<?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-18608685</id><updated>2012-01-27T02:34:13.318+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='TheParents'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='FastFood'/><category term='WhatWasIThinking'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Makan'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Public Transportation'/><category term='MOTH'/><category term='Shows'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='College'/><category term='Commercials'/><category term='Bugs'/><category term='KaiKai'/><category term='Promotions'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Project &apos;Fuhgedaboudit&apos;'/><category term='Chivalry'/><category term='Work'/><category term='WTS'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='SaveTheEarth'/><category term='Events'/><category term='MyLupus'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>I Was Gonna Say Something...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1305382368165636877</id><published>2012-01-27T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T02:34:13.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When...</title><content type='html'>When does love turn into indifference?&lt;br /&gt;When does love turn into dislike?&lt;br /&gt;When does love turn into avoidance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when does love become only a memory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1305382368165636877?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1305382368165636877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1305382368165636877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1305382368165636877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1305382368165636877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/when.html' title='When...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4653574112829916972</id><published>2012-01-21T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:31:54.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've had a lot of time to reflect, take a step back to gain some perspective.; about life, mistakes, what's real and what's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, time to reflect was something I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently my reflections have been mostly centered on one question; "Is it possible to be a rebound for 3 years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that shouldn't be the question. It should instead be "Did I matter that little?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or "Was I so horrible?", that it only took less than 6 months to replace me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the question is, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is possible to be happy for someone&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; and yet, be sad for yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-4653574112829916972?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4653574112829916972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=4653574112829916972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4653574112829916972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4653574112829916972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6872851423915639068</id><published>2012-01-19T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T18:12:13.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ramble On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Love? What's that? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Can eat one ar&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little sayings and habits picked up from the past that are a part of my life now, in everything I think in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I wanna know what love is~~~~ I want you to show meeee~~~~"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate peanut butter waffles, Mango Nata de Coco pudding, chocolate cake, cups and cups of Revive. &lt;i&gt;*om nom nom nom*&lt;/i&gt; I'm probably not doing my kidneys any favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sugar high ramble now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: #666666;"&gt;When lovers break up with you, they leave behind parting gifts we like  to call emotional baggage, which are then inherited by any person you  might love in the future. Whenever you do something crazy, your new  lover can say, “Gee, what jerk ex do I need to thank for that intimacy  issue?!” You become a cumulation of everyone you’ve ever dated. You are a  sum of someone else’s private parts.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6872851423915639068?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6872851423915639068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6872851423915639068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6872851423915639068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6872851423915639068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/ramble-on.html' title='Ramble On...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8988153622423162930</id><published>2012-01-13T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:13:37.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Use Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When it hurts so much, you turn to the first person available and whisper, &lt;i&gt;"Make me forget...just for a while...make me forget..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/gnhXHvRoUd0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnhXHvRoUd0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnhXHvRoUd0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8988153622423162930?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8988153622423162930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8988153622423162930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8988153622423162930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8988153622423162930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/use-somebody.html' title='Use Somebody'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4890109163502834602</id><published>2012-01-11T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:38:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Pieces of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FPrRf3KQTPM/Tw2PPErjPfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/z48XTRsA1G4/s1600/PXrs5H_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FPrRf3KQTPM/Tw2PPErjPfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/z48XTRsA1G4/s320/PXrs5H_05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Memories of a time gone by...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-4890109163502834602?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4890109163502834602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=4890109163502834602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4890109163502834602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4890109163502834602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-pieces-of-sunshine.html' title='Little Pieces of Sunshine'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FPrRf3KQTPM/Tw2PPErjPfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/z48XTRsA1G4/s72-c/PXrs5H_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3316602989161307687</id><published>2012-01-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:41:29.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Being Prepared</title><content type='html'>No matter how much you try to prepare yourself, you can never be really ready when it finally happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know that you can be replaced; even more when it's so relatively soon...even sooner than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwL2BZymxng/TwxNjz_q73I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SGp8TwRu0iY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwL2BZymxng/TwxNjz_q73I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SGp8TwRu0iY/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3316602989161307687?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3316602989161307687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3316602989161307687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3316602989161307687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3316602989161307687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-prepared.html' title='Being Prepared'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwL2BZymxng/TwxNjz_q73I/AAAAAAAAAWU/SGp8TwRu0iY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7422255891936869247</id><published>2012-01-08T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:23:06.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>My Happy Place</title><content type='html'>Do you have a place where you love to go to, which never fails to cheer you up and lift your spirits? A place that has been your happy place for a very long time, long before anyone else came into your life, long before you invited him along to your happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day, you went there, hoping it will cheer you up as it always had, but then you realised that things have changed. Everything you see now reminds you of things you once had, things that you'll never get back. The earlier memories have been overshadowed by more recent memories, until you can only remember the times where you were not alone at your happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look around, trying so hard to find the joy again, but everywhere you look, you are acutely reminded of everything that you have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people all around you, but you have never felt more alone. And at the same time, you feel so suffocated, that all you want to do is get out of there and run far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that I realised I have lost my happy place, and that I didn't know how to get it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7422255891936869247?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7422255891936869247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7422255891936869247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7422255891936869247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7422255891936869247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-happy-place.html' title='My Happy Place'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6596789632880056198</id><published>2012-01-05T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:49:28.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>When I'm Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fall in love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to force myself to fall in love. I don't want to have to settle for anyone just because I'm lonely. Because I know it won't last. It won't be true. And it won't be fair to the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what if I wait, and a few years go by before I get that feeling in my tummy again; of butterflies doing happy little jigs all around. And then I spend another 3 years on the relationship, only to have it crumble down on me again. By then, I'm 30. And I wait again for the butterflies, then 3 years, then everything falls apart again. And the cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, I'm in my mid-30s, or even 40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to waste 3 years after 3 years, chasing my forever after. Giving my heart away, only for it to be found wanting, to be deemed inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have kids. And this might be a complication in itself because of my medical condition. So I want to have them while I'm still healthy and able to, with as little risk as possible. But if I wait, I'm afraid that I might lose that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to believe in butterflies and happily ever after. But I'm afraid that eventually, I will have to settle for mediocrity, and "ok" instead of "great".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people seem to be able to fall in love with a snap of their fingers. But I never could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have too high expectations. Maybe I'm always looking for that 'click', that comfortable silence. Always analysing, and thinking twice, 3 times, before taking that leap; before uttering those 3 words. Because when I give my heart away, it's like hiding it in miles and miles of tangled yarn; to get it back, you would need to completely untangle the strings, without the help of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because for me, "love" comes hand in hand with "forever". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish others felt the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6596789632880056198?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6596789632880056198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6596789632880056198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6596789632880056198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6596789632880056198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-im-ready.html' title='When I&apos;m Ready?'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6487705992044487952</id><published>2012-01-03T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:28:00.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Bigger Picture</title><content type='html'>I have always over analysed everything. Probably because I like to have all my facts right. Good? Bad? I don't know. I just know that I like to be prepared. That's probably the reason why I bring my Doraemon bag with me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after going through every conversation and every thing that was said, I realised that it all came down to one thing; everything fell apart was because the bad was just too much to handle. And the bad just kept piling up because they were never really dealt with, just swept aside, and pretend everything was alright. The bad became so overwhelming, to the point that the only option one party could see was to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried so hard to fix everything else, but we somehow missed out on the most important thing; communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We focused on the little things, and lost sight of the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, no matter how much you love each other, things won't work out without communication, because misunderstandings will take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I make the same mistake in the future? I don't know. Time machines don't exist, where we can go to the future and see how badly we screw up our lives or how we finally do things right, nor can we go back in time to undo what has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that can be done now is to hope for the best, and hope that when the time comes, we will remember the mistakes of our past, and finally make the right choice in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;"One day you may realize you've &lt;i&gt;lost the moon while counting the stars&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6487705992044487952?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6487705992044487952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6487705992044487952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6487705992044487952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6487705992044487952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-always-over-analysed-everything.html' title='The Bigger Picture'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6078372806319298308</id><published>2012-01-02T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:10:16.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Received an email on New Year's day with the following link: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/12/11/30-things-to-stop-doing-to-yourself/"&gt;http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/12/11/30-things-to-stop-doing-to-yourself/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things on the list are things I have come to realise myself over the past few months. Meaningful things that I constantly remind myself of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in some ways, I have also come to realise that I have changed, and yet, still remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's your best friend. Be happy for him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6078372806319298308?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6078372806319298308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6078372806319298308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6078372806319298308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6078372806319298308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8052804884819678175</id><published>2011-12-31T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:45:21.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Saddest Thing</title><content type='html'>"The saddest thing in the world is when two people, who at one time knew everything about one another, act like strangers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 was supposed to be the beginning of a new point in my life; one of the happiest times of my life. But instead, everything went horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the year I lost a loved one, and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are all a jumble in my head. Words don't come easy for me. Maybe that's why people misunderstand me. Perhaps that was what went wrong. Everything I've said seems to have made things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that people can't change; but I have seen first hand that this isn't true. People can change so much that you don't even know who they are anymore. The person you fell in love with, disappears; and in its place, a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a time limit that stipulates how long until a person has to move on? That if a person hasn't moved on by a certain time, they are doomed to a lifetime of misery and despair? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should a person force themselves to move on when they're not ready? Would that count as really moving on? Or do we do so just because others tell us that's the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't have any answers for anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, so many questions remain, but I guess there won't be any answers forthcoming; because the person who could provide them is lost to me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to talk about everything. But now, there's just silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is not as acute anymore, but it's still there. Just more of a numb pain now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to move on from losing a loved one. But the hardest thing right now, is to move on from losing a best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8052804884819678175?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8052804884819678175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8052804884819678175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8052804884819678175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8052804884819678175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/12/saddest-thing.html' title='The Saddest Thing'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7478745098640348225</id><published>2011-11-16T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:29:37.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, I find that I'm trying to convince myself that true love still exists. Trying not to lose faith in "for better or worse". Trying not to become cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explains the sappy Youtube videos on my FB profile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7478745098640348225?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7478745098640348225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7478745098640348225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7478745098640348225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7478745098640348225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/11/lately-i-find-that-im-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1354957408665855299</id><published>2011-10-12T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:49:57.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over-analysed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Expected too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pushed too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loved too hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say you should go out and sow your wild oats, experience all there is before settling down with the perfect one. And in the course of our search for the perfect one, we get so hurt and disillusioned, until love ceases to become as pure, because now we are so caught up in thoughts of potentially getting hurt again and how we are going to prevent that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what some people don't realise is while we are out there looking for that perfect one, we may have walked by the one who we were meant to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want love to be as innocent as it once was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1354957408665855299?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1354957408665855299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1354957408665855299' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>I would prefer to find out about her where I can deal with it in private; not in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worse, not knowing, but suspecting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1315469013481585881?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1315469013481585881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1315469013481585881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1315469013481585881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1315469013481585881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/10/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4968627329369020405</id><published>2011-10-09T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:31:45.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>09.10.11</title><content type='html'>The day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that I would have started a new chapter in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-4968627329369020405?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4968627329369020405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=4968627329369020405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4968627329369020405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4968627329369020405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/09/091011.html' title='09.10.11'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6061626859069057042</id><published>2011-10-04T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:10:26.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>False Hope...</title><content type='html'>...is a dangerous thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you tell the difference between real hope and false hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they are one and the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6061626859069057042?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6061626859069057042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6061626859069057042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6061626859069057042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6061626859069057042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/10/false-hope.html' title='False Hope...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7793325923033227859</id><published>2011-09-29T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:56:25.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Life before 06.07.08</title><content type='html'>Reading through my old posts, I realised that I DID have a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will again. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7793325923033227859?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7793325923033227859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7793325923033227859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7793325923033227859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7793325923033227859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-before-060708.html' title='Life before 06.07.08'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4988167081193826140</id><published>2011-09-29T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:34:14.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am your _____.</title><content type='html'>I used to be your "Baby", "hunny bunny", "exotic girl", "B", "chocolate milk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pause to think of what to enter into that blank, because there were so many options to choose from. But now, when I pause to think, it is because I have no idea what to fill that blank with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because like that blank, now, I am no one to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-4988167081193826140?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4988167081193826140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=4988167081193826140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4988167081193826140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4988167081193826140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-your.html' title='I am your _____.'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5802575569808164006</id><published>2011-09-21T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:38:03.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>When I'm angry I just need to burst out for a while then I'll be fine within the next hour. My fire burns itself out pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I shock myself with my mood swings sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5802575569808164006?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5802575569808164006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5802575569808164006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5802575569808164006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5802575569808164006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/09/mood-swings.html' title='Mood Swings'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7590987024863165710</id><published>2011-09-21T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:09:01.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>It's All On Me</title><content type='html'>Anger is my way of protecting myself sometimes. But the funny thing is, I can never stay angry at him for long.&lt;br /&gt;Because like a fool, no matter what, I can never bear to see him hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I am the one who always gets hurt, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7590987024863165710?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7590987024863165710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7590987024863165710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7590987024863165710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7590987024863165710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-all-on-me.html' title='It&apos;s All On Me'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3557895002164349236</id><published>2011-09-20T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:37:25.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What Happens When One Forgets?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Something that struck a chord in me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One thing, though, that stuck out as I watched last night was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near  the end, Duke is looking at the notebook he's been reading from the  whole time.  He flips to the front, and this dedication is written  there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Read this to me, and I'll come back to you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line absolutely cuts me every time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  story of love that is strong, won't be denied, and can't be broken is a  great image of the commitment we make when we take our vows in front of  friends and family at the church.  Too often, today, when things get  tough, people cut and run, leaving a wake of broken hearts and homes  behind them.  Not too many are willing to stick with it, no matter the  cost.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 11 years with my wife have been incredible.  &lt;br /&gt;Have they been easy?  Not always.  &lt;br /&gt;Have they been fun?  Quite often, but not always.  &lt;br /&gt;Have we fought?  Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;Have we made up?  Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  we all know, adversity can either make us stronger, or knock us  down...and relationships willing to work through the hard times will be  worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time, just with your spouse, and talk  about "your story", the good and the bad, how it's tested you, and how  it's made you stronger.  It's worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, read that line again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Read this to me, and I'll come back to you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Excerpt taken from &lt;a href="http://robs-random.blogspot.com/2007/12/read-this-to-me-and-ill-come-back-to.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3557895002164349236?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3557895002164349236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3557895002164349236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3557895002164349236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3557895002164349236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happens-when-one-forgets.html' title='What Happens When One Forgets?'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3608519776633873036</id><published>2011-08-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:45:37.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You used to be the only person I ever let see me cry, the person I turned to for comfort, even when you were the one doing the hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where to turn to, the tears will only fall when I'm alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3608519776633873036?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3608519776633873036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3608519776633873036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3608519776633873036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3608519776633873036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-used-to-be-only-person-i-ever-let.html' title=''/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3612191171898056759</id><published>2011-08-23T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:47:48.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Eternal Optimist</title><content type='html'>That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really wish I wasn't. Because I am always hoping for the best, hoping for the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People mostly think I am a pessimist. Could be due to the fact that I'm usually the first person to bring up the cons of anything, even though inside I am feeling optimistic. I guess this is a self-protection mechanism kicking into place, because I know I need to neutralise the optimism, or else I will be hurt really bad when things don't turn out well. Just my way of telling myself not to hope so much and always be prepared when shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My optimism and my self-protection mechanism have always lived in peace, striking a balance. But now, I find them constantly at war with each other. At every turn, one side is trying to outdo the other. Optimism refuses to give up, and self-protection refuses to get hurt again. Neither one willing to give in to the other, both believing that the other is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life has lost its balance. And I find myself flitting between love and hate. Love was there before, it was always there, but hate is something new; a by-product of this war that is going on inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't choose a side. How can I when I feel like there is still so much left unsaid, so much confusion and mixed signals. Sometimes I find myself wandering around in a state of shock, trying to make sense of things, wondering how could I have been so blind. But I know that soon, I will have to choose a side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so afraid of making a wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3612191171898056759?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3612191171898056759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3612191171898056759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3612191171898056759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3612191171898056759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/08/eternal-optimist.html' title='Eternal Optimist'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-235954775779414937</id><published>2011-08-22T20:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:16:55.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Walking Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back in Penang, I used to know someone from choir. He left quite a big impression on me. So much that some of how I view life is in part because of him. And I still remember certain things involving him as if they had just happened yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that he had big hands; not fleshy big, but strong big, with long fingers. I remember because I have always had a thing for hands; they simply fascinate me. And he was always wearing this ring on his pinkie finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day we were just sitting around backstage, chit chatting about random stuff, when suddenly he took off the ring and showed it to me. He told me that the ring belonged to his grandmother and that one day he will give that ring to his wife. It was a band with some designs on it. I wasn't sure what metal it was made of, but it looked antique. I didn't know what to say except "Oooo..." and "Ahhh...." while looking at the ring. I was just 16 at the time and I thought that it was really sweet and romantic of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was also the first person I knew who owned an SLR camera, back when SLRs weren't really popular and DSLRs hadn't even caught on yet. He once took a picture when we were in Australia. I think it was the first picture ever taken of me using an SLR camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was autumn then. But I remember that it wasn't that cold that day. I was sitting on a bench in the park and this little girl who was the daughter of one of the choir members was sitting on my lap. I was kinda babysitting for a while. We were enjoying ourselves, laughing and telling our little secrets. The sun was shining through the trees and there were not many people around. I didn't even notice that he was nearby with his camera. He quietly snapped a picture of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later when we came back to Malaysia, we were chatting online and he sent me that picture. I still remember it to this day. It showed two girls with the sun softly shining on them, just enjoying themselves, oblivious to the world around. I had my arms around Stephanie &lt;i&gt;(that was also the little girl's name) &lt;/i&gt;and we were smiling so happily. To me, it was beautiful &lt;i&gt;(and I'm not just saying that coz I'm in it...).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he sent me that picture, he said that it was one of his favourite. It was mine too&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have no idea where that picture went. It has been lost over the years. I wish that I had kept better care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a reminder that once, not long ago, life was simple and carefree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-235954775779414937?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/235954775779414937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=235954775779414937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/235954775779414937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/235954775779414937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/08/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-290693336885846592</id><published>2011-08-21T23:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:14:33.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>I still believe that there is a Chris out there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone worthy of receiving my heart and soul. Someone who will give me his heart and soul in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who believes in "For better or worse" like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="430" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-290693336885846592?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/290693336885846592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=290693336885846592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/290693336885846592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/290693336885846592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/08/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nQY4dIxY1H4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2576592058024779335</id><published>2011-08-17T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:08:34.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Want to ease your tiredness, take away your pain, see you smile and know that I put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have no rights to any of it anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2576592058024779335?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2576592058024779335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2576592058024779335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2576592058024779335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2576592058024779335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/08/want-to-ease-your-tiredness-take-away.html' title=''/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2086339714480966775</id><published>2011-07-16T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:38:55.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Wants</title><content type='html'>1. Cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;2. Memory remover&lt;br /&gt;3. A Deloreon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know which one I want more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2086339714480966775?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2086339714480966775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2086339714480966775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2086339714480966775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2086339714480966775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/07/wants.html' title='Wants'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5291720538695901474</id><published>2011-07-14T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T10:57:14.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you don't want to just hear "I'm sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish "Let's try again" and "I love you" was said as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5291720538695901474?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5291720538695901474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5291720538695901474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5291720538695901474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5291720538695901474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/07/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2832620425882731536</id><published>2011-06-26T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:17:18.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you have to put on a smile even though you are dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you wish congratulations but inside it is like a knife twisting in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you look at a Twitter update and realise that you can't even remember what yours looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you wonder what is wrong with you that caused it to be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you think you are strong enough to make it through the day, but then something comes along to make you break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you desperately need to cry your heart out, but there is no one to turn to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when you feel like curling up in a ball and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2832620425882731536?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2832620425882731536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2832620425882731536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2832620425882731536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2832620425882731536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-you-have-to-put-on-smile-even.html' title=''/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3328731644064366075</id><published>2011-01-27T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:20:01.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak Hotel</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, looking at wedding pictures elicit bittersweet feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on a blog somewhere. Don't kill me if it&amp;nbsp;didn't really come from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Bob Marley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3328731644064366075?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3328731644064366075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3328731644064366075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3328731644064366075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3328731644064366075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2011/01/heartbreak-hotel.html' title='Heartbreak Hotel'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1587645837329464731</id><published>2010-09-23T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:58:26.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Not Caring</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like when you care too much about something/someone, you leave yourself vulnerable to getting hurt. I know all that sayings about if you don't care about people, people won't care about you, ya-da ya-da. But maybe my case is a bit different. I find that it stresses me out when I care about what people are doing or saying. And this caring thingy is seriously starting to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of the black sheep in my team. Maybe it's because they speak Chinese and I'm a certified '&lt;em&gt;banana&lt;/em&gt;'. Or maybe it's just because our 'senior' is the ring leader, telling the other two minions to sabotage me. Don't ask me why she's doing it or how I know...just call it a hunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are always talking about stuff, even work stuff, and they just completely ignore me. It's not like I was sitting at the other end of &lt;strike&gt;Timbuktu&lt;/strike&gt; office, my table is just right behind theirs for crying out loud! And the work stuff they talk about is something that I'm also in charge of, but somehow there is a participant in the conversations that has nothing to do with the task at all. When users come to me and ask a question about the task, I'm just left hanging there, without any clue as to what the heck is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyday I have to eavesdrop on their conversations so that when I hear them talking about anything work related, I can quickly turn around and roll my chair over to their place just so I won't be left out of the loop. Do you have any idea how freaking tiring this is?!?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last straw. I saw that one of the minions emailed a user about something related to the task I'm involved in and CC-ed the other minion but not me. So I got pissed off, and I made a concious effort to just ignore it when they are chatting on their IM without me, or leaving me out of their conversations, and boy, did it feel GOOD! I just didn't care about what they were doing or saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I'll just do my work, lay low, and if upper management ask me why I'm not up to date with the tasks, I'll just say that I'm hired to systems configuration, not hacking into people's emails and spying on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've actually talked to one minion about this and to include me in discussions next time, but so far, nothing has changed. Oh well, I think end-of-year review with upper management should be a good time to vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1587645837329464731?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1587645837329464731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1587645837329464731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1587645837329464731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1587645837329464731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-caring.html' title='Not Caring'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7967848168355853801</id><published>2010-09-15T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T14:15:25.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Must you raise your voice?? Does it help??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;It makes me feel better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ok, so the next time you raise your voice, I'll raise my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;*wtf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It makes me feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic or not, this month, twice he has talked about hitting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7967848168355853801?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7967848168355853801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7967848168355853801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7967848168355853801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7967848168355853801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2010/09/must-you-raise-your-voice-does-it-help.html' title=''/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5393575783277280901</id><published>2010-06-22T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:28:29.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Ok, ever since I started working, I've had more or less 9 hours of internet connection at my disposal. Add to that, the initial 6 months of work consisted of me basically doing nothing. So that's when I was first introduced to online shopping by the boyfriend, who opened up the world of eBay to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I pooh-poohed all those people who said that once you start, you can never stop. And then, I made my first purchase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, ladies and gentlemen, there was no stopping. It was the thrill of searching for stuff and doing research for the cheapest deal you could get online. &lt;em&gt;Seriously, stuff online is SO much cheaper than in physical shops.&lt;/em&gt; I started prowling the site like a recessionista smelling a sale around the corner. And clicking the bid or "Buy it now" button everytime you see something you like never seemed easier. Granted, if you buy stuff internationally like from China, Hong Kong or US, shipping time is a b*tch, because it can take a month before it reaches you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eBay could only offer you so much. Which my colleague &lt;em&gt;(devil in disguise?)&lt;/em&gt; later rectified by introducing me to Lowyat.net. That's when my condition took a turn for the worse. From a simple dress, I started taking part in makeup sprees and clothing pre-orders. I&lt;em&gt; super love my E.L.F Studio makeup brushes which I got dirt cheap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eBay and Lowyat were not my only haunts. I did venture to local blogshops to see what they were offering &lt;em&gt;(even bought a pair of to-die-for pumps that are, unfortunately, too big for me *wails*),&lt;/em&gt; but I prefered eBay and Lowyat for the cheaper rates offered. And my hoard is growing bigger and bigger! &lt;em&gt;I might need to have a yard sale soon... O.o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with online shopping, there is a risk that you might not like what you have bought when it arrives at your doorstep. Quality might be bad, colours different from what is shown, or it might not even fit you. But for me, the prices you get online is worth taking the risk. And you can negate some of the risks by doing RESEARCH. &lt;em&gt;I admit, sometimes I get pretty obsessed with the research part because I don't want to end up with an item I absolutely hate.&lt;/em&gt; Another plus point is, I've also picked up a lot of beauty tips along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I have bought clothes, shoes, makeup and skincare, all online. &lt;em&gt;Beauty tips were free :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with all these new stuff, I find the vainpot in me struggling to fight for domination of this currently &lt;em&gt;couldn't-care-less&lt;/em&gt; body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5393575783277280901?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5393575783277280901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5393575783277280901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5393575783277280901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5393575783277280901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2010/06/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5262697752059985801</id><published>2010-06-01T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:42:00.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sniff sniff~</title><content type='html'>I have an obsession with smells. If someone nice smelling happens to pass me, I will start sniffing like crazy. I have actually stopped, turned around and followed a person that smelled nice, all the while sniffing like a little puppy looking for hidden treats (discretely of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone up there&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;kind enough&amp;nbsp;to hook me up with a guy who loves perfumes (I think he has more perfumes than I do!). And he has this deodorant I really LOVE, but which he doesn't wear that often&amp;nbsp;ever since&amp;nbsp;it went out of production, and he wants to save it for special occasions&amp;nbsp;because he knows that I like it so much. But whenever he does wear it, the super crazy sniffing starts again. Even when we're in public. And you know where deodorants go right? Yup, ARMPITS. Well, thank god I'm short enough that when he puts his arm around me I can just discretely turn my head and start sniffing away without strangers thinking that I'm a weirdo with strange fetishes....&lt;em&gt;Ahhhhh....heaven...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why this morning, after the boyfriend hugged me before going off to work, some of his perfume/deodorant must have transfered to me, and I spent the&amp;nbsp;entire journey to office in the car sniffing and sniffing, trying to figure out what is that scent. I couldn't put my finger on it! The scent was so faint, and just when I have given up on trying to sniff it out, it starts a little dance under my nostrils, and the sniffing starts all over again. And this continued for the better part of my morning in office. Kept messaging the boyfriend to ask him what perfume he used, but he was so slow in replying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! The torture!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5262697752059985801?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5262697752059985801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5262697752059985801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5262697752059985801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5262697752059985801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2010/06/sniff-sniff.html' title='Sniff sniff~'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6188594664753711662</id><published>2010-05-31T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:56:44.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Smelly toilet paper</title><content type='html'>The toilets in my office have these industrial sized toilet rolls placed at the sinks. And they smell. Like, REAL bad. It smells&amp;nbsp;as if&amp;nbsp;those toilet rolls were made using&amp;nbsp;soiled diapers and dead rats. Or maybe the dead rats were wearing soiled diapers. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cleaning lady even puts them in the toilet stalls when she runs out of the smaller sized,&amp;nbsp;"unscented"&amp;nbsp;rolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what will start growing if I use it to wipe my va-jay-jay. *shudders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6188594664753711662?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6188594664753711662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6188594664753711662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6188594664753711662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6188594664753711662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/smelly-toilet-paper.html' title='Smelly toilet paper'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7288143134064345388</id><published>2009-12-13T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:03:11.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;When you break up with someone, but still call each other 'dear' and tell each other 'I love you' and want to cuddle with each other, does that still mean that you are both 'broken up'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart in a million pieces, I feel like such a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7288143134064345388?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7288143134064345388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7288143134064345388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7288143134064345388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7288143134064345388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/12/revelations.html' title='Revelations'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8634144937751416306</id><published>2009-12-10T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:43:01.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><title type='text'>Reminders</title><content type='html'>At the front door, before leaving for work this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"Aren't you forgetting something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;*checks pockets* *looks at me blankly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"You don't wanna eat lunch today ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;"Oh ya!" *hurries to the kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;*yells from kitchen* "Eh, you don't wanna eat breakfast ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"Oh crap..." *goes to kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgot his lunch and I forgot my breakfast. We make a great couple... -_-||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8634144937751416306?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8634144937751416306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8634144937751416306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8634144937751416306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8634144937751416306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/12/reminders.html' title='Reminders'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1805582975906383146</id><published>2009-10-30T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:42:23.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is Average</title><content type='html'>And still with nothing to do at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; from my Google Reader. Seriously, there are some funny stuff here. I think they are little snippets of stories from different people. And they seem to sign off with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'MLIA'&lt;/span&gt;. Was on page 30 when I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, after realizing that my girlfriend reads this site everyday,I'm deciding to ask her something. So, Megan F. will you marry me? Since I'm overseas and can't call, so I hope this is good enough of a proposal. I love you! Love Eric, With you MLI more than A.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I read a post about my boyfriend proposing to me. Yes, Eric, I will marry you. I'll see you in a few months. -Megan MLI now completely beyond A.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I still have 778 pages more to keep me occupied. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1805582975906383146?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1805582975906383146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1805582975906383146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1805582975906383146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1805582975906383146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life-is-average.html' title='My Life Is Average'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5737860930056237013</id><published>2009-10-27T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:27:17.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Boredom schmoredom</title><content type='html'>Ello. This is me. Blogging again. From office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just finished the last 7 episodes of Gossip Girl Season 2 &lt;em&gt;(old, I know)&lt;/em&gt; in office. Finished scrutinizing every blog I can think of &lt;em&gt;(office finally lifted the ban)&lt;/em&gt;. Bought a Neti pot on eBay coz I was bored. And now I’m hooked on the site and surfing till I’m seeing stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone past the &lt;em&gt;‘this-is-fun’&lt;/em&gt; stage and arrived at the &lt;em&gt;‘rearrange-the-stuff-on-my-desk-24-times’&lt;/em&gt; stage. Being surrounded by junk food is not helping matters either. It’s true when people say that when you have nothing to do, you eat. Whoever that says otherwise can talk to the extra 2 kgs around my middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE the people with the remote control to the air-cond in my office. They’re the reason why I have a blankie, jacket and shawl with me at all times. It’s as if they are trying to stimulate the Ice Ages. Well, I hope they go the way of the dinosaurs. *&lt;em&gt;shows hand minus 3 fingers and a thumb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might also be typing nonsense right now, just for the joy of actually doing something, even if it’s just typing. &lt;em&gt;*type type type type* *clickity clack clack* *type* La-lala-la-la-lala. Hum de dum dum. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5737860930056237013?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5737860930056237013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5737860930056237013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5737860930056237013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5737860930056237013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/10/boredom-schmoredom.html' title='Boredom schmoredom'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3344809614203250634</id><published>2009-08-17T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:22:17.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Happy Graduation!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I didn't get African Daisies...I got a bouquet of flowers but not African Daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I did get a camera!!!!!! OMFGEEEEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I is so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received flowers from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt;, and was happy already, wasn't really expecting anything else on that day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Mana tau &lt;/span&gt;he asked me to hold out my hand. And when I did, he put a pink little pouch in it. I was wondering what it was until I saw the word '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lumix' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;written on it. To say I was happy would be an understatement. Ecstatic would be closer to describing it, delirious even. Was grinning like an idiot. It was exactly the camera I had always wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not my graduation pressie, the flowers were the present. The camera was my early birthday pressie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big kiss* *big hug* &lt;/span&gt;How not to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang &lt;/span&gt;the fella leh u tell me??? U tell me?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around showing off my camera the entire day. Sorry for being so obnoxious, people! Can't help it. Hehehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3344809614203250634?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3344809614203250634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3344809614203250634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3344809614203250634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3344809614203250634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-graduation.html' title='Happy Graduation!'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6954571368602476301</id><published>2009-08-14T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:37:20.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>Going for my rip-off convocation tomorrow. Didn't want to go initially coz of the rip-off charges, but my parents insisted. RM380 gone just like that. Who the hell charges RM95 per guest only for them to sit and watch the whole ceremony and have 'light refreshments' at 4.30pm??? Well, apparently APIIT does. Blardi hell, I might as well use that money to treat my parents to Jogoya...eat all you can AND I'll still have change after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was asked a few times what are my favourite flowers (most probably coz I think it's sorta a tradition to give flowers on a person's graduation day). And I realised that I didn't have one. Maybe African Daisies comes close, but I wouldn't exactly call it a favourite. I know for sure I don't like Tiger Lilies. Reminds me of big stuck-up, ostentatious '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tai tais'&lt;/span&gt;. African Daisies are more like fun-loving wild childs; carefree and friendly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you really wanna get me flowers, I would prefer African Daisies. But I would actually really really love a wide angle camera... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out now to some steamboat buffet place in Sunway Mentari called RNC Seafood Steamboat where apparently, they serve cheese soup...yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ktxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6954571368602476301?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6954571368602476301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6954571368602476301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6954571368602476301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6954571368602476301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5216292550323436239</id><published>2009-08-07T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:34:02.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Another Scar</title><content type='html'>Yep. Another one to add to my ever growing collection on my body, as if I don't have enuff already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just looking at my hand and I noticed that there was a red mark left by the ciggy-burn I got from Hennessy Artistry a couple of weeks back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you beeyatch for being such a noob fag-ger that you don't even know how to hold your fag properly so that it doesn't prove hazardous to people walking by. Now I have a souvenir to remember you by, wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's kinda in the shape of a heart though...if you look at it closely...and stretch the skin a little...and maybe tilt it a bit...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5216292550323436239?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5216292550323436239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5216292550323436239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5216292550323436239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5216292550323436239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-scar.html' title='Another Scar'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6886031961480387154</id><published>2009-08-04T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:54:37.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Third Month In The Rat Race</title><content type='html'>Sigh...such a long time since I blogged. What to do, my office blocks practically everything! Can't even Twit, wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is currently my third month at work. It's ok I guess. Most of the days I'm just &lt;em&gt;'goyang kaki-ing'&lt;/em&gt; coz I'm not really assigned to handle the big stuff yet, being a newbie and all. So most days I just go around looking for things to surf online. FYI, my company blocked MSN, gtalk, Twitter, Facebook, Friendster, MySpace, Blogger, Blogspot, Wordpress...well, basically everything that is even remotely considered as entertainment. Can't even use de proxy evasion website thingy that some people recommended coz they block that too. Haihz...So ppl, u r more than welcome to spam my email with interesting stuff to read. You may even printscreen a few blogs for me to read...a bit despo, but, thank you, thank you XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank god I have &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt; sitting next to me keeping me entertained and sane. My boss is pretty chiller too. What else would u expect from someone who has an eyebrow piercing? She smokes like a chimney, drinks like a barrel, and fancies herself as a German stolen at birth by an Indian couple. O.o Buys us McDs too whenever she calls McDelivery during tea time...&lt;em&gt;wheee~~~~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office is freakishly cold. Most probably coz &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Boss &lt;/span&gt;are aliens from a sub-zero temp planet and they take sadistic pleasure in turning on the air-cond in our department full blast, just to freeze us lesser earthlings. And this is in addition to the centralised air-cond system that is already turned on! I wonder if the Vico/Ovaltine/some-chocolate-drink in the pantry makes people fat. Coz I'm drinking like, 2 cups a day to keep warm. Not like it worked, that's why I went and bought me a blankie from Ikea. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, working life has been ok so far. I've even been exposed to some office politics already, but better not talk about it here just in case my collegues stumble upon this blog.  :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6886031961480387154?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6886031961480387154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6886031961480387154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6886031961480387154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6886031961480387154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/third-month-in-rat-race.html' title='Third Month In The Rat Race'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6670712649625803213</id><published>2009-06-19T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:11:07.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>A history of my eff-ing crappy day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to office and found out that my colleague was emo-ing at me. Ignored me for most of the day. Fine whatever, she probably needs me more than I need her anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a headache. Must be caused by my stupid contact lenses which I probably should have changed like about a month ago, but I ran out of supply and I just didn't have the time to stock up (or more like I just couldn't be bothered at the moment).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After lunch, my tummy decided to throw tantrums. It felt like it was trying to drill its way out of my body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ms Perfectionist me dug my own grave with the stupid Excel spreadsheet I was working on. I just HAD to be so dissatisfied with the formatting and I just HAD to go and change it. And we're talking about 1K-plus of data here! Imagine merging and centering data in more than 1K of rows. Nearly vomitted blood I tell you. That cost me an extra hour and a half at the office. It would have been more bearable if Microsoft had just created a stupid keyboard shortcut for the stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Merge and Center'&lt;/span&gt; function.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left office, went to my car and found out that it got clamped. The day I decided to drive is the day that the guards decided to check parking tickets in the area where I parked. Bye-bye RM50.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lern&lt;/span&gt;'s house for dinner, had a fight with my sister. She made me detour to Puchong to feed her dumb dogs. And she didn't even ask, she COMMANDED me to go. She's probably out partying with her friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nearly had an accident because was SMS-fighting with sister while driving. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was late to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lern&lt;/span&gt;'s house for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the way there, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lern&lt;/span&gt; said he was done with his training. If I hadn't made that detour to Puchong, I would have made it in time to pick him up. But now since I was stuck in the jam, his dad had to go pick him up instead. Damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pai seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Crappy or not, you tell me? You tell me???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can predict that it is not over yet. Still have to go home and face stupid sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6670712649625803213?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6670712649625803213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6670712649625803213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6670712649625803213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6670712649625803213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4914643860975126703</id><published>2009-01-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:23:52.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Babedevil Must Die</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's been happening to me lately. I seem to be losing my memory &lt;em&gt;(of people anyway). &lt;/em&gt;I'll meet someone new, spend some time with them, and then totally forget who they are the next time I meet them. Take for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Case 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene: &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday/&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt;'s New Year's Eve party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the door, went to the dining table and said hi to everyone. Saw a guy wearing a black shirt.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm, looks very familiar"&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; I thought. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Must be some blogger whose blog I stumbled upon once." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the kithen and was getting some food, when from behind me I heard someone say, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hello, Steph."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*turns around* *blink blink*&lt;/em&gt; "Hiiii......?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Sigh, You don't remember me isit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Errr.....Ermmm&lt;em&gt;.......*stares blankly*&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Andrew...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blink blink* "Think dammit!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Petaling Street......?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blink blink blink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I was shooting there with Aaron.......?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"OHHHHHHHH!!!!! ANDREW!!!!! Omigawd, I'm so sorry!!!! I KNEW you look familiar just now!!!! So SORRY!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hahaha...it's ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spent the next few minutes apologising profusely. &lt;em&gt;Sigh. Dunno where to put my face adi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Case 2 &lt;em&gt;(even worse than above-mentioned case)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene: Absolute Bazaar at Subang Jaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was walking around looking at some clothes when I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;turns around*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Hi Steph!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Errrr....Hiii....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"It's me, Suzzane!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*puzzled smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;'s girlfriend...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Aaron??? Which Aaron??? Low? This girl looks different from his girlfriend one??? Ho? Got girlfriend meh?????!!!! &lt;/em&gt;Errrrrr.....&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;'s brother, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;.....?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"OHHHH!!!!! YAA!!!!! HIIII!!!! Hahahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to dig my grave even deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Sorry la...couldn't recognize you. We've met only once before, at &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday party."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Actually we met before that already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Die.....&lt;/em&gt;We did???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Ya, at the barbeque at &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s place....?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Omigosh, oh ya!!! Totally forgot about that! I'm so sorry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Hahahaha....It's ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued some small talk until I couldn't &lt;em&gt;tahan &lt;/em&gt;the embarrasment anymore and I said bye. Then I practically ran back to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lern&lt;/span&gt; to wail and tell him about my blond-ish moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fella&lt;/span&gt; laughed at me. WTF right.... -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people out there who have gotten this from me before, I'm so, so, soooooo sorry!!! I seriously don't mean it! *&lt;em&gt;gives cookie*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-4914643860975126703?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4914643860975126703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=4914643860975126703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4914643860975126703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4914643860975126703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/babedevil-must-die.html' title='Babedevil Must Die'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3127098323902289974</id><published>2009-01-27T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:56:58.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Photo Love</title><content type='html'>Stumbled upon this quote while I was reading yesterday's papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"....you know a guy loves a woman when he cannot stop taking photos of her..." - Ekachai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm not the only one who agrees with that statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3127098323902289974?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3127098323902289974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3127098323902289974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3127098323902289974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3127098323902289974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-love.html' title='Photo Love'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7294612358031599604</id><published>2009-01-26T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:26:09.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Already Have Them</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night. It wasn't a particularly nice dream. In fact it bordered on being a nightmare for me. I guess it was because I've been harboring this fear that I wouldn't be accepted as well as others have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting affirmation from others is just like wanting the sun to rise in the West instead of the East; pointless and unnecessary. Getting new friends is always a nice thing, but even if they don't accept you into their circle, it's not the end of the world. I have my own friends now who accept me as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a special connection with a new friend, that that makes you get along so well together that you can almost finish each other's sentences, is not so important, as I already have that with my existing friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thought and consideration, I'm letting go of all the wanting and needing. I've decided that it's just a waste of my precious time; time that could be better spent with loved ones. If people want to accept me into their inner circle and be close to me, then that's fine; but even if they don't want to, it's still acceptable to me. Because I know I already have friends who will be there for me &lt;em&gt;(and takes the time to read my blog and Facebook to find out what's been happening in my life :) )&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my friends out there, know that you really ARE appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year Everyone!&lt;/span&gt; May you prosper and all your wishes come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7294612358031599604?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7294612358031599604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7294612358031599604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7294612358031599604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7294612358031599604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-already-have-them.html' title='I Already Have Them'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7886248368613142509</id><published>2009-01-23T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:16:17.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Cincau Must Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The other day, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt; asked me a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"err...wanted to ask very long de...did you tell ---- and ---- what present to buy for me ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"no wor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"coz the present they gave me&lt;em&gt;....*shows me pic*...&lt;/em&gt;that tshirt...u ingat tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger, you know what happened? The dumdum actually thought that the present I gave him was from someone else! Ish...I was actually out shopping with him when he saw that shirt, just that the outlet didn't have his size anymore. So I decided to go to another outlet to get it for him for his birthday. &lt;em&gt;Mana tau&lt;/em&gt; that guy so blur blur that he mistook my present for someone else's. &lt;em&gt;Hmph! &lt;/em&gt;It was even wrongly tagged in Facebook. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"ahem...u better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;retag de pic"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Cincau&lt;/span&gt;, I could have killed you then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, thanks &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt; for cheering me up with your 'lutsinaaarr'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Grace-y&lt;/span&gt; for your webbie session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for being there for me. :)&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/18608685-7886248368613142509?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7886248368613142509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7886248368613142509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7886248368613142509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7886248368613142509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/cincau-must-die.html' title='Cincau Must Die'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7258042273439262816</id><published>2009-01-23T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:51:28.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>I wish there was at least a question mark at the end of the title. But as it is, there's just a period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this will be my last MOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. I don't seem to be feeling anything. In fact, I seem to be totally numb. Maybe coz this seems so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even see it coming. Woke up this morning and everything was fine. Then I was just blindsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other party doesn't seem to care either. Maybe things is as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just looking for a reason, to see if things could survive a thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it couldn't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7258042273439262816?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7258042273439262816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7258042273439262816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7258042273439262816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7258042273439262816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2908171083303132561</id><published>2009-01-18T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:59:33.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Secret Key</title><content type='html'>I have a key&lt;br /&gt;I use it from time to time&lt;br /&gt;To visit old friends&lt;br /&gt;That have always been mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may&lt;br /&gt;I can never let them go&lt;br /&gt;But keeping them around&lt;br /&gt;Hurts me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I have a key&lt;br /&gt;I use it from time to time&lt;br /&gt;I say 'hi' and I may cry&lt;br /&gt;Hoping things will get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm done&lt;br /&gt;I put my key&lt;br /&gt;In a secret place&lt;br /&gt;No one knows but me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2908171083303132561?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2908171083303132561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2908171083303132561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2908171083303132561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2908171083303132561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-secret-key.html' title='My Secret Key'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7133534950644076802</id><published>2009-01-13T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:28:22.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Where Was My Christmas???!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm still kinda stuck in year 2008, and I think I know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where the freaking hell did my Christmas go???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was my Christmas gift shopping escapades at shopping malls decorated with huge Christmas trees and playing jingle-ly Christmas songs? &lt;em&gt;I know where that went...I was busy in Penang with singing practice, until Christmas Eve...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were my crazy, zany, funny Christmas parties with Santa hats and cute reindeer antler headbands? &lt;em&gt;Oh ya, busy in Penang, couldn't make it for pre-Christmas celebrations....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were my Christmas pressies all nicely gift wrapped and tied with a huge ribbon? &lt;em&gt;Wait, Edeleen gave me one pressie that was gift wrapped, no ribbon, but still gift wrapped...and....and........THAT's IT!!! People, is it so hard to gift wrap a present???!!! Not like I don't like the presents that I received, but so 'tak syiok' only, getting a present all naked like that...I was up at 6am in the morning to wrap presents even after a long train ride home from Penang ok...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it doesn't feel like I've even celebrated Christmas at all. And Christmas is a pretty important celebration for me...&lt;em&gt;I don't know why, but it just is, so sue me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New new year's resolution for 2009...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;make bloody hell sure you really celebrate Christmas properly this year&lt;/span&gt;, even if you have to ram Santa hats and reindeer headbands on people's heads and make them sing Christmas carols. Heck, I might even turn into the Christmas Nazi and whip some asses to keep that resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7133534950644076802?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7133534950644076802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7133534950644076802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7133534950644076802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7133534950644076802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-was-my-christmas.html' title='Where Was My Christmas???!!!'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1402567607333533251</id><published>2009-01-11T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:38:33.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>4.12.08</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm not so brave afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want 'uncomplicated'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1402567607333533251?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1402567607333533251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1402567607333533251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1402567607333533251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1402567607333533251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/41208.html' title='4.12.08'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1374010788052986726</id><published>2009-01-10T03:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:51:57.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>I wish...</title><content type='html'>I wish for things as I had wished them when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for things I saw in others that I want for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for things that, coincidently, someone had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for things that was given to someone but not to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to add more to MOTH but somehow I can't seem to find the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was no heartache in all my wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I wish and what is real are two different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my New Year's resolution, instead of wishing for more money or better health like everyone else, I have decided to stop wishing and expecting so much. *&lt;em&gt;puts wishes in a box, locks it tight and sit staring at the key, wondering what to do with it*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it feels like I'm becoming someone I'm not, it's just something I have to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1374010788052986726?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1374010788052986726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1374010788052986726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes with a price tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some people, they look at it from $ point of view. How much money to spend to buy something for a loved one; how much money to spend to make a loved one happy; how much money to spend to make a loved one shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, they see it from another point of view. What are they giving up emotionally for a loved one; what dreams are they letting go of for a loved one; what thoughts and insecurities they are shutting up inside for a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true...it's hard to maintain a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I'd like to run away from you, But if you didn't come and find me - I would die." - Dame Shirley Bassey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6241328694035984206?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6241328694035984206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6241328694035984206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6241328694035984206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6241328694035984206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1888921752521778306</id><published>2009-01-09T02:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:12:13.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My first and probably last</title><content type='html'>It started with Beethoven's Symphony No.9 in D Minor, and I guess it is fitting that my last performance will be of that symphony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Penang on the 13th of December to prepare for the concert. It was to be held on the 23rd of December, and I couldn't get a returning train to KL on the morning of Christmas Eve, so that meant I had to spend the night of Christmas Eve on the train, counting down by my lonesome. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing since I was 13 years old. All that travelling up and down to Penang every week for practice last time was really hectic. I remember every Monday was the day I had to rush out of school to get on the road to Penang. Dinner was always a quick affair in the car, and I had to surreptitiously change my clothes with the risk of every Tom, Dick and Harry on the road catching a glimpse of my bits. Boy, I must have made some pedophiles happy on those Mondays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even worse when I was having private voice lessons...Thank god I decided that singing professionally wasn't what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, which meant that I could scrap those private lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after I completed SPM and came down to KL for college, I didn't have much time for singing anymore. And during my trip back to Penang, I realised how much I missed performing. That feeling of singing your heart out in front of a live audience was exhilirating, especially when you hear the orchestra accompanying you, you just get carried away with the music. And when you hit that very high, high note perfectly...&lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, most of my old friends weren't participating in the concert this time, so it wasn't the same as it was. &lt;em&gt;Sigh, I miss the good old days. &lt;/em&gt;We used to have such crazy times together; modifying classic pieces into our own funny versions of a musical, singing loudly while climbing all those stairs to the practice hall, and making fun of the voice tutors and conductors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I was glad that I ended my year 2008 with that performance. It was the year that I was graduating and taking on more responsibilities, so it was sort of a return to the past, looking back on all the sweet and not so sweet memories of my carefree student life. A lot of things happened to me during those old times in Penang. My recent trip there, meeting some people, reminded me of what things were and what weren't meant to be. I guess we just move on with our lives. If things didn't work out the way you planned back then, 9 years later may not change that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be returning for anymore performances in the future. I've got to get a job soon and that will mean even less time for singing. And I don't think travelling to Penang that often is feasible. And that's why I tried to take as many pictures as possible &lt;em&gt;(notice I used the word 'tried'....stupid disposable batteries died-ed on me at the worse possible moment)&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289011664476173186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZYFiH_84I/AAAAAAAAAS8/JheH_GW_VVc/s320/DSCN2557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Orchestra practicing with the conductor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289016806481402994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZcw1llHHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/21DeZvq1Bvc/s320/DSCN2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the conductor's chair...&lt;em&gt;Quick, take the picture before he comes back!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289011681055487170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZYGf40NMI/AAAAAAAAATE/KdskKdYf30Q/s320/DSCN2566.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chorus, full dress rehersal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289011698050935426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZYHfM2KoI/AAAAAAAAATM/uJOTwKFIUBY/s320/DSCN2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Orchestra, full dress rehersal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289009689349661762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZWSkNJJEI/AAAAAAAAASs/eIiW8JNhGvY/s320/DSCN2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt; With Dr Martin Ennis, the chorus master &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289013514403054946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZZxNo8BWI/AAAAAAAAATU/GTakjVAWm5U/s320/DSCN2590.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With Jascha Y. Shimano the conductor, and Hoong Tatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289009697260704082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZWTBrSEVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Rma4iUkCZc4/s320/DSCN2589.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Kayo Takemura the soprano soloist (holding red bouquet) and her husband and some friends from chorus and orchestra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289007333897927010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZUJddr-WI/AAAAAAAAASc/P-YeoH9rLRQ/s320/DSCN2578.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Khoo Hooi Lay, the alto soloist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289014891650832258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZbBYSZV4I/AAAAAAAAATs/vuoz6dZ1yf4/s320/DSCN2591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Stefan from orchestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289007331882553346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZUJV9L0AI/AAAAAAAAASk/Mc7d28HY-eE/s320/DSCN2581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With Yee Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289013889077611522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZaHBaUDAI/AAAAAAAAATk/NnR-7vfrQsQ/s320/DSCN2584.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Yee Yin and Siew Mi (OMG, I think that's it, I kinda forgot her name...I'm so sorry!) from chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1888921752521778306?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1888921752521778306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1888921752521778306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1888921752521778306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1888921752521778306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-and-probably-last.html' title='My first and probably last'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SWZYFiH_84I/AAAAAAAAAS8/JheH_GW_VVc/s72-c/DSCN2557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1664499224750839034</id><published>2008-12-13T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:22:35.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><title type='text'>It's not about the price tag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know the guy who proposed to his girlfriend via a billboard on the LDP? The one with the message "Kelly Tan E Li, Will You Marry Me?" and a picture of him holding a ring? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh....&lt;/em&gt;Romance.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What touched me the most wasn't the fact that he spent thousands and thousands of dollars on the proposal, but the fact that this guy isn't ashamed to want everyone, including strangers, to know that he loves her and wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Doesn't that just make you wanna melt into a puddle of mush with a silly grin on your face? I think I can sorta imagine how his girlfriend was feeling when she saw the billboard... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's not about practicality, but romantic whimsicality....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1664499224750839034?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1664499224750839034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1664499224750839034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1664499224750839034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1664499224750839034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-about-price-tag.html' title='It&apos;s not about the price tag...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3886209431620453821</id><published>2008-12-07T23:10:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:56:25.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan'/><title type='text'>Bondi Beach in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;The other day, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt; asked a bunch of us to go for a food tasting session at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bondi Beach Grill &amp;amp; Bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; It’s located at The Curve, right next to Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. on the 1st floor. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lern&lt;/span&gt; and I have passed by the restaurant with its big signboard a few times even before they opened, and each time he will rave about how Bondi Beach in Australia has these fried Mars bars (which sounds pretty interesting). Well, sorry to disappoint you, but this Bondi Beach we went to doesn’t serve fried Mars bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277418785762952210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0obLhfxBI/AAAAAAAAARE/_muQfWkNIag/s320/HH5A7875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The surf board looks like it just survived a shark attack...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; It’s newly opened, on the 15th of November. They offer free wi-fi and they even have their own restrooms (unlike some of the eateries around The Curve). No hunky, blonde, blue eyed surfer dudes, or even beach babes in tiny bikinis here, but I guess I’ll just settle for good food... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0ri0ZavXI/AAAAAAAAASM/xU_h-NralmE/s1600-h/HH5A7882_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277422215528889714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 119px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0ri0ZavXI/AAAAAAAAASM/xU_h-NralmE/s320/HH5A7882_Panorama1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The interior with a bar in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277416676819574290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 396px; height: 103px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0mgbGNnhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eQJ8I7bETiI/s320/HH5A7867_Panorama1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A choice of al-fresco dining or just to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bondi Beach Grill and Bar is not the place for you if you are looking for fine dining. They offer a more simple and natural fare, and their food is cooked with olive oil. According to the management, theirs is a backyard barbeque concept; but what sets them apart is their specialty sauces which complements the food. Any barbeque maestro will tell you that a good barbie is determined by the sauce. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; For some of their dishes, there is a choice of different portion sizes; appetizers/mains. There are also a variety of categories to choose from; ‘burgers n sandwiches’, ‘flamin kitchen’ and ‘giant skewer’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401808854133458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0Y-_nBKtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wMtcaG48joQ/s320/HH5A7853.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; Their beverage list is pretty decent. There are no special concoction beverages (the fanciest they have are smoothies), but it’s adequate enough. The cheapest are sodas and ice lemon or orange tea (RM 9), and the most expensive (not counting alcohol) is freshly squeezed apple or orange juice (RM 15). Beers, alcohol and a wine list are also available. Bondi Beach is currently having happy hours all night long, even including weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0rZTZtjWI/AAAAAAAAASE/UoO54jY9jI4/s1600-h/HH5A7895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277422052052929890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0rZTZtjWI/AAAAAAAAASE/UoO54jY9jI4/s320/HH5A7895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ice Orange Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; The first dish we were served was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grilled Oysters topped with Buttery BBQ Sauce&lt;/span&gt;. The appetizer portion comes with two oysters while the main portion comes with 10 oysters. If you are squeamish about oysters like me, this dish might change your mind. The BBQ sauce with a dash of Tobassco really made the difference. I was slurping it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0rQP4VmrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UCKTIkK_M10/s1600-h/HH5A7906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277421896488819378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0rQP4VmrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UCKTIkK_M10/s320/HH5A7906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Grilled Oysters topped with Buttery BBQ Sauce&lt;br /&gt;RM 21/RM 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0qH3fSLJI/AAAAAAAAARc/EWleI2X3KDs/s1600-h/HH5A7963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277420652990704786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0qH3fSLJI/AAAAAAAAARc/EWleI2X3KDs/s320/HH5A7963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spotted: Photographers with big-assed cameras swarming over food *flash flash flash*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;The second dish was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prawn Pinwheels&lt;/span&gt;, which are “spiced tiger prawns grilled on a bed of curly endives”. The appetizer portion come with 3 skewers of prawns, the main portion comes with 5 skewers. Now, I’m not a huge fan of prawns, but I’m telling you, this dish was my favourite for the night! The prawns were so juicy and succulent, with that delicious taste of perfectly grilled food. &lt;em&gt;Ooo...I’m drooling already just by thinking about it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0q9eN8xWI/AAAAAAAAARs/k2jdvxFFgik/s1600-h/HH5A7924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277421573920048482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0q9eN8xWI/AAAAAAAAARs/k2jdvxFFgik/s320/HH5A7924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prawn Pinwheels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 16/RM 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;What was served next was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seafood Kebabs with Dill&lt;/span&gt; from the ‘giant skewer’ category which has tiger prawn, soft-shell crab, squid, tenggiri, courgette, cherry tomato served with tartare sauce on what else but a giant skewer. One of the tiger prawns I tasted was not so fresh, but I think that was the only exception (I still prefer the Prawn Pinwheels though...). The soft-shell crab was a nice touch to the dish, delicious too I might add, with its char-grilled taste. Squid and tenggiri fish were not bad too. The tenggiri was soft and flaky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0qSAQzsuI/AAAAAAAAARk/vSJrfMchpW8/s1600-h/HH5A7937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277420827144598242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0qSAQzsuI/AAAAAAAAARk/vSJrfMchpW8/s320/HH5A7937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seafood Kebabs with Dill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Next, we got to sample some dishes from the ‘flamin kitchen’ category. All of the dishes in this category are served with their specialty sauces, though if you want more (which I guarantee you will) you can always order extra from their ‘Sauce Selection’ menu (RM 3). We were served the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rib Eye, Sirloin, Fillet of Dory&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salmon&lt;/span&gt;. Each dish comes with baked creamy potato with cheese, and vegetables. The sauces which accompanied the dishes were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bondi BBQ, Mushroom, Black Pepper&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lemon Herb Butter&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I’m a firm believer that you shouldn’t cook your steaks past medium rare. So the Rib Eye was quite a disappointment for me as it was a tad over done for my liking, which made it quite tough. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0rFCxWcYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cEhdqENQeec/s1600-h/HH5A7957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277421703991292290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0rFCxWcYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cEhdqENQeec/s320/HH5A7957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rib Eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; For me, the Sirloin is one of the tougher cuts of meat, but this time the Sirloin was just nice. It was cooked pretty well also; not too rare that you would expect it to ‘moo’ at any time, and yet not too overly done that it feels like you are chewing rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277417019640570002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0m0YNG4JI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_t9l3t8WUUg/s320/HH5A7968.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sirloin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; I personally preferred the dory over the salmon because the dory was juicier. I found the salmon a tad dry. It was an excuse to slather more Lemon Herb Butter sauce on it though... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277420437791826370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0p7Vz34cI/AAAAAAAAARU/R7wmwZuMl1g/s320/HH5A7982.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fillet of Dory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277420293937589666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0py96WbaI/AAAAAAAAARM/o9T_Y15ECOw/s320/HH5A7973.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salmon with Lemon Herb Butter sauce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; As for the sauces, they were all superbly delicious. The Bondi BBQ sauce has a nice balance between sweet and sour, while the black pepper is just nice without being too overpowering in its peppery-ness. The usual mushroom sauces I taste are pretty bland and lacking that oomph. But Bondi Beach’s mushroom sauce was really flavourful, with lots of mushrooms in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277405963782686050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0cw17LhWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/soKLMOPIk5U/s320/HH5A7946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black Pepper, Mushroom and Bondi BBQ sauce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 3 per bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;For desert, we had Honey Grilled Banana with Coconut Flakes, and Apple Cinnamon Comb. All dessert are served with vanilla ice-cream. The grilled bananas were just so-so, and I wasn’t a fan of coconut flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277404428863778338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0bXf5_riI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YveSsb03rC8/s320/HH5A8006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honey Grilled Banana with Coconut Flakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;The Apple Cinnamon Comb was better, especially eaten warm with the cold ice-cream. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277404422888761634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0bXJpcKSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/orqbQpYXCuU/s320/HH5A8001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apple Cinnamon Comb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rm 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277405663082324690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0cfVuoItI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yeTo963Cf44/s320/HH5A8010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me digging in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmmm....Might I suggest fried Mars bars for the dessert menu to spice things up....? *grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277403780906053010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 115px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0axyE1bZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dTgaQzcSx60/s320/HH5A8017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The food reviewers with our host for the night, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CS&lt;/span&gt;, in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bondi Beach Grill &amp;amp; Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lot 146, The Curve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No 6, Jln PJU7/3, Mutiara Damansara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;47860 Petaling Jaya, Selangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tel: 03 7729 2441&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fax: 03 7729 4852&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Operation Hours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12 noon - 11pm (Sunday ~ Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12 noon - 2am (Wednesday ~ Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*All photos courtesy of &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.chunglern.com/"&gt;chunglern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3886209431620453821?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3886209431620453821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3886209431620453821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3886209431620453821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3886209431620453821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/bondi-beach-in-malaysia.html' title='Bondi Beach in Malaysia'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/ST0obLhfxBI/AAAAAAAAARE/_muQfWkNIag/s72-c/HH5A7875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3456159632222197619</id><published>2008-11-22T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:21:25.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Partayyy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally! After such a long hiatus, I'm finally going clubbing again tonite. Well, it's more like an event in a club la, but I don't care! It still counts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*digs out clubbing gear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I seriously haven't gone clubbing in ages. Well, if you don't count the &lt;em&gt;Nuffnang Silent Halloween Party&lt;/em&gt; which was held at &lt;em&gt;Borneo Baruk Club&lt;/em&gt; la....but that was only an event where nice dancing music was only played for, like, 10 minutes...??? And the rest off the music can only be heard from personal music devices, which was downloaded before people came to the party....I guess that was why they named it a SILENT Halloween Party... :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got the &lt;em&gt;'Plus One'&lt;/em&gt; tag added to my name, I have never gone out clubbing. Having a&lt;em&gt; 'Plus One'&lt;/em&gt; that is not into late nights doesn't help matters much. I SO miss the music, and the dancing, and the late night &lt;em&gt;yum cha &lt;/em&gt;sessions after that. After yesterday's presentation, I seriously had the insane urge to go out like I used to again....not necessarily clubbing, but spending late nights out hanging with friends. I seriously, seriously needed it. It was like how a man dying from thirst needs water. It was THAT bad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night when &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt; told me he was going to &lt;em&gt;OK magazine's 3rd Anniversary Party&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;Zouk KL&lt;/em&gt; as the photographer for one of the sponsors, I thought of tagging along. I saw the event on Facebook once, but didn't really occur to me to go. And I heard &lt;em&gt;Zouk&lt;/em&gt; got a recent makeover, haven't been there in a while, so wanted to check it out too. Seeing as I had nothing to do and clubbing was on my to-do list, I decided to go. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Lern &lt;/span&gt;couldn't make it so I'm going with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine &lt;/span&gt;instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I can't wait to step into a club again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blows dust off clubbing gear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3456159632222197619?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3456159632222197619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3456159632222197619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3456159632222197619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3456159632222197619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/partayyy.html' title='Partayyy!!!!'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-946496512597079822</id><published>2008-11-21T12:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:22:34.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Depression setting in...</title><content type='html'>Just finished my Final Year Project presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was NOT good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advisor made me feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Why did you do it like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I hope you documented that..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What if the user doen't know which stop he's at? This doesn't seem very user friendly to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You are supposed to use an algorithm to prove that you are a Software Engineering student!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This is a Final Year Project! You should have explored that topic further!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and the list goes on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Is. So. Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need. To. Do. Something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or. Else. I. Keeeel. Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....feel like doing something crazy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...so hungry...lunching with &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt;. He said he'll be here in 30 minutes, but knowing him, it might take longer than that... :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sigghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............&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/18608685-946496512597079822?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/946496512597079822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=946496512597079822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/946496512597079822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/946496512597079822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/depression-setting-in.html' title='Depression setting in...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2805313289780412636</id><published>2008-11-20T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:38:40.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Stuff that gets on my nerves</title><content type='html'>I find it irritating when people make different plans with different people on the same day and time. I mean, sure, I know you want a backup plan just in case one of your plans don't work out, but at least have the decency to let the other person know that you are making other plans as well. What happens when both the people you are making plans with all can make it? So which one do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it irritating that people make appointments and promises with you, and all is set, then in the next instant agree to go out with someone else at the same time. Like WTH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it irritating that people make you promises that they'll do something for you but then show no enthusiasm or indication that they will follow through with it. I think I'll much prefer it if you didn't make me any promises at all...keeps the disappointment rate down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2805313289780412636?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2805313289780412636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2805313289780412636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2805313289780412636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2805313289780412636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/stuff-that-gets-on-my-nerves.html' title='Stuff that gets on my nerves'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1486924602234024737</id><published>2008-11-20T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:15:12.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaiKai'/><title type='text'>Holidays...*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Holidays are only holidays if you are not stuck at home for more than 70% of its duration...like I am right now....&lt;em&gt;sigh...&lt;/em&gt;I seriously have no idea what to do. Langkawi trip is end of next week, and I don't know how to occupy myself till then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought bout looking for a job, but hey, who looks for a job on their holiday???!!! *&lt;em&gt;scratches that off the list (for now anyway...)* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next up, catch up on all my TV series &lt;em&gt;(which also means that I'll still be stuck at home)&lt;/em&gt;. Oh wait, I just finished that last night (with the exception of &lt;em&gt;Heroes &lt;/em&gt;of course, since CincauAaron gave me &lt;em&gt;House &lt;/em&gt;instead of &lt;em&gt;Heroes...&lt;/em&gt;but no biggie, finished &lt;em&gt;House &lt;/em&gt;anyway...). &lt;em&gt;*scratches that off the list as well* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping? Sorry, bank account dwindling already. Been swiping the card like mad... -_-'' *&lt;em&gt;scratch scratch*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now??????? &lt;em&gt;*wails*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm meeting &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mun&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow night and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wawa&lt;/span&gt; next week...Haven't been catching up with them for ages!!! &lt;em&gt;*hearts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that should keep me occupied for those 2 days...Now it's just the rest of the days of the days leading up to the Langkawi trip!!! Anyone wanna ajak me out....? &lt;em&gt;*makes Puss-In-Boots cute endearing face from Shrek*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Oh shit...I just remembered that I have to prepare slides for my Final Year Project presentation tomorrow!!! Wonderful holiday right? *dripping sarcasm*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1486924602234024737?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1486924602234024737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1486924602234024737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1486924602234024737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1486924602234024737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidayssigh.html' title='Holidays...*sigh*'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6707840061970203110</id><published>2008-11-19T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:55:52.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chivalry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Transportation'/><title type='text'>Chivalry is not dead</title><content type='html'>Took the train back to Klang a few nights ago...reminded me of the first time I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klang is not exactly very safe. In fact it's got a reputation for being pretty dangerous nowadays. If some people think that my Puchong area is not that safe, wait till they see Klang. My Klang house was even robbed once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the nearest station to my house in Klang is the Teluk Gadong one. In daylight it looks pretty dodgy already, so you can imagine what it looks like at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was coming back from PC Fair at KLCC. When I arrived at the station, it was so dark and dodgy. The ticketing counter was closed as usual (they only seem to open during peak hours when people are going to or returning from work...). So I was waiting at the stairs for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt; to pick me up. It was really quiet. Not many cars were passing by as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this guy came on his bicycle with a torchlight in his hands. He got off, came towards me and started asking me something loudly. I was kinda freaked out naturally, I could hardly understand what he was saying. It sounded like Bahasa Malaysia but spoken by a Chinese person who couldn't speak it well. I just sorta like went &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;. He repeated himself loudly a few times and started gesturing wildly. He also started talking into his walkie-talkie and waving his torchlight around wildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm starting to panic a little...What if this psycho guy starts getting weird ideas? I was thinking of what could I defend myself with should he try something stupid...Hit him over the head with my PC Fair flyers...? I had quite a thick stack, but I don't think it would make much of a dent... :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, I heard a voice from behind me, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Apa &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; mau?"&lt;/span&gt;. I turned and saw this young Chinese guy standing protectively behind me. He must have gotten off the train at the same time I did and was waiting further away. He must have just only walked over to where I was standing because he wasn't there a moment ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PsychoGuy&lt;/span&gt; turns to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ChineseGuy&lt;/span&gt; and starts talking loudly to him. By now I could sorta understand what he was trying to say. He was asking where is the station security guard. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ChineseGuy&lt;/span&gt; answered &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Tak ada, tak ada"&lt;/span&gt; and some more words were exchanged between them, and &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;PsychoGuy&lt;/span&gt; talking into his walkie-talkie every few seconds. Then &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PsychoGuy&lt;/span&gt; said something like he was gonna find the security guard and scold him for leaving his post or something, then got on his bike and pedaled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda standing there blur blur, thinking to myself &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"What the hell just happened here"&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then I noticed &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ChineseGuy&lt;/span&gt; moving away. So I turned and gave him a small smile of thanks. He smiled back and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, his friend came and picked him up. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt; came not long after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this night will always be remembered as the night a total stranger had the chivalry and decency to come to my aid. &lt;em&gt;*hearts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I later found out that PsychoGuy was indeed psycho. Apparently, he likes to go around wearing a RELA vest, carrying a torchlight and walkie-talkie pretending he was a RELA member. But he's not. He's talking to no one when he's using his walkie-talkie. Poor fella....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6707840061970203110?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6707840061970203110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6707840061970203110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6707840061970203110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6707840061970203110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/chivalry-is-not-dead.html' title='Chivalry is not dead'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3084581500649285315</id><published>2008-11-18T22:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:14:44.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Miniature Schnauzer puppies in need of a good home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;By now the puppies are 18 days old. 3 boys, 1 girl. All of them have already opened their eyes and are starting to stand up and take their first steps already! &lt;em&gt;Gosh, I sound like a proud momma...! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their tails have been docked (i.e. shortened...don't worry, didn't hurt them a bit) and all four have already been registered with &lt;em&gt;Malaysian Kennel Association, &lt;/em&gt;which means that they are pure-bred. Ready to go to new homes at 9 weeks old. A bright and loyal breed who will be a great addition to loving homes. Great with children and sheds minimal hair (you hardly notice hair lying about). Does not require much exercise and thrives well as an indoor pet with freedom to roam the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how cute they are... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLpWt4516I/AAAAAAAAAP8/pEL3I6L1dxU/s1600-h/all4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270031090461562786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLpWt4516I/AAAAAAAAAP8/pEL3I6L1dxU/s320/all4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;All four of them before their tails were docked. L-R: Boy No.1, Girl (No.4), Boy No.3 (top right), and Boy No.2 (bottom right)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270018660558320034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLeDM5CMaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/K1mE2jK2NEA/s320/DSCN2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Boy No.1. He's a bit darker like his daddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLoTfwmGcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s4vJJfzh6Rk/s1600-h/no1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270029935617382850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLoTfwmGcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/s4vJJfzh6Rk/s320/no1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.1 sleeping with his tongue hanging out...hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLoTBdYX-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gqdby_3ru_M/s1600-h/no1(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270029927483727842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLoTBdYX-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gqdby_3ru_M/s320/no1(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;No.1 having a nice nap...whenever he's not feeding...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270018927442698642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLeSvHOoZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/29IzXrDpekc/s320/DSCN2487.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;No.2 after we changed his ribbon to a Ralph Lauren one...this is one classy puppy :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270018918161392754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLeSMiZJHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HKJhqcTHNCU/s320/DSCN2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;No.2's fur is light and brownish. Most probably will be a salt and pepper like his momma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270030276326366050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLonU_8m2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/mXg57nA_FKg/s320/no3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;No.3...my favourite...doesn't this picture just make you wanna melt...???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270029912524414882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLoSJuzX6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/I-QVzxaw2Oo/s320/DSCN2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;No.3's fur is also darker like his daddy's and his bottoms of his paws are slightly tinged with white fur, which I think is adorable...maybe that's why he's my favorite...hmmm.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270029914275079970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLoSQQMZyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8qXgah1GcUM/s320/DSCN2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;The girl (No.4). She took the longest to come out of momma. It almost looked like she was a gonner already...but luckily she pulled through and came out after 2 hours... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270029925439509986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLoS52AFeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pnpA-2odzjY/s320/DSCN2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;For a pup that had the most difficulty during birth, today she's the fattest one of the lot... O.o&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Her fur is lighter, most probably a light salt and pepper like her momma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLonGFX-uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SSklA3HRJkQ/s1600-h/no1n3.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270030272322599650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLonGFX-uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/SSklA3HRJkQ/s320/no1n3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;No.1 and No.3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all so adorable, and I wish I could keep them all...but I don't have the space, and I can't afford more doggies...&lt;em&gt;*sniff*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They will be sold for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM 1000&lt;/span&gt; each. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Puppies will only be sold to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;responsible pet owners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who will be able to provide a loving home for them and able to shower them with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lots of love and attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So if you are interested, let me know! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/18608685-3084581500649285315?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3084581500649285315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3084581500649285315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3084581500649285315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3084581500649285315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/miniature-schnauzer-puppies-in-need-of.html' title='Miniature Schnauzer puppies in need of a good home!'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SSLpWt4516I/AAAAAAAAAP8/pEL3I6L1dxU/s72-c/all4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8391766162646073769</id><published>2008-11-18T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:26:41.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>"It's not an option!"</title><content type='html'>You never insist anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8391766162646073769?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8391766162646073769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8391766162646073769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8391766162646073769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8391766162646073769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-option.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s not an option!&quot;'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7472848747384787915</id><published>2008-11-14T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:28:44.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>I'm FREEE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Final exams are over!!! Finally!!! I blardi better not fail Design Patterns...don't wanna see APIIT exam hall ever again! Stupid paper is 100% exam based some more...no assignment to help boost up my grades...&lt;em&gt;boo hoo!!!&lt;/em&gt; Came home feeling exhausted and crashed on the sofa. Woke up, didn't know what to do now that I didn't have to study anymore, so I went back to sleep....which explains why I'm still up at this hour... :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the puppies are here!!! They were born on the 1st of November, right when I was at the Nuffnang Halloween Party. &lt;em&gt;Dang it! Missed all the action.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt; was there to be the midwife. They are so adorable!!! 3 boys and a girl. Will post pictures and info bout them soon. Right now I need some&lt;em&gt; 'relax'&lt;/em&gt; time. *&lt;em&gt;plans what to do for the rest of the week*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go catch up on all the movies I've missed so far...*&lt;em&gt;reaches for the Hancock DVD that has been sitting on the bedside table for ages* (and don't ask me why it's right there on my bedside table... :s)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7472848747384787915?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7472848747384787915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7472848747384787915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7472848747384787915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7472848747384787915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-freee.html' title='I&apos;m FREEE!!!!!'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4129769303171493816</id><published>2008-10-27T21:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:45:40.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Puppies for sale!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, my damn FYP is finally finished and handed in! Lots of drama in the process and sleepless nights, but now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief...I guess the one sorta good thing that came out of it was I lost 2kgs in 5 days! Of course la, so stressed and tired until no appetite to eat...everyday just drink 1 cup of Milo for brekkie and eat like 2 tablespoons of rice for dinner, Kate Moss would be proud of me man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? I'm putting it all back on!!! It's like after handing the whole project to the admin lady and signing the form, my appetite miraculously came back! Went to McD's for dinner and wolfed down a double cheeseburger with lots of fries and coke... -_-'' And for the next few days, the catching up process was in full drive...catch up on sleep, catch up on TV, and most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teruk&lt;/span&gt;-ly, catch up on food...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wail!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, you must be wondering bout the title of this post rite? Sorry, got carried away...back to the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the title says, I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;puppies for sale&lt;/span&gt;!!! Pure-bred &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miniature Schnauzers&lt;/span&gt;! Not sure how many yet, coz they're not born yet...hehehe...due date is soon, should be one of these days, not more than a week more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently only have a few pictures of the proud parents, more to be uploaded soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXJ2GWO_-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/kNnZI048q6c/s1600-h/n750986283_290764_8450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXJ2GWO_-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/kNnZI048q6c/s320/n750986283_290764_8450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261833670906281954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXJ2cRCTWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zzMq3178-KU/s1600-h/n750986283_290765_5625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXJ2cRCTWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zzMq3178-KU/s320/n750986283_290765_5625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261833676790058338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BabyMomma aka Lilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXLbpP-egI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fFS2JM0e-dc/s1600-h/Lilo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXLbpP-egI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fFS2JM0e-dc/s320/Lilo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261835415442061826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BabyMomma as a puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXKkxHBoeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ciPAO-9afJE/s1600-h/18607122050458l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXKkxHBoeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ciPAO-9afJE/s320/18607122050458l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261834472659198434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BabyDaddy aka Milo as a puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will upload more pictures of the parents later or pictures of the puppies if they come sometime soon...they're going for RM1000 btw. The parents are all Malaysia Kennel Association (MKA) certified, pampered house pooches, vaccinated and very healthy. The puppies will be microchipped, vaccinated and come with MKA cert as well. Tail docking will be optional. More details will be provided when the puppies arrive. Till then, let me know if you are interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;only responsible and loving pet owners need apply&lt;/span&gt;. You must be willing and able to give lots of love and attention to your dog. I will not, I repeat, WILL NOT hand puppies over to people who I deem will be unfit owners!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-4129769303171493816?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4129769303171493816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=4129769303171493816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4129769303171493816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4129769303171493816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/10/puppies-for-sale.html' title='Puppies for sale!!!'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SQXJ2GWO_-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/kNnZI048q6c/s72-c/n750986283_290764_8450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3765106944853732975</id><published>2008-08-28T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:27:13.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Today, blocked...?</title><content type='html'>I read on &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/8/28/nation/22187596&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star online&lt;/a&gt; that the government has issued an order to block the website Malaysia Today, whose editor is the infamous Raja Petra Kamaruddin. So I decided to check it out if it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I could still access the site. Was wondering why...Did someone botch the job up? Was the plan put hold? Or was the order retracted completely? Then I read CincauAaron's &lt;a href="http://cincauhangus.com/geekology/internet/how-to-access-malaysia-today-website"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;...it was mostly geek talk but I got the gist of why I could still access Malaysia Today. Maybe it was due to the fact that I was on my college's wireless and not TMNet. Not really sure though...couldn't put the theory to the test coz I couldn't connect to Streamyx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't read Malaysia Today, but this whole blocking order thing is such a load of crap. Like, hello...they have a different opinion than you and therefore you want to censor it?Whatever happened to zero Internet consorship? Whatever happened to freedom of speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for the recent &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/8/3/nation/21986763&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Bar Council forum&lt;/a&gt; on the conversion to Islam. The forum was forced to end early because of the &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/8/9/nation/20080809093359&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;demonstrators&lt;/a&gt; outside the Bar Council building (which was a private premise by the way...). So that whole episode demonstrated the rule of the mob. As long as you rally enough people, you will get your way, even though how unlawful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, come on...It's not like the forum were condemning any religion or anything like that, but it was to discuss the plight of people who were caught in between when someone converts. This are relevant issues that should be discussed, not just swept under the carpet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I seriously don't know where this country is headed. I'm not pro-government nor pro-opposition, I think they both have their own issues to deal with...but I think the recent support for Pakatan Rakyat could be a good thing, because now Barisan Nasional is forced to get out of their comfort zone and start listening to the &lt;em&gt;rakyat; &lt;/em&gt;what the &lt;em&gt;rakyat &lt;/em&gt;wants and needs, not what BN wants and needs. Hopefully, things will start to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the next General Election, which way should I cast my vote? I'm still not sure...but I have around 4 more years to decide right? So political people/parties out there, you have that much or little (depends on how you look at it) time to prove yourself to me and the &lt;em&gt;rakyat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, a post about Malaysia Today turned out to be a rant-y post about Malaysian politics...Sorry, couldn't keep it bottled up anymore.&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/18608685-3765106944853732975?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3765106944853732975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3765106944853732975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3765106944853732975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3765106944853732975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/08/malaysia-today-blocked.html' title='Malaysia Today, blocked...?'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4968114533397610288</id><published>2008-08-17T23:59:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:06:59.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaiKai'/><title type='text'>Pesta Malam Indonesia 2 (Aftermath)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finding our way in was a nightmare. We actually went to the entrance at the cross junction leading to Pusat Sains Negara. There were so many cars parked along the road and the entrance was blocked off, so we were like "Crap, have to park at the side of the road ar?". And it was drizzling some more...So we went and found a parking spot right in front of Pusat Sains Negara. &lt;em&gt;Damn far man! &lt;/em&gt;And it started drizzling even more. We just sat in the car, staring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Let's go somewhere else first and come back later...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Let's go! &lt;em&gt;*starts engine*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were gonna leave the place, when I saw a sign saying 'VVIP/VIP/Guest entrance'. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;OooOooo!!!! &lt;/em&gt;Follow signboard, follow signboard!!!"&lt;/span&gt;. And guess where the sign led us to? The freaking entrance which was blocked off!!! &lt;em&gt;$!$&amp;amp;#!*!$&amp;amp;$#$&amp;amp;*$! Ahhh...the effectiveness of Malaysians and their signboards....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we stopped the car right in front of the entrance and were sitting there trying to figure things out. Then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; decided to go down and ask the people &lt;em&gt;jaga&lt;/em&gt;-ing the main entrance to show us where to go. &lt;em&gt;Oooo, a man who asks for directions...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When he came back, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I know where to go!!!"&lt;/span&gt; he declared triumphantly. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turns out there is another entrance beside Royal Selangor Golf Club. And we finally made it in and found a place to park &lt;em&gt;(no thanks to even more confusing and misleading and sometimes nonexistent signboards....tulan...). &lt;/em&gt;It finally stopped raining by the time we got down from the car. &lt;em&gt;Thank god!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to check out the VIP tent first which was right behind the concert stage. &lt;em&gt;Whoa! &lt;/em&gt;The tent was air-conditioned! And they had food and drinks! And a bar in the middle! It felt just like being in a club! You could even watch the whole concert on the TVs that they placed around the area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236261655926145426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SKrwO7B6AZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tviFz0iMzrU/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Outside the VIP tent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kinda cold after a while coz I was only in shorts and a sleeveless tee, so we decided to go outside to watch the concert. We got there towards the end of Samsons' set. Dewi Dewi performed earlier in the day. The crowd turnout was quite good, very enthusiastic. Some were even sitting on the grass at the back, having mini picnics. We stood at the back too, and the view was quite good! At least I didn't smell any smelly, sweaty armpits. Managed to listen for a while before Samsons left the stage...Walked around and finally decided to go back into the VIP tent. And there was Samsons having a meet-the-fans session. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; was happily snapping away with his big-assed camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236877876654605762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0grsIZhcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PfBE9in6-7M/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Samsons' at their meet-the-fans session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236261648291041058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SKrwOeljjyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2cOGfiS47E0/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samsons with some fans. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to come on stage was Sheila On 7. They were really great! Very energetic and they had a good rapport with the audience. I didn't know most of their songs but I really enjoyed it nevertheless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236844264344285586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0CHMhIcZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Y5bJsc7wce8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akhdiyat leading the sing-a-long. He's giving the audience his approval!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236847631749877794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0FLNFMECI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ztdcLPA5HR8/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236844252358383410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0CGf3eFzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BruRsypvzOc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed some weird people in the audience doing strange stuff. Some of them who were at the front were like, climbing all over each other and waving banners and T-shirts, and then they were falling over each other.... -_-'' &lt;em&gt;erm, maybe all concerts in Indonesia are like that...??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236844254045554322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0CGmJuRpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OgHEQMSRf9g/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236844244233415026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0CGBmU6XI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EJxzMwfn2nU/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Building higher and higher.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236844259051399634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0CG4zNadI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UydHIbzmBrM/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheila On 7 laughing at the &lt;/em&gt;jakun&lt;em&gt; people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Like Samsons, Sheila On 7 also had a meet-the-fans session after their set. I even took a picture with Sheila On 7's lead singer, Akhdiyat. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/em&gt;I so smart, there were so many people pushing and shoving to get a picture with him, but I just waited for him at the exit where there was no one around! &lt;em&gt;Wakakaka!!! Suckers!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236876780730834322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0fr5fz3ZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AL7PZoj33kY/s320/HH5A3113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next up after Sheila On 7 was Ungu. This time I &lt;em&gt;lagi &lt;/em&gt;didn't know their songs but I still had a great time. They had a few technical errors early on into their set, so Ungu had to take a break while the technicians were fixing the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236847636643247266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0FLfT29KI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FpQLhmevdXw/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even their background is 'ungu'...hehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236872984958290082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0cO9JHSKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nc6hgiETzLA/s320/HH5A3115+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pasha. Cute...But on the short side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While waiting for Ungu to come back on stage, we decided to go back into the tent and grab something to eat because it was dinner time already. And guess what??? I was seating like, less than 2 metres away from Ariel, Peterpan's lead singer!!! Woohoo!!! So there I was contemplating whether I should go and ask to take a picture with them, then I decided not to coz they were gonna have a meet-the-fans session anyway, and I can take a picture with them then. Or so I thought..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So we were actually waiting for Peterpan to come on stage, which they did, at like around 9.30 p.m. I think everyone else there were also waiting for them, coz when they came on the people started crowding around the stage. My vantage point from the back even started getting crowded. Everyone were really into Peterpan's songs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236861197765776018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0Rg2bbEpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vmOXvX7-inM/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ariel! He's so cute!!! *swoon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236858166644275570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0OwanveXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nDa_QHJ0PEs/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236847640023134242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0FLr5r8CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MM9QpaMR764/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With shirt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236847642450901410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0FL08guaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/J48FLirGof4/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without shirt!!! WoooHoooooo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point people started running towards the back...towards ME!!! So I also started backing up, preparing to run like mad...Then everyone started calming down. Turns out it was this big group of people dressed in black who were running around causing all the commotion. This put everyone on edge from then on. There was even once when a fight broke out and even the police came. A chase even ensued between the police and one of the back shirt guys, and they ran right in front of us!!! Scary! People were even more on edge after that. But everyone was still enjoying the show, so it was all good. They sang their popular song '&lt;em&gt;Mungkin Nanti'&lt;/em&gt; and right after that, they left the stage at around 10.10 p.m. They performed for less than 45 minutes man! :( Wanted more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...you know how I thought that I could take pictures with Peterpan after their set? Didn't happen! They &lt;em&gt;cabut-&lt;/em&gt;ed straight after leaving the stage! &lt;em&gt;Damn tak puas man!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I. Is. So. Sad!!! &lt;/em&gt;Felt so cheated as I watched their van drive off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left soon after that also. We just couldn't stay for Slank's set coz it was getting really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236847635301406386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0FLaT8FrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7bWe_5uFGHc/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; managed to get a picture of Slank in the VIP tent though...So at least we could say that we saw them... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, I really, really enjoyed the concert. I surprised even myself. I enjoyed it more than the Blue or Good Charlotte concerts that I went to! At least this time I had a good view from the back where there are not so many people, and don't have to sniff any smelly armpits, or get my feet stomped into the ground. &lt;em&gt;Aaahhhh....bliss....&lt;/em&gt;Sure, there were a fight or two. Or three. Or more like four....but hey, what is a rock concert without fights right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236876034847108418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SK0fAe3RbUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aRMA8oG84fE/s320/HH5A3077+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even managed to get a decent pic of myself...YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;*All photos courtesy of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&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/18608685-4968114533397610288?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SKrwO7B6AZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tviFz0iMzrU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7888665639015168680</id><published>2008-08-16T03:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:04:10.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...I'm not sure...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't ask questions because I'm not sure if I really wanna know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look away because I'm not sure if I wanna see what's in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I keep quiet because I'm not sure if I'm not gonna say the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I worry about what you think of me because I'm not sure what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hurt quietly because I'm not sure if you are not unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have big dreams but I'm not sure if they'll ever come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think only of tomorrow because I'm not sure if there'll be a next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to take the leap but I'm not sure what's waiting for me below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look back at my life and I'm not sure what major things have I accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year will be passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to another future year of more "Sometimes...I'm not sure..."s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7888665639015168680?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8996819325102152124</id><published>2008-08-15T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:08:05.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaiKai'/><title type='text'>Disney's High School Musical: The Ice Tour (Aftermath)</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the show. Went with&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; SissyDear&lt;/span&gt;. Wish there were better signs directing us to the area. We parked all the way at &lt;em&gt;Kompleks Sukan Negara&lt;/em&gt; instead of at &lt;em&gt;Stadium Putra&lt;/em&gt; itself. Well, we saw a lot of people going there so we follow la...like they say, monkey see, monkey do...Walked like freaking far to the entrance of the stadium. The show was supposed to start at 8.30 p.m. and we missed about the first 15 minutes of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a fan of Disney's High School Musical, musicals in general, figure skating, or dancing, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you catch this show! But if you do not fit in those categories, then I would suggest that you don't bother. You'll probably be bored out of your mind, in the case of Exhibit A: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SissyDear "Can we go home yet??? &lt;em&gt;*looks at watch*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the show immensely. I didn't really watch the movies, don't really know the songs, but all in all, I felt that it was great! The dancing and skating were really good, and the songs really catchy. I was taking pictures like crazy until &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"How many pics you wanna take???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: *sheepishly hide camera*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(and that's why you won't see any pictures from Act 2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is actually split into 2 parts; the first part is from High School Musical 1 and the second part is from High School Musical 2, with a 10 or 15 minute intermission in between. And they have this huge screen in the background which shows pictures and stuff according to what is happening on the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turnout of the crowd was surprisingly good. I would say about 3/4 of the seats were filled, mostly by kids and their parents I might add. They practically knew all the songs and were singing and clapping along to them. I would suggest that you learn some of the more popular songs from the movies before going to the show, because it's seriously very catchy. I wanted to sing along with some of them, but I didn't know the lyrics. &lt;em&gt;Damn! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stunts that those skaters could do on the ice! They can even play basketball on ice, no kidding! Like, &lt;em&gt;WOW!!! &lt;/em&gt;I can't even move on ice without holding on to someone/something. No, wait, I probably could, but I just wouldn't know how to stop, unless I hit a wall or fall down that is. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I thought Act 1 was good, Act 2 was even better. There were mini fireworks going on and showers of sparks peppered throughout the show. There was even a part where Kelsi, one of the characters, started interacting with the audience, asking them what she should name her new song, which the kids eagerly shouted out the name &lt;em&gt;(it was 'You Are The Music In Me' by the way...). &lt;/em&gt;Things heated up even further when Troy's shirt was torn off in the middle of the ice rink during his 'makeover' and the audience started clapping and catcalling and whistling. &lt;em&gt;Oooo....&lt;/em&gt;And there was even a kissing scene between Troy and Gabriella. I was half expecting the &lt;em&gt;Malaysian Censorship Board&lt;/em&gt; to jump out and scream &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;"CENSORED!!! KENOT WATCH!!!"&lt;/span&gt; O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended around 10.15 p.m. liddat. Didn't really know exactly what time it ended coz I had to pee really really badly -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Many, many thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Will post up some pics soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8996819325102152124?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8996819325102152124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8996819325102152124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8996819325102152124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8996819325102152124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/08/disneys-high-school-musical-ice-tour_15.html' title='Disney&apos;s High School Musical: The Ice Tour (Aftermath)'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7005116913230814494</id><published>2008-08-14T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:07:27.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaiKai'/><title type='text'>Disney's High School Musical: The Ice Tour</title><content type='html'>More free tickets!!! &lt;em&gt;Yippie!!! &lt;/em&gt;This time the tickets were supposed to go to&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; BigSissy&lt;/span&gt;, but she'll be in Singapore tomorrow night, which is coincidently the time of the show. So now I'll be going instead! &lt;em&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/em&gt;not like I'm a big fan of Disney's movies High School Musical 1 and 2, but hey, since I have free tickets, might as well have a look see right? &lt;em&gt;Woots!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit their official &lt;a href="http://www.disneyonice-asia.com/highschoolmusicaltheicetour/SG_MY_PH/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7005116913230814494?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7005116913230814494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7005116913230814494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7005116913230814494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7005116913230814494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/08/disneys-high-school-musical-ice-tour.html' title='Disney&apos;s High School Musical: The Ice Tour'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3444186258607507386</id><published>2008-08-13T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:07:50.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaiKai'/><title type='text'>Pesta Malam Indonesia 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 16th August 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 10.00 a.m to midnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ticket Price: RM53 from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ticketpro.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ticketpro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given VIP tickets to this Indonesian concert event. People were surprised when I told them that I was going, but hey, Peterpan and Sheila On 7 (my favourite big acts from the Indonesian music scene) will be there, so how can I miss it right? Other big Indonesian acts like Samsons, Ungu, Dewi Dewi and Slank will also be headlining. Malaysia's own Hujan and Meet Uncle Hussain will also be there as the opening acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event starts at 10 a.m. with some activities and games going on. The actual concert will only start at 3 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;em&gt;Pesta Malam Indonesia's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pestamalam.com.my/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for more info. See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3444186258607507386?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3444186258607507386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3444186258607507386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3444186258607507386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3444186258607507386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/08/pesta-malam-indonesia-2.html' title='Pesta Malam Indonesia 2'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3907461961778962701</id><published>2008-08-03T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:18:45.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SaveTheEarth'/><title type='text'>Haze is back</title><content type='html'>Last night in bed, I was wondering why I was smelling something burning. It was 3am in the morning so people couldn't be burning rubbish at this time right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I read the papers today. Turns out that the haze is back because of Sumatra...&lt;em&gt;stop clearing your farms by burning it la, diu! &lt;/em&gt;Doesn't help that the peat forest in Dengkil has been burning for the past 2 days either. And Port Klang has an unhealthy API reading of 104 (unhealthy = 101 to 200).....no wonder I can smell smoke here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community service reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stop open burning now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3907461961778962701?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3907461961778962701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3907461961778962701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3907461961778962701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3907461961778962701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/08/haze-is-back.html' title='Haze is back'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7300460602000283690</id><published>2008-08-02T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:58:52.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugs'/><title type='text'>Late Night Encounter</title><content type='html'>In Klang now. Camping in front of the TV with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PinkLappie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MiloDog&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;LiloFatty&lt;/span&gt; just found something interesting to play with and are chasing it around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it's LittleSiuKeong's cousin...*&lt;em&gt;shrieks* *picks up phone and prepares to speed dial &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, wait...he's sleeping already....Arghhh!!!&lt;/span&gt; *runs to look for Shieldtox*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rummage rummage*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where on earth does &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt; keep the damn Shieldtox???!!!&lt;/span&gt; *dig dig dig*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the damn spray. There were triplets actually. And unopened. &lt;em&gt;*tears plastic off*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to find the little bugger. Turns out he disappeared into the curtains. No way am I gonna go looking for it...&lt;em&gt;Uh-uh! *shakes head*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm camping in front of the TV with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PinkLappie&lt;/span&gt;. With the can of Shieldtox sitting quietly on my lap. My eyes are constantly being drawn back to the curtains, seeking out any signs of bug life. &lt;em&gt;OoooOooo!!!! &lt;/em&gt;There it is!!! &lt;em&gt;*charge forward with Shieldtox*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*press Shieldtox nozzle thingy*..........*it refuses to be pressed down*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*press press*..........*still not cooperating*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Argh! Still virgin!&lt;/span&gt; *press harder* *cracking sound*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*death fumes fill the house* &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha...take that! Ooo, I feel so Godlike...!!!&lt;/span&gt; *laughs evilly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7300460602000283690?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7300460602000283690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7300460602000283690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7300460602000283690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7300460602000283690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/08/late-night-encounter.html' title='Late Night Encounter'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8375311455617735553</id><published>2008-07-31T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:23:25.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheParents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Killer Vegetable</title><content type='html'>Went out for dinner with &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TheParents&lt;/span&gt; again. It wasn't so bad this time, maybe because &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt;'s whole family loves bitter gourd. I don't. In fact, it's probably safe to say that I almost hate it. Usually I don't mind bitter stuff like super black and concentrated coffee, or even those Chinese medicine thingy that Mumi makes me drink whenever I am sick. But the bitter gourd has this kind of bitterness to it that tastes really bad and weird. &lt;em&gt;Yucks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the small little wrinkly vegetables arrived on the table, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TheParents&lt;/span&gt; encouraged me to have one, and my heart dropped. I don't wanna put that thing in my mouth, but how could I refuse them??? Luckily &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; came to the rescue and told them that I didn't eat bitter gourd&lt;em&gt;. Phew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TheParents&lt;/span&gt; refused to give up, and asked me to try one. And by one I mean the whole baby bitter gourd (which is more bitter than the normal one), not just like, one spoonful. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; came to the rescue again, and said that we'll share one. He took one baby bitter gourd and cut it into 4 pieces. He looked up at my face, and then proceeded to cut 1 piece further into half. So now that small piece more or less come up to a spoonful...a TABLEspoonful, not TEAspoonful &lt;em&gt;*sobs*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that spoon was hovering in front of my face. Couldn't bring myself to take it the last few centimetres to my mouth. *&lt;em&gt;sniff sniff* &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Omg, it smells so not good!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Looked up and saw everyone looking at me expectantly. Gave a little smile (more like a grimace actually), took a breath and put the damn spoon in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first chew didn't seem so bad. Then came more chews. And I was reaching for the rice, and my drink....anything to get the taste off my tongue!!! &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TheParents&lt;/span&gt; were looking at me and asked how was it. Dilemna-ing now. To tell the truth or to lie? To say "It was good!" or "It sucked! I hated it! &lt;em&gt;*ptui ptui!*&lt;/em&gt;"? In the end, I settled on somewhere in between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*smile and shovel more rice into my mouth*&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home in one piece. Looks like the little green bitter vegetable didn't do much damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleurgh! &lt;/em&gt;Can still taste the bitter gourd in my mouth now. *&lt;em&gt;rubs tongue with chocolate*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8375311455617735553?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8375311455617735553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8375311455617735553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8375311455617735553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8375311455617735553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/killer-vegetable.html' title='The Killer Vegetable'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7210334620358306682</id><published>2008-07-29T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:07:30.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FastFood'/><title type='text'>Hanging Out at McD's</title><content type='html'>This is probably the first time I hung out at McD's till so early in the morning...was there for like nearly 4 hours leh...time flies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank god for 24-hour McD's!!! &lt;em&gt;*heart*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7210334620358306682?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7210334620358306682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7210334620358306682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7210334620358306682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7210334620358306682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/hanging-out-at-mcds.html' title='Hanging Out at McD&apos;s'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-837947758449500388</id><published>2008-07-28T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:07:26.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My Bed Broke</title><content type='html'>It just collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-837947758449500388?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/837947758449500388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=837947758449500388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/837947758449500388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/837947758449500388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-bed-broke.html' title='My Bed Broke'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6035614590716568098</id><published>2008-07-25T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:04:13.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Meet The Parents</title><content type='html'>BabyLern asked me to join him and his parents for dinner last night. My first reaction was most probably like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cp/icons/0002007D.swf" width="188" height="134" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...he suddenly sprang this on me when I least expected it, even told his parents that I'm coming along already. &lt;em&gt;Crap&lt;/em&gt;, was freaking out, wondering if I was dressed appropriately, or if I looked ok...&lt;em&gt;after all, first impressions DO matter...&lt;/em&gt;I was seriously panicking there, so much that BabyLern said that I didn't have to go if I didn't want to. But hey, I have to get it over and done with sooner or later right? They were already expecting me anyway...So what the heck...&lt;em&gt;just let me hyperventilate a bit more, then I'm ready...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://content.sweetim.com/sim/cp/icons/00020079.swf" width="188" height="134" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out ok I guess...We went to Manhattan Fish Market. BabyLern and I ordered the &lt;em&gt;Premium Fish Catch Whole Fish Platter&lt;/em&gt; from their&lt;em&gt; 'Strictly For Sharing'&lt;/em&gt; menu...They seriously gave a whole fried fish. &lt;em&gt;Yucks&lt;/em&gt;, I hate eating stuff with the bones still attached, probably coz I'm too lazy to take the time to remove them...would recommend the &lt;em&gt;Manhattan Seafood Platter For Two&lt;/em&gt; instead, or if you like their fried mushrooms (which are really good) try the &lt;em&gt;Fishermen's Giant Fried Platter&lt;/em&gt;, I think it comes with more servings of prawns also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking BabyLern if his parents said anything bout me after the dinner...&lt;em&gt;Gosh, &lt;/em&gt;it's like sitting for exams liddat...No wait, I think exams are less stressful... O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6035614590716568098?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6035614590716568098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6035614590716568098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6035614590716568098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6035614590716568098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-parents.html' title='Meet The Parents'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8812273654525597232</id><published>2008-07-23T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:43:34.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaiKai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Hunt For Red Meat</title><content type='html'>Was seriously craving for beef this whole week. A big, fat, juicy piece of steak, medium rare and oozing pink juices as you cut into the tender meat....*&lt;em&gt;drools* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go dating &lt;em&gt;*hugs* &lt;/em&gt;and we ended up at Sunway Pyramid. We practically walked all over Pyramid in my quest for the best and cheapest place that offered beef...&lt;em&gt;thank god I have a boyfriend who is so accomodating...&lt;/em&gt;The most obvious choice would of course be Tony Roma's, but for Rm50+ a pop, I don't think so...So went to the directory to search for restaurants which sound like they serve big juicy beef. &lt;em&gt;Haih, &lt;/em&gt;to cut a very long story short &lt;em&gt;(we WERE walking for more than 1 hour just looking for beef u know...ONLY BEEF...wasn't looking at other stuff :s) &lt;/em&gt;there are no restaurants in Pyramid offering nice big juicy beef for less than RM30....so we went for plan B, dinner at TGI Friday's (&lt;em&gt;it was a Friday after all...hehehe...). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the &lt;em&gt;Jack Daniel's Sirloin&lt;/em&gt; which was kinda a disappointment coz it only came with mash potatoes and almost 1/3 of the steak was fat..&lt;em&gt;yucks...! Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;and it cost me RM39.90, not including taxes...Hey wait, correction, it cost &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; RM39.90, not including taxes...&lt;em&gt;Thanks so much, love you baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? My cravings are still not completely satisfied. *&lt;em&gt;sniff* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me still want big fat juicy beef steak!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8812273654525597232?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8812273654525597232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8812273654525597232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8812273654525597232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8812273654525597232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/hunt-for-red-meat.html' title='The Hunt For Red Meat'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-118926507485653574</id><published>2008-07-22T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:27:32.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugs'/><title type='text'>Little Siu Keong</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yay!!! &lt;/em&gt;I now have a '&lt;em&gt;siu keong' &lt;/em&gt;exterminator! &lt;em&gt;*hearts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; said he was more freaked out over my reaction to Little Siu Keong than to, well, Little Siu Keong&lt;em&gt;. Heeheehee....&lt;/em&gt;Well, what to do...I have this major phobia about cockroaches. Freaks me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even uses Shieldtox differently. From my perch high up on the dining table, I would have just used the Shieldtox to spray the little bugger to death and fog my whole house up with death fumes, but BabyLern used it as a death bat...*&lt;em&gt;whack whack*....&lt;/em&gt;Well, either way, it worked! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm, I wonder if my exterminator works 24/7....? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ring ring*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Baby! 'Siu keong' in my toilet! Help!!! Come over now!!! I need to pee badly!!! *wails*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Let's all have a moment of silence for Little Siu Keong.....*&lt;em&gt;silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-118926507485653574?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/118926507485653574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=118926507485653574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/118926507485653574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/118926507485653574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-siu-keong.html' title='Little Siu Keong'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2775191774620226638</id><published>2008-07-20T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:21:22.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Parents Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; finally told his Dad bout us yesterday, or more like his Dad asked if he was seeing anyone. Either way, now his Dad knows &lt;em&gt;(which means his Mum will know too, I guess...?). &lt;/em&gt;So today I decided to tell &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt; as well. Did it over breakfast. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dadi &lt;/span&gt;wasn't there though. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mumi &lt;/span&gt;didn't really show much reaction, just asked who it was. And she still remembered &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; from when he came over the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on at home, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SissyDear &lt;/span&gt;and I were sitting in the living room, and I told her that I had already told &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt; bout the boyfriend thingy. And for some reason she shouted &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Mi! Stephanie has got a boyfriend already!"&lt;/span&gt; -_-'' That time &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt; was in the kitchen. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dadi&lt;/span&gt; was there with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt; also, so I guess he heard. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt; just said &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Ya, I know. He came over the other day. Nice boy."&lt;/span&gt; So I guess &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BabyLern&lt;/span&gt; just got &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt;'s approval...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dadi&lt;/span&gt; didn't say anything. That's coz he's, well, he's just &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dadi&lt;/span&gt;....he doesn't say much, especially when it comes to his daughters' love lives. I guess it's just coz he's the only guy in the family. But I think he's gonna ask &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt; a million questions later. &lt;em&gt;Hehehe&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dadi&lt;/span&gt; is so cute sometimes!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;*&lt;em&gt;heart*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2775191774620226638?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2775191774620226638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2775191774620226638' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2775191774620226638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2775191774620226638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/parents-know.html' title='The Parents Know'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-682652218560116738</id><published>2008-07-18T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:32:03.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>PinkLappie Overloaded</title><content type='html'>Yesterday PinkLappie blue screened on me...BabyLern said that it was because our MSN conversation was getting too sexy for it already, so it crashed...Hahaha...*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-682652218560116738?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/682652218560116738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=682652218560116738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/682652218560116738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/682652218560116738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/pinklappie-overloaded.html' title='PinkLappie Overloaded'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2953574650842536666</id><published>2008-07-17T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:50:26.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Frustrations...</title><content type='html'>Gym is good. Very good. In fact, damn good! And I'm not talking bout good for health here, people...rather, I'm talking bout how good it is for releasing pent-up frustrations. Seriously, if you're feeling particularly frustrated, just go to the gym and work that stationary bike to the ground! Or just pound it out on the freaking treadmill! Heck, come to think of it, you don't even need a gym...just go for a run around your neighbourhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh...&lt;/em&gt;seriously, I had so much energy when I hit the gym today...all those pent-up energy needed an outlet. Could have gone a few more kilometres on the bike, but was running short on time...&lt;em&gt;Damn!&lt;/em&gt; But at least got to release &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;of the frustrations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARGH!!! OMG, can feel it all building up again!!! NOOOOoooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *pounds head against wall*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2953574650842536666?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2953574650842536666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2953574650842536666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2953574650842536666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2953574650842536666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8749950664128206023</id><published>2008-07-15T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:49:59.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Squirrel From Hell</title><content type='html'>This is actually plagarised from &lt;a href="http://printf.wordpress.com/2008/07/05/squirrel-from-hell/"&gt;WilliamS&lt;/a&gt;'s bloggie. Read this sometime back.....Seriously, it was damn hilarious! I was laughing till my tummy ached! I dare you not to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighbourhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect … I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighbourhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it - it was that close. I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” The leap was nothing short of spectacular … as he shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This furry little tornado was doing some damage! Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing… I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH! Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in … well … I just plain screamed. Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn-t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle … my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on The Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment) so her front end started to drop. Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel’s tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the upper hand … I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked … sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of … so to speak. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly, a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car. I heard screams. They weren’t mine… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. Except for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody’s front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver’s seat was standing in the street and was aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car. So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was one thing. The other? Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me, shooting me the finger … That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car … but it was all his. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took a deep breath, turned on my turn signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighbourhood. I decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And some band-aids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8749950664128206023?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8749950664128206023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8749950664128206023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8749950664128206023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8749950664128206023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/squirrel-from-hell.html' title='Squirrel From Hell'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6619023817185286050</id><published>2008-07-07T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:19:01.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyLupus'/><title type='text'>Pain in the...leg</title><content type='html'>I'm damn forgetful sometimes....no wait, MOST of the time. I could probably forget bout my kids and leave them somewhere &lt;em&gt;(if I had any...)....Hmmm, that statement sounds familiar....&lt;/em&gt;So the other day after seeing the doctor for my mandatory medical checkup, guess what I forgot to do? I forgot to make a damn bloody appointment for the next time. I only realised it like, nearly 2 months later when it was almost nearing the time for my supposed appointment. I could only remember that it was scheduled for 2 months after my last appointment but I couldn't seem to remember the date. Went to check my appointment card, and lo and behold, no wonder I couldn't remember the appointment date...coz I didn't make an appointment to begin with!!! &lt;em&gt;DUH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me starting to panic already. My medicine was almost finishing and I didn't have an appointment to see the doctor to renew my prescription. &lt;em&gt;Die la....&lt;/em&gt;So rushed to the hospital as soon as I found the opportunity (&lt;em&gt;no use calling them, they won't pick up... :s) &lt;/em&gt;The appointment lady gave me a date in August. &lt;em&gt;Okie!!!&lt;/em&gt; Was walking away when it suddenly hit me...&lt;em&gt;Eh, bimbo! Your meds kenot last dat long la!!! Oh, crap....&lt;/em&gt;So walked back to the lady and explained the situation to her, and she gave me a date for the 2nd week of July, 2 weeks after my supposed appointment date. &lt;em&gt;Shit, this means that I'll have to ration my meds...how the hell to do that la..???? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did some thinking and calculating, and came up with a system. &lt;em&gt;I'll just ration the Hydroxychloroquine and only take them on the days when I don't have to take Prednisolone!!! That'll even things out! &lt;/em&gt;But turns out that it doesn't really work. Hydroxychloroquine ran out 4 days ago and I think I'm starting to feel the effects already. My head-splitting-headaches are back, and yesterday my right leg has started aching at the knee joint, and now it seems to be radiating to my ankle joint (&lt;em&gt;signs that I'm relapsing) OMG, Wednesday come sooner!!! I need meds!!! I'm a junkie!!! *prays fervently*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Owww!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6619023817185286050?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6619023817185286050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6619023817185286050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6619023817185286050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6619023817185286050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/pain-in-theleg.html' title='Pain in the...leg'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4377330886259097179</id><published>2008-07-06T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:35:35.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><title type='text'>Sweet Day...</title><content type='html'>Finally went to Ikea after longing to for a very long time. Bought some stuff and put them in the car coz still wanna walk around The Curve...and that's when my day turned sweeter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*happy sigh*&lt;/em&gt; Well, some of my friends have always asked the question &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Why are you still single???"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"When are you gonna get a bf?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The answer has always been &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"When I am good and ready to get a bf, I will get a bf!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I just haven't found the right person who makes me wanna get into that relationship mumbo jumbo yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I made a promise to a couple of friends &lt;em&gt;(don't know if they still remember it though...it was said just in passing...)&lt;/em&gt; and now I'm keeping that promise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Found Him!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*giggles*&lt;/em&gt; Yup, it became official today. Well sort of la...we had a sorta failed take off a couple of days ago...But then, it's all good. Turns out it's a good date too, easy to remember...&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;06/07/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My irritability threshold was significantly higher today, couldn't seem to get mad even when people stepped on my shoes &lt;em&gt;(I really don't like that coz my shoes are already gonna come apart at the slightest pressure :s)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ahhh&lt;/em&gt;...I still get butterflies in my tummy whenever I think back on today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't stop smiling!!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-4377330886259097179?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4377330886259097179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=4377330886259097179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4377330886259097179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4377330886259097179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-day.html' title='Sweet Day...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2668164015223178797</id><published>2008-07-05T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:04:12.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Me Is Bad Daughter...</title><content type='html'>Was surfing in the living room as usual. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DadDi &lt;/span&gt;walked past and saw my Hershey's Kissables, which I just got yesterday, next to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PinkLappie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DadDi: "What's that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: "What's what?" &lt;em&gt;*looks around*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"That..."&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;*&lt;em&gt;points to the silver pack of chocs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Oh, that....they're chocolates." &lt;em&gt;(oh crap, shouldn't have said that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*smiles and holds out his hand*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(SEE!!! Told you so!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Erm, kenot!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Why not???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Erm...coz....coz they're mine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"......" &lt;em&gt;*goes upstairs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry la &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....but I also &lt;em&gt;keberatan &lt;/em&gt;wanna eat them myself! &lt;em&gt;I buy you your own chocolates ok???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, my Kissables have an expiry date...if &lt;em&gt;tak makan, &lt;/em&gt;a bit wasted rite? &lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;maybe I should eat one whenever I'm lonely, medicine for the lonely heart....&lt;em&gt;means that I should have finished the whole pack by now... -_-''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2668164015223178797?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2668164015223178797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2668164015223178797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2668164015223178797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2668164015223178797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/mine.html' title='Me Is Bad Daughter...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1663783547241527335</id><published>2008-07-04T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:11:25.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WhatWasIThinking'/><title type='text'>Wrong Time, Wrong Place</title><content type='html'>It was so unexpected, maybe I shouldn't have started it then and there. It was just me, nudging too much. &lt;em&gt;My bad. &lt;/em&gt;But seriously, I didn't imagine it happening right then and there. When I heard the statement, I was like thinking 'WHAT??!!! NOO!!! Not here!!!'. &lt;em&gt;Hahaha...damn I'm so fussy sometimes.&lt;/em&gt; Feel kinda bad now though. Maybe my reaction was a tad too over-the-top. Should have handled it better, maybe a little more sensitively...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I'm so sorry! I realise that it took a lot of effort on your part....I just wasn't thinking! *blush*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1663783547241527335?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1663783547241527335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1663783547241527335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1663783547241527335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1663783547241527335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/wrong-time-wrong-place.html' title='Wrong Time, Wrong Place'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-4052796921412485333</id><published>2008-07-04T18:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:41:07.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commercials'/><title type='text'>Celcom Commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Last month, someone I know couldn't make it for a Celcom commercial shoot coz it starts at night; sometimes these commercial shoots can drag on for 12 hours and she was worried bout that. So she asked me to replace her. The pay was RM100, so why not right? But I was inwardly praying that the shoot won't take long coz I had to work the next morning...&lt;em&gt;I damn hero rite? -_-'' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The shoot was supposed to take place at 9.30pm in Cineleisure Damansara. Arrived there on the dot, but as usual, nothing started yet...Met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AaronH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;JohnJohn&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt; there also...So hung around with them at McDs. I actually brought my big assed reference book with me coz I had an assignment to submit in 3 days, and I haven't started a thing! &lt;em&gt;Really, really hero....*double swt*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The shoot finally started at around 11.30pm or 12am. Was so tired, coz I had been working the whole day. Luckily all they required me to do was sit in the cinema and pretend to watch a movie while eating popcorn. Managed to sleep a while while they were setting up some stuff in between also. And guess what? It ended half an hour later! &lt;em&gt;Damn fast rite???!!! Woot!!! &lt;/em&gt;I was paid on the spot. So basically I went to Cineleisure just to collect RM100...&lt;em&gt;hehehe....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Left Cineleisure and drove like a mad woman back home. I was so sleepy, all I wanted to do was go home and crash &lt;em&gt;(eh, that sounded wrong....not my car la...crash on the bed...) &lt;/em&gt;So that's why:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cineleisure -&gt; Puchong Dalam Dalam = +- 20 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Keng' leh.....!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOooo!!! &lt;/em&gt;And here's my commercial which I found recently. It's already airing on TV!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2iOTTvL1nrg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2iOTTvL1nrg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I'm the one sitting behind the main character with the 'fro in the cinema....When he moves his head towards the monkey for a kiss you can see me, the girl who's looking kinda bored...&lt;em&gt;Eh, I was sleepy ok!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-4052796921412485333?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4052796921412485333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=4052796921412485333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4052796921412485333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/4052796921412485333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/celcom-commercial.html' title='Celcom Commercial'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3418884904199893413</id><published>2008-07-03T23:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:43:46.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Pets"R"Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Found these pics in my mailbox. Couldn't resist adding captions to them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218806250519749282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SGzsomnRYqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W9Frzq_rNhA/s320/catfrog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cat-dentity Crisis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SGztIOOCpCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xkY0DWj5bIY/s1600-h/assasin.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218806793727288354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SGztIOOCpCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xkY0DWj5bIY/s320/assasin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Assassin, Interrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218810956423959122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SGzw6heRElI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LKyLWQqWH_Y/s320/superdog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;SuperWoof to the rescue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218809493775958162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SGzvlYrzwJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J3lmwmt5Pa8/s320/scared+dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I. Is. Scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218809837304274914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SGzv5YbV3-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xB0E2AQ0zXw/s320/hallelujah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;/em&gt; I see the catnip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218810123253375954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SGzwKBq649I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAPkz5nhn_Y/s320/dogacino.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mc-Dogaccino. On sale for a limited time only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3418884904199893413?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3418884904199893413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3418884904199893413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3418884904199893413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3418884904199893413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/petsrus.html' title='Pets&quot;R&quot;Us'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SGzsomnRYqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W9Frzq_rNhA/s72-c/catfrog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-2112216048072419022</id><published>2008-07-02T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:19:26.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaiKai'/><title type='text'>Steamboat buffet!!!</title><content type='html'>Been craving for &lt;em&gt;tom yam &lt;/em&gt;sup for quite some time. And what better place to satisfy my craving than at a steamboat buffet where you can get unlimited supply! The only place I know which has a buffet spread at affordable prices is at Yuen Restaurant (&lt;em&gt;at least I think that's the name...)&lt;/em&gt; in Sunway. So been bugging &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SorryWrongNumber&lt;/span&gt; bout it for quite some time already. Was supposed to go with the 3 guys after the last exam paper on Friday, but I had a last minute sisters-&lt;em&gt;berbonding &lt;/em&gt;session that night, so had to cancel with the guys. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt; looked so dejected when he found out that the makan session was canceled...&lt;em&gt;Sorry &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;! My bad! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the stars must all be alligned, coz we're going to makan steamboat buffet tonight!!! &lt;em&gt;*drool* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SingingMan &lt;/span&gt;won't be with us coz he's back in his hometown, but I managed to rope in &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Hmm, must try to psych him into going to Malacca with us also!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~lalalaa~ Steamboat buffet! Steamboat buffet! Can't wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-2112216048072419022?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2112216048072419022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=2112216048072419022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2112216048072419022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/2112216048072419022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/steamboat-buffet.html' title='Steamboat buffet!!!'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5574409813856978707</id><published>2008-07-02T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:00:19.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pick me up...(update 2)</title><content type='html'>'Pick-me-up' guy messaged me again...Now he's asking why I haven't replied him, and to please talk to him....damn, shouldn't have given him my email address. &lt;em&gt;ARGH!!! &lt;/em&gt;Contemplating if I should reply him now, feel kinda bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5574409813856978707?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5574409813856978707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5574409813856978707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5574409813856978707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5574409813856978707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/pick-me-upupdate-2.html' title='Pick me up...(update 2)'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1430702326602018280</id><published>2008-07-01T19:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:12:13.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOTH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaiKai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Holiday mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ahhh....&lt;/em&gt;assignments submitted, exams over...I feel so free right now! (don't remind me bout FYP! It's nonexistent for the time being...) Went to &lt;em&gt;sing k&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Grace-y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JuYau&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hoe-pet&lt;/span&gt; the day after my last paper...my voice is so out of shape adi!!!! &lt;em&gt;Hey, voice also must exercise ok...!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Grace-y&lt;/span&gt; had to leave at 6pm so it was just me with the guys till late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early Sunday morning to go to Genting and &lt;em&gt;gila gila &lt;/em&gt;there with other crazy people for a night. Was kinda tired though, coz I only slept for like 2 hours on Saturday night. Went to theme park, but it was kinda boring adi, the thrills lasted for such a short while... :( Hung out at Starbucks while waiting for our turn to check in to the hotel (our turn was like, 400 numbers away!!!) OOoooo, got tired of waiting so some of us went to the casino...my first time!!! Had a drinking session in the room that night. There seemed to be some conspiracy to try to get me drunk...hmm...couldn't drink much that night, was probably too tired...so I bowed out and went to bed before the bottle was empty... O.o &lt;em&gt;This seems to be a day of firsts...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really tired on Monday. Couldn't seem to keep myself awake. Was sleeping wherever I could; at breakfast, back at the hotel room, in the car on the way down from Genting, even at &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt;'s place while watching tv :s But managed to find the strength to go out &lt;em&gt;yum cha &lt;/em&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; that night though, came home around 1-something am only...&lt;em&gt;LOL...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;em&gt;aahhh....&lt;/em&gt;finally a day where I'm free to do my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, went on a date &lt;3 color="#ff0000"&gt;SorryWrongNumber&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Erica &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;'s friend). Angelina Jolie is SOOooo HAWT!!! I'll say it again, I wouldn't mind &lt;em&gt;doing &lt;/em&gt;her....wouldn't mind doing&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;her other half either....heck, wouldn't mind doing them both at the same time! After satisfying my fantasies in the cinema, we went to Sunway Pyramid to &lt;em&gt;jalan jalan...(&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;'s idea, he must have been really bored those past few days)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, laundry day again. &lt;em&gt;Yippie!!! (hey, I haven't had much time to do laundry since exams started ok....!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, again, laundry day...&lt;em&gt;(chill...it's almost all done already)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went to the Puppy.com doggie event at 1Utama park with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt;. It was drizzling that day though, we got kinda soaked. Doggies looked like wet balls of moving fur. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Blue-y&lt;/span&gt; looked even more like a wet piece of moving rug....&lt;em&gt;ahaks. &lt;/em&gt;Managed to pop into 1U to do some shopping. Bought a concealer to cover up my dark eye circles courtesy of APIIT &lt;em&gt;(dark eye circles, not concealer...-_-''). &lt;/em&gt;Went home and wanted to do my last load of laundry, but &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt; commandeered the washing machine for her laundry...&lt;em&gt;Oh, well....&lt;/em&gt;OOooo...have a bruise on my butt after I fell on it in the park. Was holding on to &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;'s cocker spaniel &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Brandy&lt;/span&gt;, and she saw something that interested her, gave a mighty tug, and the next thing u know, I'm on my butt on the wet grass. The chair I was sitting on was kinda on a slope though and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Brandy &lt;/span&gt;caught me by surprise, so maybe that's why I fell so easily...Was screaming like a little girl when I realised what was about to happen (was at it for quite some time) but no one came to my rescue :( Heard &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt; laughing there some more *sniff* &lt;em&gt;Ouch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, was supposed to go down to Klang today, but &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt; skipped work and wanted to go to 1U. Me starting to get itchy also, so I decided to postpone Klang and tag along with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt;. Walked into Padini Concept Store and bought 2 pairs of shoes within 10 minutes (they were 50% off!!! Original price &gt;RM60, couldn't resist!). Went to F.O.S. and bought 2 '&lt;em&gt;Old Navy'&lt;/em&gt; long sleeve tops for RM29, 2 cute racer-back tees for RM16 and 2 pairs of these &lt;em&gt;oh-so-cute&lt;/em&gt; shorts for RM26. Since I was already on a shopping spree, decided to do further damage and buy some face powder also... -_-'' Dunno if I should be happy or sad on that day. Happy coz I bought so many new stuff, or sad coz I spent so much getting those said stuff...&lt;em&gt;Hmm....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, in Klang now, just as I had promised &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mumi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(she was making a lot of noise bout why I was on holiday for so long already but now only coming home....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, &lt;em&gt;hhhmmm, Wednesday, Wednesday....&lt;/em&gt;hopefully someone will ask me out tomorrow, but not that optimistic though...&lt;em&gt;haih...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1430702326602018280?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1430702326602018280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1430702326602018280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1430702326602018280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1430702326602018280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/07/holiday-mode.html' title='Holiday mode'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1225423735114214863</id><published>2008-06-19T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:55:05.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WhatWasIThinking'/><title type='text'>Me = Stupid</title><content type='html'>Me. Feel. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Coz....Me. Feel. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have not thought about THAT before???!!! ARGH!!! &lt;em&gt;Watever la...berani buat, berani tanggung....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again....Me. Feel. Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1225423735114214863?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1225423735114214863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1225423735114214863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1225423735114214863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1225423735114214863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-stupid.html' title='Me = Stupid'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6684855771738798599</id><published>2008-06-19T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:19:09.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project &apos;Fuhgedaboudit&apos;'/><title type='text'>Project Fuhgedaboudit: Progress Update 4</title><content type='html'>Yet another external variable has been introduced! Observation have been made even though it was not part of the project, &lt;em&gt;erm,&lt;/em&gt; objectives...and...err......so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!! Don't even feel like continuing with the project anymore!!! Total and utter CHAOS!!!Someone please just kill me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6684855771738798599?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6684855771738798599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6684855771738798599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6684855771738798599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6684855771738798599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-fuhgedaboudit-progress-update-4.html' title='Project Fuhgedaboudit: Progress Update 4'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5485632577089924483</id><published>2008-06-18T09:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:47:35.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Transportation'/><title type='text'>Petrol Hike = Tempers Hike</title><content type='html'>After the petrol price hike, whenever I take a bus to college, I've noticed that there are more people on the bus compared to before, no matter what time of the day it is...Guess more and more people are feeling the pinch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus home last night. First time since the petrol price increase coz &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SorryWrongNumber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has been sending me home all this while. Couldn't send me back this time coz his brother was following him home. And can I say, &lt;em&gt;OMFG!!! &lt;/em&gt;I am never ever ever ever ever gonna take a bus home after 5pm anymore &lt;em&gt;(unless I asolutely have to...)&lt;/em&gt;!!! The bus back to Puchong was so freakishly packed! Luckily me have veli good system...take the bus to KL Sentral, then wait for the bus that goes back to Puchong. It takes longer because the bus actually goes to Pasar Seni first before turning back towards Puchong, but at least I get to sit down for the whole journey, and don't have to push and shove with all those other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there are these people from the RapidKL who are stationed at Brickfields, presumably for crowd control. Last night, they kept on trying to literally push people onto the bus, even though it was packed until there was no place to move already. People standing beside me were practically landing on my lap. &lt;em&gt;Ish...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempers were also running high that day. At Pasar Seni the bus driver was yelling at these 2 Indian girls for lying to him and saying that they wanted to go to Pasar Seni when they actually wanted to go back to Puchong. I guess the girls told him that so that they could get on the bus. Ok, so maybe the girls shouldn't have lied. But then again they knew if they didn't, they wouldn't have been able to get on the bus....What's so wrong in getting on the bus whenever and whereever you want? As long as the person has a ticket there shouldn't be any problem right? Why must make the person wait for the return bus??? Especially when there are no proper places to sit and wait also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at Pasar Seni, people were pushing and shoving just to get onto the bus. Total and utter chaos until one Indian uncle was so pissed off and started cursing and swearing at whoever had pushed him. They were sitting somewhere behind me some more, so freaked out that the verbal fighting will escalate to physical fighting, and I will &lt;em&gt;kena &lt;/em&gt;as well :s &lt;em&gt;(Luckily it didn't get to that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this lady who went up to this man and his kid who were sitting down. She asked the father "Dia ada bayar tak?", pointing to the kid. The kid looked to be around 7 or 8 years old. I think she wanted to tell the kid to give her his seat coz he didn't pay. The poor father also like stoned there, don't know what is happening. MeanLady repeated the question a few times, each time getting more and more menacing, until another lady told MeanLady that kids under a certain age don't have to pay to ride. MeanLady looked so offended and disgruntledly walk to another part of the bus. What is it with these kind of people? So what if the kid didn't pay to ride the bus??? He didn't have to! He had as much right to sit there as MeanLady. I mean, if it was some bags or stuff on the seat then I would be pissed also la...but come on! It's another human being sitting there la! Just because you are older than the boy and paid for your ticket you &lt;em&gt;tai sai &lt;/em&gt;ar??!! &lt;em&gt;Babi betul...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haih....&lt;/em&gt;I seem to have a rant everytime I take public transportation. This cannot be good for my blood pressure man....Can probably get so worked up and suffer from a heart attack one day...... -_-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5485632577089924483?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5485632577089924483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5485632577089924483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5485632577089924483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5485632577089924483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol-hike-tempers-hike.html' title='Petrol Hike = Tempers Hike'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3455000735078753464</id><published>2008-06-17T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:19:37.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project &apos;Fuhgedaboudit&apos;'/><title type='text'>Project 'Fuhgedaboudit': Progress Update 3</title><content type='html'>Rejection phase seems to be becoming more and more of a success as time passes. Maybe it is because catalyst is just being static there. There have been no evolution to the whole reaction process. Catalyst is also disproving a previous hypothesis, which was formed on subject requirements, and this disprovement seems to be the contributing factor to the success of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has also been the addition of an external variable which was not anticipated on the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot thickens....*~&lt;em&gt;jeng jeng jeng~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3455000735078753464?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3455000735078753464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3455000735078753464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3455000735078753464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3455000735078753464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-fuhgedaboudit-progress-update-3.html' title='Project &apos;Fuhgedaboudit&apos;: Progress Update 3'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5248223040086662586</id><published>2008-06-15T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:09:02.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pick me up...(update)</title><content type='html'>He emailed me yesterday....it managed to get pass my junk guard... -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an excerpt of what he sent me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....................&lt;br /&gt;i miss ur pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetie do u remmber me.&lt;br /&gt;am Destiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haih....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5248223040086662586?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5248223040086662586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5248223040086662586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5248223040086662586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5248223040086662586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/06/pick-me-upupdate.html' title='Pick me up...(update)'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-3257892315980411192</id><published>2008-06-12T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:13:34.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Transportation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Pick me up...</title><content type='html'>Seriously, not asking people to pick me up, but just something that happened to me on the bus...again....by a black dude....again....So here I was, happily sitting on the bus. Three stops away from where I got on, this dude got on the bus. The bus was pretty empty at the time, and he walked past where I was sitting to the back of the the bus, presumably to get a place to sit there. A few minutes later, the next thing I knew, he came back and sat beside me. I looked over and saw that he was a black guy. &lt;em&gt;Oh, crap&lt;/em&gt;. Starting to suspect something already. And true enough, he started chatting me up&lt;em&gt;. Why is it always that a black dude is always trying to pick me up from somewhere&lt;/em&gt;..??? So he started asking where I was going, what I was studying, what was my name, saying how beautiful my name was, if I had a boyfriend, a husband, and all those kinda stuff...&lt;em&gt;Sigh, and here I was hoping to be able to catch some sleep before I reach my stop. &lt;/em&gt;I just politely replied his questions with short answers. I didn't even ask his name when he asked mine for goodness sake!!! I was just hoping he'd get the hint and leave me alone....I was seriously not in the mood to be picked up. Then he said that when he was running to catch the bus, he saw me in the window and something happened to his heart or something like that. O.o So I was like, &lt;em&gt;Oh, ok...*whatever*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistent fellow though. Kept asking for my number even though I politely refused him a few times. Even said that he admired me for not lying and giving him my number but not picking up when he called. Then a few tries later he wanted to give me his number &lt;em&gt;pulak.&lt;/em&gt; Like WTF....So I said no thank you la...Then he started saying like how much he admires me for not giving him false hope by taking his number pretending I'd call. Then I just continued looking out the window. &lt;em&gt;Mana tau, &lt;/em&gt;that fella then asked me for my email address. &lt;em&gt;OMG, if I give it to you will you just leave me alone??!!! &lt;/em&gt;So I just gave him my address, the one where all my spam goes...&lt;em&gt;wakakaka!!! Me so evil! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my stop arrived. I practically &lt;em&gt;cabuted&lt;/em&gt; from the bus! &lt;em&gt;ARGH!!! Freedom!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-3257892315980411192?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3257892315980411192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=3257892315980411192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3257892315980411192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/3257892315980411192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/06/pick-me-up.html' title='Pick me up...'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8015079208911885526</id><published>2008-06-11T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:45:15.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project &apos;Fuhgedaboudit&apos;'/><title type='text'>Project 'Fuhgedaboudit': Progress Update 2</title><content type='html'>A lot of interesting things has been happening on the project. Subject has finally initiated deeper contact with catalyst. However the results of that contact has its own confusing parts. Certain hypothesis has been disproved, but then again other hypothesis has been uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even though this development has occured, subject is finally beginning to exhibit signs of rejection. Maybe the recent contact has resulted in a wrong chemical reaction that wasn't anticipated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously thinking if the project should be abandoned, when the goals of the project is finally getting on track....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8015079208911885526?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8015079208911885526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8015079208911885526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8015079208911885526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8015079208911885526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-fuhgedaboudit-progress-update-2.html' title='Project &apos;Fuhgedaboudit&apos;: Progress Update 2'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/SILrDZ3IJkI/AAAAAAAAAII/umjjhmZ-le0/S220/IMG_7239steph.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
