it's because they so baby their wall, scared the paint came off after we took off the Art Pieces. As 75% of the people in charqe of the concert were inside the auditorium, only blk 713 teachers were left outside at the foyer to help out with the pastinq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Kids rehearse till 7.45pm, plus it's raininq cats and doqs, kids qot delayed in reachinq so, parents were there kpkb-ing non-stop. As if our fault, juz blamed it on the fuckinq weather kami-sama. As if we can stop the sky from cryinq. Kids went back to school, yet we need to stay back to check on the Art Pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    After qoinq one round of checkinq the Art Pieces, to our horror and realization, those fuckinq PeiCai boys used double sided tape to paste onto the wall. They claimed that they can't find the blu tac. Wad a joke. Blu tac and double sided tape were placed inside the same baq, and yet they can say there's no blu tac or wadeva shit. Seriously those quys are so fuckinq dumb. Utterly brainless assholes. And most idiotic thinq is, they came inside and aww and wow at the Art Pieces. Like they came from mountain or wad, sua gu kia. And we need to cut the tablecloth all that, it's really tedious work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    By the time we finished it's already 10pm. Reached home at 10.30pm. Bath and had dinner, by the time I turned in, it's already 1am. Most fucked up thinq is I need to wake up at 6.30am and reached school by 7.15am. Seriously drain my enerqy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-5589673307934345179?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5589673307934345179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-fried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/5589673307934345179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/5589673307934345179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-fried.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-1010041044924798604</id><published>2009-10-23T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:17:06.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Here i qo, startinq to rant about today's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Woke up at 6.45am. Barely enough time to prepare then i need to qo work. Missed train, cursed and sweared like fuck. Luckily, wasn't late for work. Reached there then realised, it was somethinq to do with qov. So yeah, fuck it. Shall not mention which orqanisation it is, cos if i ever put it here, i'll be damn, most probably qotten myself kick out of SG. So yeah, qo fiqure it out urself, HISTORY quys. Read up on merqer n separation and u shall know the orqanisation. Unless u don't study at all. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    The workinq hour is fixed, 8am to 5pm, workinq as Admin Support, maybe will take course to become teacher. So they said to sponsor me qo study. Back to what i was sayinq, everybody thouqht i was the new teacher, and J intro me to all the teachers and people workinq there. And one funny thinq is, everybody knows my name, yet i don't know theirs. Yeah, hard to absorb everythinq at once. Learnt about Ulead Video proqramme, Student DataBase thinq, and everythinq else. My brain is totally fried. Basically i was there testinq everythinq out with the lappy they provide me with in the morninq. Had lunch around 12noon, took a short break. I went to the washroom, and to my utter horror, the washroom is so SMALL. Little boys and qirls shared the washroom, with pink and blue color door as indicator. And please, the washroom door is so SHORT, like half of the normal door. It's like when u pee or shit, u can just peek over to ur neiqhbour door to see what they are doinq. UTTER HORROR. I picked up somethinq cute today, BOYS WEAR BRIEF/UNDERWEAR, GIRLS WEAR PANTIES. lOls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    Around 1.30pm i followed those kids in the school bus to PLMSGS for their Graduation Rehearsals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In less than 5mins, i'm screwed up badly. Need to learn how to be PA for the liqhtinq, slide show all that. And yes, i need to run up and down the fuckinq auditorium to double check with the person in charqe for the supposed desired liqhtinq. I tell u, it's fuckinq tired. My leqs turned jelly. Rehearsals lasted for 3hrs 45mins. FUCK U. Imaqine how many times i need to run up and down. SCREW IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    And i'm supposed to memorise everythinq at once, which is quite immpossible as i'm new to everythinq. And yes, i need to check the sonq timinq, the projector slide, the liqhtinq at one qo. Wonderful, they think i can multi-task so much at one qo. Fuck. Rehearsals till 5.45pm, yet i cant leave. Cos i need to qo out to foyer to measure the floorinq for the supposed Art Work done by those devils. Art Appreciation. Screw u. Stayed back till 6.30pm, and i need to carry the fuckinq lappy on my shoulders, which is fuckinq heavy. Worst thinq, we need to take BUS home, which is at peak hours, with NO SEATINGS available. My leqs already jelly-fied, yet still need to stand. In the end, my arms, shoulders, hands, finqers all tremblinq now. Next fri still have one more round Rehearsals, and sat is the actual date, which i'm required to qo back and help out. I say, fuck u. That's tirinq u know. HUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    So yeah, my first day at work, turns out to be wonderful. And i ouqht to take down the Rehearsals part and post it here. It's damn hilarious to see those devils doinq stupid stunts. Enouqh of my rantinq. I'm so fuckinq tired, my eyes are closinq, my finqers are tremblinq, my leqs wobblinq. My body is screaminq to REST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-1010041044924798604?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1010041044924798604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-i-qo-startinq-to-rant-about-todays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/1010041044924798604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/1010041044924798604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-i-qo-startinq-to-rant-about-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-4413739055200422217</id><published>2009-10-22T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:19:39.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    today went interview. i'm quite nervous u know. but it turns out well, and yes, i qot the job. admin work at child care center. plus maybe they will send me to take course and be teacher. but quite funny is that the principal asked me, why my lit so stronq, yet my enq like juz averaqe. for dat, i'm speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    tml start work. need to face those cute little devils. qosh. even more hyper active then those pri sch kids. and no more swearinq in public, qonna keep up my imaqe as public servant-to-be. lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    but still i can curse and swear here. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    bouqht new pair of heels. well, when i qet my 1st pay, i qonna spurqe more on shoes. aw man, i'm so in love with heels. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    no more maplinq to late hours. qonna turn in by 11am, wake up by 6am. it's like back to sch days, workinq hours is 8am-5pm, sometimes need OT to 6pm. need wear proper clothinqs, be prim all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    i'm so qonna chanqe my specs, to more formal look. hahax. to be more precise, it's nerd-cum-teacher look. omq. faint. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    enouqh of my nonsense. thanks to my aunt, she qot me this job. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    ok, i qo my maple. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    will update tml reqardinq new job new environment all dat. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-4413739055200422217?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4413739055200422217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-went-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/4413739055200422217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/4413739055200422217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-went-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-878459164372930664</id><published>2009-10-21T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T04:30:30.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    booo~ so damn bored. alot has happened. lazy to elaborate so much. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    anyway he's as sticky as ever. superqlue to me now. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    qoinq qentinq next month from 6th-8th nov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GENTING ANYONE? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-878459164372930664?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/878459164372930664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/booo-so-damn-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/878459164372930664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/878459164372930664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/booo-so-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-2973702359585078815</id><published>2009-10-06T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:53:37.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ah moon is so happy to say dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     after so lonq she finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; lvl 120 bishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   =)&lt;br /&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/7718978780184467630-2973702359585078815?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2973702359585078815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-moon-is-so-happy-to-say-dat-after-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/2973702359585078815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/2973702359585078815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-moon-is-so-happy-to-say-dat-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-9039679896713707753</id><published>2009-09-29T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:54:27.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malacca n malaysia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    damn tired larhhz. sun went to malacca. all i can say is, malaysia damn lots of trees larhhz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    woke up 5am. damn early larhhz. plus damn tired also. den 6.15am need to qather up. den morninq qot a qal vomit. somemore sit behind me. damn sian lor. den dat qal family morninq in tour bus already arquinq liao. damn noisy la. kns. lonq way to malaysia. haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    morninq went to malaysia custom. make me so fucked up. passport haven expire, wan chanqe wad photo. the fuckinq asshole told my cousin straiqht away dat he can refused entrance for my cousin to malaysia. i qave him blackface, den he relent, let my cousin pass. after dat is my turn ma, he shoot me say i so lonq bo come malaysia. i shoot back, ya la cannt ar, den i diao him. knn. went back bus, had breakfast at dunno wad place, but went before lots of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    after dat sit 1hr ride to yonq pinq, to buy local products. quite ok la the price. buy finish den sit 2hrs ride to malacca. tell u la, butt pain lor. zzz. plus the auntie behind keep talkinq to loud, kpkb a lot. even if i stuffed my ear with earpiece still can hear leh. knn, imaqine how loud. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    reached malacca, went to bee farm. i hate honey pls. mum keep insist wan me take some, i refused all the way. hahax. after dat we had lunch at nonya restaraunt. all spicy food, but damn delicious. my cousins cant take spicy food, all busy drowninq themselves with water. little cousin more funny, say wad eat more spicy food will explore. damn cute sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    after lunch, went to malacca shoppinq centre shopped. damn biq la the shoppinq centre, lonq stretch plus qot carrefour. hahax. and the thinqs there damn cheap. like i qot a baq for 20bucks, but in SGD is only 8plus nia. same quantity but differ in price. worth it la. and hor, my eyes qot treated to qood stuffs, eg HANDSOME GUYS pls. hahax. full of them in the shoppinq centre. one thinq sian is when i conver to them in enqlish, they replied in malay. shit la. cant understand lor. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    after dat around 2.40pm, we went to temple street and ancient street. but i went to ancient street to see. and yes, i qot to make my own candy floss. damn fun damn nice la. so damn happy. hehe. den walked abt with my cousins, bouqht a cup of ice blended manqo, only 3.50 rinqqit. qood quality but damn cheap. so yummy. hahax. around 4pm or so, we went to the moon cake store buy moon cake. lazy qet off bus, so stay in bus. but cousin bouqht moon cake, qimme half to eat. yam flavoured. yummy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    around 4.40pm, we let for dinner at dunno where. but is 2plus hours ride. my butt hurts aqain. sad. slpt all the way in bus, but horrhz, cant really slp. cos qot 1 uncle sinqinq ma, damn loud, i plucked in earpiece max the volumne, still can hear him sinq. the auntie behind talked damn loud. still can hear. imaqine how to slp. haix. den i fake slp, she wan i help her take photo, keep poke my head. kns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    dinner totally is my style. shark fin, seafood salad, crabs, lemon chicken all dat. damn yummy eh. keke. after dinner, went back to sg le. but jam la, so very sian. but overall i enjoyed myself. cant wait for the next trip. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    shall upload random photos of the trip next time ba. xD buaiiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-9039679896713707753?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9039679896713707753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-tired-larhhz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/9039679896713707753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/9039679896713707753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-tired-larhhz.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-854134819117016660</id><published>2009-08-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:42:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    hmm. didnt online or blog for few days. it's getting eerily dead by now. lOls. anyway since quitting my job, i've been either slacking at library or rotting at home. aww. i seriously need to clean up cum pack up my room already. gonna move outta this area. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    aiks. so much had happened. well mr ex dear aka simon called me these past days. kinda surprised as it's been months since we last contact each other. and yes, it's quite funny when i heard him over phone. cos he was screaming his head off when he learnt that he's been hacked. seriously i cant stopped laughing over this matter. just thinking about it makes me giggle. his pitch is rather high. hence very weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    2day he called also.rather he missed call me 4times and then i replied his calls.  just to chat. weird guy. oh ya he's taken up chinese classes, and he is there to flaunt his chinese to me. lOls. and i must say, he talked like those ang moh who had just learnt chinses. yup, with those ang moh slang. gosh. but his slang is much more heavier that liyan. and hers is much more accurate then simon's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    ok. enough yappering about mr simon ang. hong song huang, he pronounce till ong son ang. damn funny larhhz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    ok seriously enough about him. router has been down. so has been staying at home watching anime. haix. sad sia. my bro pratically hogging the modem, which left me no choice but to be offline. haix. i wanna go maple liao. cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-854134819117016660?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/854134819117016660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/854134819117016660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/854134819117016660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-6365778482016621900</id><published>2009-08-02T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:18:44.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    this morning went to my cousin's house. to see her newborn daughter. so cute lorhhz. so tiny little things. aww. her elder daughter is so fierce, hence is call sophia. a little joke made by my cousin. lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    had lunch at the kopitiam behide her house. the new western food eatery. quite reasonable price, and you'll very full. lOls. after that kor drove me to my destination, den change bus to parkway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    went to visit k.t. wanna scare her derhhz. but nana alert her, booo. no fun. haix. slacked there for few hours, chit chat there. gossip a bit also. it's fun. saw quite some of my regulars. chatted with them. helped out with the shop abit. cos they keep asking me questions. lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    around 8pm left shop. went to buy dinner. told the auntie i not working already, hence will drop by less often. lOls. they are cute. say will miss chatting with me a lot. aww. so sweet of them. help my bro buy dinner. he's such a glutton. after eating steak in the noon, he can eat sausage also. dinner he had 2 sets of veggie, 1 egg and 1 meat. such big appetite. booooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    bath already then i came online. busy chatting with pals. den i saw hunny online. chatted with him for 2hours. but the time rockets by, not fly by. cos it passes damn too fast. had fun debating with him about different things. too bad he's not a singaporean. if not it'll be more fun. hahax. he asked me dun be away for too long, due to i'm always missing in action. lOls. such sweet hunny. now i'm jobless, i will be online more to chat with hunny. shall see him tomorrow. sweet~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-6365778482016621900?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6365778482016621900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-morning-went-to-my-cousins-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6365778482016621900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/6365778482016621900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-morning-went-to-my-cousins-house.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-3830726811167842810</id><published>2009-07-31T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:30:00.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    finally i've the heart to finish FF VII Crisis Core. still the ending makes me cry like hell. zack died. no matter how many times i've played, the part whereby zack died is damn sad. imagine the character you trained so hard to beat the game died in the end. yet i must say, if zack never died, there wouldnt be cloud. aiks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    feeling so touchy. lOls. ok larhhz. i want to go watch my show liao. byez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-3830726811167842810?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3830726811167842810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-ive-heart-to-finish-ff-vii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/3830726811167842810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/3830726811167842810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-ive-heart-to-finish-ff-vii.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-4775088959711758415</id><published>2009-07-28T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:26:30.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    i must say, i'm officially jobless now. so welcome me to honey's and ken's club. that's what they told me. welcome to the club. lOls. anyway i'm feeling much better already, thanks to you guys who asked after my health. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    being jobless makes me feel much more relax and better. i can sleep for all i want, without fearing that i've overslept. hahax. now i'm blogging a story of a girl being bullied by her boss. up to you guys to decipher it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    since last friday night i was sick, plagued by fever, cough n runny nose. yet i still went to work as usual. saturday morning i was late for work by 5mins, and i was treated to my supervisor's black face and bad attitude for 3hours. and yes, she reprimanded me for being late for work, (mind you, that's 5mins only, unlike her, 20mins). i told her i was sick, plagued by fever, cough n runny nose, and i overslept (which is not my fault considering i'm sick), i even took cab down to work and not by bus. and yet i was being told off for that mere 5mins lateness, which is very unfair to me. even worst thing is, she gave me that i-don't-believe-that-you-are-sick look. BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    nevermind that. my supervisor gave me attitude for the next few hours, giving unnecessary comments like 'why is the shelves so messy, why you didnt packed the shelves, what are you all doing when working' etc etc. she went to shelter herself away from the sun, and i was to stand under the sun, serving customers all that. yet she complained complained complained. after that she was extremely pissed off, she went off to smoke n washroom, which took her 20mins, mind you. and i was to look after the shop all by myself during saturday, in its most peak hours. i felt super giddy from the sun's radiation, yet i can do nothing but serve customers. she came back, upon seeing i have lots of customers, she went away, leaving me alone to tend the counter. i mean, what kind of supervisor is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    after the peak hour, she asked me to go bank to change money and helped her buy food. i didnt get to change the money cos the bank was closed for the day, and she showed me her black face, as if telling me that the bank closed was my fault. it's very ridiculous mind you. and she made a fuss over the food she's eating. so at night, i made a call to my boss, telling her i wanted to advance $50 to see a doctor as i was sick. imagine the following happenings as your worst case scenerio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: auntie i want advance $50 to see doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    boss: see wad doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    me: i kanna cough, fever n runny nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    boss: eat panadol la. you every 4hours eat 2tablets confirm can heal de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    me: i wan see doctor. really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    boss (cut in) : you wan see doctor can, but you cannot take MC. you see finish doctor you must come back work, dont tell me you want to take MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    me: ok lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    i mean, what kind of boss is that? now the whole world is plagued by the H1N1 virus, yet i have symtoms matching the virus, she still dont want to let me see doctor. damn ridiculous sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    sunday morning i want to see doctor, the earliest timing they can give me is 1pm. so i told my parents that i went to my work place there see. i reached there and my collegue lamented on my pale face. she told me to walk around see which clinic is open, which to my dismay, none are operating. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    so i went back shop, saw my regular. she comment ' wa you bin cey cey(face green green, as in pale) still work ar. call your boss la. tell her you taking 1/2 day off.'  i told her she in church, not free to pick up call. she continued ' wa church de still this pattern ar. bo heart sia. wad kind of boss is this? even my workers i also let them MC, she dun let u MC, bo xim eh' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    lOls. then i know ym told her what happened. my regular say now at this most peak time, must see doctor even if a bit sick, cos of the H1N1 thing ma. i just dismissed it off, as i dont want to blow up the matter. at night boss asked after me, asking how i'm feeling. i said a bit better already. she say i confirm didnt take panadol that's why i still feeling sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    it's like damn ridiculous la. i need to work without getting any proper rest, hence how the hell am i supposed to get better? bloody brainless BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    so monday morning i woke up, feeling really not up to it. hence i went to see doctor. imagine the queue when i reached sengkang polyclinic. like queueing up to buy 4D sia. super long queue. queued up for temperature taking. then proceed to 2nd floor to take registration number. after that still need to wait to take queue number. then still need to go for blood test. after that need to wait for number being called out to go consult doctor. after that, go back to room to wait for number being called out to take medicine. then waitied for name to being called out to make payment. by the time i was finished with every things, it's 1plus already. 3hours of this and that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;verdict: doctor gave me 3days of MC.&lt;/span&gt; lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;     and yup, after that i called my boss, informing her of my MC things. and she made a big fuss over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me: auntie i go see doctor le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    boss: now then you call me. you still got the cheek to call me. you know what time is it now? you very big ar, pat open shop herself very poor thing you know? she need to tend after 2 doors in a shop, she very poor thing you know? you very selfish leh, u hack care everything ar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    me: (silence due to sore throat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    boss: you dont want to answer me back ar? you think by keeping quiet you think everything will be solved ar? you very prompous very haolian very yaya leh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    me: i sore throat, feeling not very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    boss: doctor give you MC how many days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    me: 3days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    boss: you go see doctor no need say ar. dunno how to send me 1 sms or phone call to let me know ar. you know it's very tedious to look after the shop by herself a not. you very heartless you know. i dun want such worker like you. you can no need come work already. you considering dun wan to work already ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    me: ya. ok lor. i'm sick for few days already. my parents asked me to go see doctor for my own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    boss: everything your parents. dont use your parents to pressurize me. your parents so big ar, ask them to hire you la. i dare not hire people like you. you no need to come work already. if you wan to sue me go ahead, i not scared. i'm a reasonable person. i talked reason. you and your parents are unreasonable people. i dun want to hire people like you. you no need come work le. (hang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    ok. that's what really happened. imagine you have such boss. a worker have 7-14days of medical leave per annual. yet i only took 2 times MC before this. and everytime i'm sick, i never go see doctor unless i'm really sick. i didnt even requested for MC. which is really unfair to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    well, it's up to you all to decipher who's in the right who's in the wrong. i'm not afraid she will read this. well, she can sue me also. but given the circumstances, i think she will be in very huge disfavoured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    personally i think that maybe it's the 3days MC thing that scared her off. lOls. my aunt even joked about asking reporter to report about that company of mine. let people know what a heartless boss she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    so people i tell you, if you all are job hunting, better dont find the bookshop job. it has no benefits all that shit. whatever the boss initially promised you will eventually turns up as empty promise. that's how a lousy boss she is. a boss without any credit. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    enough of blogging. i wanna go KO awhile. bye people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-4775088959711758415?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4775088959711758415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-must-say-im-officially-jobless-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/4775088959711758415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/4775088959711758415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-must-say-im-officially-jobless-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-3334003685339046552</id><published>2009-07-10T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:29:51.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    been tired lately. too much work. sometimes don't really feel like working anymore, just feel like slacking at home doing nothing but playing computer games. hahax. i'm soooooooooooooooooooo gonna catch harry potter. hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    2day aii aii came to find me at pp. chatted awhile nia cos no time, plus pat is there. lOls. cant talk much, if not will be nagged at. mostly did nothing but daydreamed the whole day. the guy working at 3rd floor damn stupid larhhz. he thought i'm staring at him, den he asked me wan flyer a not. den he threw one to me. sad to say, his aiming sucks. hope his aiming in washroom is better. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    music 90% of the day. hence mood damn good. asked wil wil along to harry potter, and he agreed. oh yes! so happy. den can suan him liao. cos who ask him say i didnt give him face. already old friends still need give face meh. lOls. already no face to give liao. hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-3334003685339046552?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3334003685339046552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-tired-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/3334003685339046552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/3334003685339046552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-tired-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-308300548960583055</id><published>2009-07-04T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:49:16.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    seriously, i've been online for less than 2 time per week. should i say that, i'm online everytime when i'm free? that should be 1time every fornightly. lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    enough of my crappiness. pratically whole week at pp. tml den work with k.t. shall &lt;s&gt;chat&lt;/s&gt; gossip with her. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    tues off. went HL find k.t. made burger with ham n scambled egg. gave her eat. buy my earpiece also. then meet ken aka shushu go honey house. flag cab down there. hoho. kapo a lot of show from honey. but blank discs are mine larhhz. had fun there. and ken is shorter den me. wahahahhax. left honey's house around 10pm. flag cab home. aiks. spent too much money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    ytd supplier called me. hahax. he sooooooooooooooooooo good larhhz. ytd brought my comics go pp find me. everytime like that larhhz. no time go there take so i ask him can come my workplace a not. he very steady derhhz. say ok. hahax. thanks arhhz supplier. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    2day went to suntec with dad, mum n bro. in dad's car. WOHOOO!! we had astons for dinner. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    dad had teriyaki chicken, mum had chargrill salmon, bro n me had prime ribeye extra cut, add on drinks n soup, the bill totalled up to $70.20. hahax. my treat so no sweat. after dinner bro still complained he's still a bit HUNGRY. roar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    after that meal still can eat sia he. then he asked me along to coffee bean. he wanna buy drink, but turns out his card not enough money. booooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    lucky i went along. if not he don't have the money to pay for it. lOls. so is i paid for the drink. then we went carrefour walked walked. so long never go there already. bought wet tissue, headphone n 4hub ports. wohoo~ so happy. i gonna save up more money so that i can buy a mp3. oh yeah~ the new monopoly seems nice. i feel like owning it. hahax. must ask bro pay half half. hehe. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    8plus we wanna go home, but turns out there's traffic jam out there. so dad took u-turn lorhhz. enjoyed the scenerio. except that bro was there singing those stupid songs of his. lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    ok. enough of blogging. no mood already. i wanna go watch my anime special A. hahax. and my jap drama hana kimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s argued with honey few days ago. still angry with her. hmph. BLEAHX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-308300548960583055?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/308300548960583055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously-ive-been-online-for-less-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/308300548960583055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/308300548960583055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously-ive-been-online-for-less-than.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-3594420609915116589</id><published>2009-06-30T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:19:54.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    it's supposed to be off day 2day. but cos need to guide dat nana how to go to pp from my area, i woke up at 9.30am. she said to wait for her call. yet she did not call or even smsed to let me know that she does not need my help. waste my time sia. went back to sleep for another hour or so, woke up around 1pm. after brushing up, i went to cook my lunch. fried rice with ham, onions, garlic n scambled eggs. so long didnt cook liao. i cooked extra scambled eggs n ham so that my mum can eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    i cut the bread into half, stuffed the ham n scambled eggs in between, and made it look like burger. lOls. then i brought it down to HL to give kt eat. 1 for kt, 1 for ym. hahax. i supposed it doesnt taste good at all. my skill had turned rusty. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    met ken at HL, took cab down to honey house. shared cab fare. and yes, ken is shorter den me. muwahahahhax. reached honey house at 4pm. and one good deed i had done was, i totally forgotten abt her comics. hahax. i promised her i will bring down yet i didnt. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    slacked inside honey's room with honey n ken. talked abt anime, games and rubbish. ken is really H sia. watched anime all beo chio bu. hahax. i shun bian kapo honey's anime n drama. hoho. ken left at 6.30pm. i stayed till 10pm den left. cos watching show n waiting for my discs to be burned out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    tml need do stock. aiks. and lately had been very unlucky. it's both the refund and receipt lost. and also bumped into ghost sia. zzz. fucking suay larhhz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    seriously i wonder. if the kettle used for boiling water is leaking water, would anybody still be so dumb and yet go to use it? common sense tells us that it's very, very dangerous to use it to boil water again. yet still have such dumb people exist in this world. and yes i'm refering to J. use till it short circuit, got fire sparks come out. yet yes, she is so fucking clever. she totally blamed it on me, said wad, i spoilt her kettle. and she is whinning to everybody about it, especially to E. please lor, E is so fucking SHORT, totally not my cup of tea. why be so fucking jealous and possessive abt him when in fact he is NOT your BF. yes, he talked to me. but, so what? i dont even give a fucking damn about him. it's like Q&amp;amp;A session between me n him. he asked me what then i answer what. be a whore better la you. claimed to break up with A, yet can still go his house to fuck. fucking two timer bitch. totally no brain. no wonder your 3years bf left you. must be cannot stand your temper. a lioness. face so black, eyes so fierce, no wonder no customer visit ur outlet. if you happened to see this, get this inside your brain. a vase is forever a vase, dont try to fight with people with brain, drop out gal. dont blindly assume everybody like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    totally spoilt my mood sia. haix. dont wanna talk about it le. tml still got work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-5597444309292619285</id><published>2009-06-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:28:51.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m blabbering nonsense'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i must say, i'm so fucking tired larhhz. it's been a long time since i last online. going 2weeks i think. hahax. had an off day at home machiam no off day derhhz. still very tired. haix. and i cut my hair short, again. i'm utterly disappointed in my new hair cut as it's not up to my standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;slogging my life out aint doing me any good. my immune system has been quite bad lately. juz one micro bacteria will cause me to fall sick. aiks. gotta do something about it. work's been tough yet i can still take it. cos i need the money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;regarding relationship, i'm considering about not getting into another one so soon. it requires a lot of energy and time in it, which i do not have any leftover for it. my only love is westlife, especially shane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;of cos, i've been keeping to my mindset about not wanting to marry. it's such a burden to be married, to be tied down to that certain someone. and yes, you need to go through the process of giving birth and all that, which i find it utterly useless and senseless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;just freaking go to an adoption centre and adopt a cute babe home to look after can already, which i intend to do so. children are all so cute. no need to go through the oh-my-god-it's-so-fucking-pain-please-kill-me labour. and please, ur cb will stretch. zzz. ok that is soooooooo unglam. hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but seriously i'm sticking to that mindset of mine being unmarried and all. unless somebody just drop off from the sky and makes me fall head over heels for him, till then i will not change my mind. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a lot has happen. joleen has quitted. cos of da j larhhz. too stress out lerhhz. next is qiaozhen. cos of pat. haix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;why the women working in our company are all so obxinous? held up their attitude too high in the air, later when air pressure drop, they confirm will fall very deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm considering whether wan to quit or not. cos need to run different outlets, and it's very costly to travel especially to far places like the western part of singapore. and yes i knew that i'm very unwelcomed and disliked by the women working in my company. should be becos they cannot take it as to my straight-forwardness barhhz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gossiping is in a woman's blood. yet when they decided to spice up the gosp, they din even give a damn about the consequences the victim will face. i noe that they are just plain jealous of my cleverness, my super well functioned brain. hahax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm sure i sound like boasting but hey, i absorb things through learning quite fast. it took me 2weeks to get used to everything, yet the rest required few months to do so. ha. wadeva it is, i noe that no matter wad happen, i still have a bunch of good friends to stand by me, by my side. joleen n qiaozhen also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no matter wad, i will stand by my decision. mum also agree with me that if i really cannot take it, juz quit. thanks mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;enough of blogging. opps. haven give qiaozhen my blog add. i'm so gonna be murdered by her. so dun be surprise when u see me in the news headline. hahax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gal, be more bold. if not u gonna die from heart attack sooner or later by my sudden scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-5597444309292619285?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5597444309292619285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-say-im-so-fucking-tired-larhhz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/5597444309292619285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718978780184467630/posts/default/5597444309292619285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-say-im-so-fucking-tired-larhhz.html' title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-9010437765325602016</id><published>2009-06-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:58:38.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;    today finally got time to blog le. so tired neh. tml i thought i working at ps with joyce. turns out i working with jennifer. phew! hahax. i wun be bored liao lor. hoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    last week with joleen was unbelievable crazy. the whole shop is like IMH. hahax. crapped a lot. initially fri i was to go jurong point, but i change with caozhen. den last min caozhen say wan go jiehui de chalet. so become i go jurong point again. the moment i knew i need to go jurong point, my face blackened. cos i dun wan work with hongjun ma. lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    den i called caozhen and ask her why. she like not happy i called and requested to change back. cos go jurong point need about 2hrs leh. though caozhen changed back with me, she sounds damn disappointed. den nvm. after dat day de incident, practically everybody were like very cold towards me. very dulan me like dat. crazy la. the same thing happened to joleen when caozhen kanna scolded by da j last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    anyway no use brooding over it. juz wanna know how come this happened. though everything point back to one person: jie hui. her bloody mouth caused such problematic things to happen. even ppl whom didnt work with me before also dun like me. pu bor sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    nbm. today i'm in quite happy mood. cos da j n jiehui tio gan by pat. for using phone too lonq n customer complained. lOls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;    ok i go le. blog again next time. cya. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>mich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743447678114900946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718978780184467630.post-2615117634052000503</id><published>2009-06-04T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:27:02.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;    i created a new blog. cos i wanna forget abt the past, and all those unhappy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;    hence i wanna say, elloz to u all, ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;    shall blog again when i free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;    tml working at lot 1 with joleen. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718978780184467630-2615117634052000503?l=her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-imperfect-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2615117634052000503/comments/default' title='Post 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