<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685</id><updated>2009-12-13T21:03:11.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Gonna Say Somethin.....</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?orderby=updated'/><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=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7288143134064345388' title='0 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-114803409237797978</id><published>2006-05-19T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:16:23.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem solving</title><content type='html'>I finally found out what was wrong with my blog! A few weeks ago I decided to check on my blog, but when I went to the site, the only thing that was showing was the end part of my Chatterbox. So I thought that maybe it was just the computer settings or the java script that was not allowing me to view the whole page. Ok, fine...being the lazy person that I am I didn't bother checking on another PC, I thought it was just this one PC that was being problematic. But then today when a trainee* found my blog, he also said that he couldn't view anything..So I &lt;em&gt;hairan-lah&lt;/em&gt;. I went to check it out again on another PC and I couldn't view it there too. So I went back to my html codes and as I was scrolling down, I was like "&lt;em&gt;How the hell did my codes become so short??!!&lt;/em&gt;"...... Turns out, when I last updated my blog with my Chatterbox code, something went wrong when I was saving the settings, so most of my codes were deleted, leaving only parts of the Chatterbox code. THAT'S why nobody could view de whole page.......But rest assured, it's all fixed now (&lt;em&gt;well it HAS to be, since you are reading this now...) &lt;/em&gt;See...my problem solving skills so &lt;em&gt;keng&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thank you Ihsan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-114803409237797978?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/114803409237797978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=114803409237797978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/114803409237797978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/114803409237797978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2006/05/problem-solving.html' title='Problem solving'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-113288419100295954</id><published>2005-11-17T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:15:22.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WhatWasIThinking'/><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>Recently, I ACCIDENTLY found myself in one of my friend's Friendster inbox. And I ACCIDENTLY read one of his mails....it was kinda sensitive in nature. I was feeling so guilty while reading that mail, but I just couldn't stop myself (&lt;em&gt;I have no willpower).&lt;/em&gt; After reading it, I was so wracked with guilt. Couldn't sleep for many nights. In the end, I decided to fess up. Over the next few days, I was creating scenarios in my head of the best ways to confess...and all of my scenarios ended badly. So by now I was a little freaked out about telling him. Needless to say, I chickened out. &lt;em&gt;No need to tell him lah....what he doesn't know won't kill him, right....??? &lt;/em&gt;That settled it....*&lt;em&gt;guilty, guilty*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was walking to class today, I saw him sitting on the bench. I thought to myself, &lt;em&gt;He's alone now, if you wanna tell him you better do it now.....it's now or never....*conscience giving me a nudge* &lt;/em&gt;So I went and sat down beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Let's say right, if your friend ACCIDENTLY stumbled into your email account, and read a very sensitive mail.....that person knows that it's wrong and feels very guilty while reading it, but just couldn't stop reading....would you forgive that person if you found out about it? Or would you be so angry that the friendship would be ruined forever?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Err...if other people, then I guess they would be angry lah....but if it was me, just angry for a while then forget about it loh....So whose mail did you read?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*innocent face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "Did I say that the person was me? Someone else could have read MY mail...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Oh....So whose mail did you read?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit!! Quick! Evasive measures!&lt;/em&gt; "I'm not talking bout me! It's just a rhetorical question!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Ah....So whose mail did you read?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh, might as well tell him..&lt;/em&gt;..."Ok, it's your's..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Uh-huh........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"No, really....I read ur mail...You know there was once you didn't log out of your Friendster....I sort of found myself in your inbox............"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*silence* *me freaking out now*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"----, are you very angry.....???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Which mail did you read?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You know the one where --------------------- (*&lt;em&gt;censored&lt;/em&gt;*)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Oh that one..." &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;suddenly smiles&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; "So now you know, just don't tell anyone else lah...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You really not angry ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"No lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You sure a not? You don't bluff me ah....I scared until my legs like jelly already...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Not angry lah....don't worry" &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;still smiling, thank god!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "I'm going to class now. Bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got up and left. But I still had to sit down because my legs were like jelly, and i didn't think that they would support me if i had stood up then. Was so scared that I felt like crapping in my pants...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-113288419100295954?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113288419100295954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=113288419100295954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/113288419100295954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/113288419100295954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2005/11/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-113437582528452626</id><published>2005-11-28T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:13:01.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Letting go.</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember it clearly, I think even down to the very first moment I started falling for you. At first, I wasn't even interested in you that way. But then we started hanging out together a lot, and I don't know how, but you just quietly wormed your way into my heart. I loved your smile, I loved your dry wit, I even loved your 'perasan'-ness. As time passed, we grew closer and feelings grew stronger. But then you said and did some things that were very hurtful to me. Maybe you don't feel as deeply as I feel for you. Maybe I cared for you more than you cared for me. That's why you had no qualms about hurting me like you did. I was really hurt and angry at being scorned like that. I even hated you then for making me feel that way. Because of that, I used to call you names whenever I talked about you to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, seing what I saw tonight, finally made me realise that I'm not angry anymore. I don't even hate you at all (maybe I never really hated you in the first place). Maybe we were not meant for each other. Maybe there is someone else out there for us, but we haven't found them yet. Maybe I just imagined a lot of things that weren't really there. I don't know. Life is full of 'maybe'-s and 'could be'-s. Fate brought us together, but perhaps not for the purpose that I had hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing now is letting go and moving on with my life. I guess my heart will mend in time, and soon all that will be left is just a scar. With this letter, I hope that somehow, someday, I wil find it easier to let you go. But know this, you will always hold a place in my heart...even though it's not the no. 1 spot anymore........Thank you for all the memories, the good and the bad. I will always cherish them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wistfully yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-113437582528452626?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/113437582528452626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=113437582528452626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/113437582528452626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/113437582528452626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2005/11/letting-go.html' title='Letting go.'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5634713168546984302</id><published>2007-03-13T08:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:11:28.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I have been asked before why I hang out more with boys. I guess it's because guys are not as sensitive and &lt;em&gt;'siu hei'&lt;/em&gt; as girls. I'm more comfortable around them because I don't always have to REALLY watch what I say around them. They won't get easily offended when people tease them. Some girls tend to nitpick and look for hidden meanings inside a joke, even though there are none. Hey, I tease people, and I don't mind if people tease me back...no harm done....&lt;em&gt;Haha, ok, very funny&lt;/em&gt;.....If I really am offended, I'll tell them to their face that I don't like it. Unlike a FRIEND of mine, X...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it was just a little harmless teasing and it wasn't meant to be mean or anything. But maybe X is a little over-sensitive and for some reason, she felt that I was dissing her...&lt;em&gt;Seriously, I wasn't...!!!&lt;/em&gt; And the thing is, if she was offended, she didn't say anything to me....Instead, she pretended that everything was fine and then proceeded to diss ME in her blog the next day. She didn't put my name but she knows that I read her blog....&lt;em&gt;Like, what's up with that???!!!&lt;/em&gt; Well, now I'm returning the favour...though, I'm not really dissing her like how she dissed me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, lesson learnt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Watch what you say around girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Think it through before you tease girls. In fact, maybe I shouldn't even think about doing it, in case anyone of them has got &lt;em&gt;'siu che pei hei'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Don't assume that you know your friends. They might surprise you one day with the things they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5634713168546984302?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5634713168546984302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5634713168546984302' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5634713168546984302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5634713168546984302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/03/sensitivity.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-593486479438559345</id><published>2007-05-17T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:10:26.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Big Huge Rant #1</title><content type='html'>I was unceremoniously fired from my post as Head of Administration of my Technical Assistant Team in my college!!! And I had to find that out from &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bari&lt;/span&gt;...not my boss, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CHC&lt;/span&gt; himself, but &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bari&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bari&lt;/span&gt; was just letting me know that I was no longer holding my post (he doesn't have the authority to fire me anyway). &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CHC&lt;/span&gt; couldn't even have the decency to tell me know in person. I had to find out from a third party. &lt;em&gt;Show some respect lah!&lt;/em&gt; In an organisation, if you release someone from their post also you'll let them know face to face right? Or at least send them some notification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, last week, I was reading through the minutes of the Technical Assistant's General Meeting (I wasn't present that day), and it said that 2 other people had volunteered for the post of Admin Head and Assistant. Okay, fine...I decided that I was just going to &lt;em&gt;buat tak tau&lt;/em&gt; because the proper procedure for electing a new Board Member was to call a Board Member's meeting and discuss potential candidates first, then only decide. But this was not done, so I decided to just keep quiet about it and see if anyone approches me to inform me about any new changes. No one did. Then today &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bari&lt;/span&gt; came and told me that the 2 people who volunteered are to become the new Admin Head and Assistant. &lt;em&gt;Like, WTF???!!!&lt;/em&gt; Then he said that &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CHC &lt;/span&gt;was not happy with the performance of all the existing Board Members, so they are all let go of their posts. &lt;em&gt;What the friggin' hell...??!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Not happy with my performance??!!&lt;/em&gt; Eh, hello! I just joined the Admin Department early this year (and that was as an Assistant), and I was only promoted to Admin Head 2 or 3 months ago!!! So how the hell can you say that you are not satisfied with my performance???!!! I haven't even really had a chance to really prove myself in the Admin Dept yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bari&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CHC&lt;/span&gt; was really upset about the condition of the team now, especially after the new batch of trainees. Apparently, the team is not performing up to expectations. Well, if he was so upset about it, why did he let all of the trainees into the team in the first place? Fix the existing problems first before you go recruiting new people la...you know some of the seniors' knowledge about running the lab is not that good, so what do you expect them to teach the new trainess? Surely all the information passed on will also be incorrect right? So how would you expect this new batch of trainees to excel? And the thing is, why is all this reshuffling happening now only? After the return of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;KimmyS&lt;/span&gt; (big boss) to the T&amp;amp;I department? Previously, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CHC &lt;/span&gt;was really laid back about the running of the lab...but after the big boss came back, apparently &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CHC&lt;/span&gt; was under pressure about the team, then he started taking it out on us and saying that he is very unhappy about the condition and wanna change the way we work and blablabla.....Like, why didn't you do this sooner? Why wait so long until the condition is so bad and you're receiving flak from the upper levels then only you wanna do something about it? Now it's just creating a lot of discontent among the TAs (me anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so pissed that I was just removed from my post without so much as a by-your-leave. As if I don't deserve some measure of respect. When I first came to my post I did everything that &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;CHC&lt;/span&gt; asked me to do. He said that we're going to be audited by ISO and we need to standardize our forms...ok, I went and got all of it done. Now all the new forms are up and in use. He also asked me to help think of a solution for the problem of missing cash...ok, solution found and implemented. So what the hell do you mean that I haven't been performing my duties? And the thing is, I'm the only person doing all the Admin work. Do you know how much paperwork that entails?! &lt;em&gt;Who do you think I am? Superwoman?&lt;/em&gt; Not only am I not shown some appreciation, I am not even accorded some common courtesy. And it's not like I'm being paid any extra wage for being the Admin Head. I get what any other normal TA does, but I have more workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after being unceremoniously fired like that, I'm still expected to go back and train the new Admin Head and Assistant on the administration procedures. &lt;em&gt;HAH!!! Fat chance!&lt;/em&gt; After the way I was treated, do they REALLY think that I would be willing to waste my time training the new Board Members?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-593486479438559345?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/593486479438559345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=593486479438559345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/593486479438559345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/593486479438559345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-huge-rant-1.html' title='Big Huge Rant #1'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-5726992561677228288</id><published>2007-05-31T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:06:59.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Private posting = cannot</title><content type='html'>Sigh...I just found out that Blogger doesn't provide password protecting for posts. I can only make my WHOLE blog private, but not 1 particular post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I whenever I have something private to blog about, I have to go to my other private blog...so &lt;em&gt;'ma fan'.&lt;/em&gt; ARGH! Why can't Blogger just provide the stupid damn bloody setting??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-5726992561677228288?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5726992561677228288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=5726992561677228288' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5726992561677228288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/5726992561677228288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/05/private-posting-cannot.html' title='Private posting = cannot'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-6846862823330606413</id><published>2007-06-04T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:06:07.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Blablabla #5</title><content type='html'>I'm channelling a dead character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=135773"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which ''Heroes'' TV Character are YOU? [pics]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=135773"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz28/135773/135773_res8_Eden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eden McCain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Eden!!! You can make people do whatever it is that you desire. You are good at making people think the way you want them to. You make things happen. You are extremely smart and quick-witted and you are used to getting what you want. You know what's right and wrong but sometimes get sucked into things bigger than you. You know how people work and you enjoy manipulating them to get what you want. You have the power of PERSUASION. That power comes in handy when you're getting pulled over, attacked, or when you have a full sink of dirty dishes and don't want to do them. Unfortunately, you're dead now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=135773"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this at &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt;'s blog, and at the same time came across a spoiler for &lt;em&gt;Heroes &lt;/em&gt;(which by the way, I didn't want....&lt;em&gt;oi! I haven't watched that far yet lah...I know la you guys can download, but I'm watching on Astro la..&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-6846862823330606413?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6846862823330606413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=6846862823330606413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6846862823330606413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/6846862823330606413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/blablabla-5_04.html' title='Blablabla #5'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-419645670739072880</id><published>2007-06-21T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:05:51.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>Rant #2</title><content type='html'>1. Bloody freaking headache is having a bloody freaking rave in my head.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bf is an ass.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm so sleepy that I'm daydreaming that I'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt;'s bf is an ass.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stupid Taiwan show which has been keeping me up is so stupid, but I can't stop watching. I can't help myself!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt;'s bf is an ass.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have to go to college early morning tomorrow. Cannot sleep in...crap!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt;'s bf is an ass.&lt;br /&gt;9. Headache just graduated to a mini migraine. Getting its diploma now.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did I mention that &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt;'s bf is an ass??? Oh, I did...Well, he is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-419645670739072880?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/419645670739072880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=419645670739072880' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/419645670739072880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/419645670739072880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/rant-2.html' title='Rant #2'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-911294080628578035</id><published>2007-06-05T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:04:53.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>UVNation tics</title><content type='html'>UVNation is happening this Saturday at 1Utama rooftop (5th floor) carpark. Event starts at 6pm onwards and international DJs Benny Benassi and Scot Project will be there &lt;em&gt;(woo hoo!).&lt;/em&gt; I've got 2 free tics, but there's no one to accompany me (not yet anyway). So who wanna &lt;em&gt;teman&lt;/em&gt; me? I'm actually still waiting for a friend's reply, but till then who wanna be on standby??? But I got a few requirements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;must be outgoing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;must be able to have fun with new people whom you have just met&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;must be able to dance and not stand there like a stick throughout the whole rave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;preferably has a car, and preferably willing to pick me up and send me home &lt;em&gt;(eh, I'm giving you ticket worth RM53 ok...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you are interested, let me know...but if my friend wants to go, then sorry ya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-911294080628578035?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/911294080628578035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=911294080628578035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/911294080628578035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/911294080628578035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/uvnation-tics.html' title='UVNation tics'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7597694945618561662</id><published>2007-06-05T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:04:36.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyLupus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Bad, bad Malaysian attitude</title><content type='html'>I went to University Hospital to collect my medication today. I always dread a visit there, not because I'm afraid of doctors or needles or anything like that, but because of the traffic. UH's traffic system sucks, and today, it was worse than usual. At the main entrance, there will usually be 2 lanes, 1 for dropping off and picking up, and the other for normal traffic. For the life of me, I cannot figure out why some people refuse to go to the drop off lane when they want to let people down from the car. They'll stop right smack in the middle of the normal traffic lane...So damn bloody inconsiderate! And the people they let off are usually elderly people, and people who need crutches or a wheelchair, so they take damn freaking long to get out of the car, creating a massive jam that stretches all the way outside the hospital grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jam jam jam until finally, I clear that area. Then bloody hell, get stuck in another jam, this time caused by the cars going into the parking area! UH's traffic system sucks even more here. The place is SO &lt;em&gt;sempit&lt;/em&gt;, and most of the time it's only a 1 lane road. Then these stupid &lt;em&gt;kiasu &lt;/em&gt;people just have to go so damn freaking slow, trying to find a spot in the first few levels. It's like die die HAVE to find a spot at 1st or 2nd floor. &lt;em&gt;Eh, hello! Upstairs still got belambak of parking space la!&lt;/em&gt; And then some people, even when they know someone is waiting for their parking spot, they'll still take their own sweet time getting into the car and reversing out of the parking spot. &lt;em&gt;ARGH!!! $!#$&amp;amp;*!#$%#$@ &lt;/em&gt;Finally managed to get to the 4th floor and parked my car. So many parking spaces! Dunno why those idiots turning around in circles downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the main tower and wanted to get an elevator to the 2nd floor. And I came across another seriously fucked up Malaysian attitude. Some people simply don't have the courtesy to wait for others to alight from the elevator before getting in. They insist on pushing their way in even though the people inside are trying to get out. And this elevator I wanted to take wasn't one of the normal sized elevators you normally see. This elevator's opening was like less than the width of 2 people standing side by side, so you can imagine how sempit it was, and they still want to push their way in. &lt;em&gt;Sohai. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to the pharmacy place and lined up to get a number. Enter bad Malaysian attitude number I-Dunno-Wat. This elderly lady just came up to my line and wanted to cut queue. It was like the Hitz.FM's JJ and Rudy ad about cutting queue, &lt;em&gt;"put signal, act like dunno, act like dunno!"&lt;/em&gt; Hey, I don't mind letting elderly people go first, but at least have the decency to ask before cutting queue la...Can say &lt;em&gt;"Excuse me, Ah Girl, but PoPo very old already, legs very painful, cannot line up so long. Can I go first ah?".&lt;/em&gt; But no, this old lady just &lt;em&gt;buat tak tau&lt;/em&gt; and wanted to cut queue. &lt;em&gt;Celaka, who willing to let la like that?&lt;/em&gt; So I also &lt;em&gt;buat tak tau&lt;/em&gt; and inched closer to the front. Sooner or later she got the message that I wasn't gonna let her cut and she went to another line. &lt;em&gt;So exasperating!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go to the hospital sure my blood pressure sky-rockets wan...but what to do, have to go also. Haih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7597694945618561662?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7597694945618561662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7597694945618561662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7597694945618561662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7597694945618561662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-bad-malaysian-attitude.html' title='Bad, bad Malaysian attitude'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7010972894955768839</id><published>2007-06-05T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:03:51.050+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'>Weird maid</title><content type='html'>Today seriously not my day la. Class ended at 6 and I thought of going to &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BigSissy&lt;/span&gt;'s place to take a nap while waiting to pick &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt; up. Went there, rang the bell, waited, but no one opened the door. Rang the bell again, waited again, but still nothing. Repeat a few times then got fed up and decided to call &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BigSissy's &lt;/span&gt;handphone. &lt;em&gt;WTF&lt;/em&gt;, never pick up the phone &lt;em&gt;pulak&lt;/em&gt;. By then it had started to rain already. Tried the bell a few more times and in the end gave up and went back to the car. Then drove back to college. &lt;em&gt;Sohai&lt;/em&gt;, waste my time only. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BigSissy&lt;/span&gt; couldn't have brought the maid out rite? If she had, she would have told me. Aiya, that maid also got a bit of problem 1 la...The other day &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SissyDear&lt;/span&gt; came to pick me up, rang the bell a few times but the maid didn't open the door. I was upstairs and wondering why the maid still haven't opened the door. I thought maybe the maid busy or something, so I went out of the room to look. I saw the maid running towards the door, but when she heard the room door open she just froze there. She stood there doing nothing for a while. When I came downstairs, she turned to me and said "Oh, Kak &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Irina&lt;/span&gt; ke?". Like duh, go and check it out lah if you don't know who is at the door. For what stand there doing nothing while the bell rings? Haih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7010972894955768839?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7010972894955768839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7010972894955768839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7010972894955768839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7010972894955768839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/weird-maid.html' title='Weird maid'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-7236294412918912578</id><published>2007-06-08T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:02:23.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Blablabla #6</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so weird today. Came back from gym at nearly 2pm, then for some reason I started surfing while standing up...got chair but dun wanna sit, &lt;em&gt;sot&lt;/em&gt; adi la me. Stood there for like, nearly half an hour if you can believe it. Finally sat down, then&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; MaidYun&lt;/span&gt; came and gossiped with me for another half an hour. Then went back to surfing (sitting down). Now, it's 4-something pm, and I still haven't bathed yet. Feel so sticky now...having a discussion with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;CincauAaron &lt;/span&gt;bout tomorrow's &lt;em&gt;UVNation&lt;/em&gt; (by the way people, I'm giving de other ticket to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;). Then now &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt; is asking me to go to Maison...so tempted, haven't been there before, but I already made plans...oh,well...another day la &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;! Yay!!! I'm going to &lt;em&gt;UVNation&lt;/em&gt;!!! Ok, I seriously need a bath now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LCA &lt;/span&gt;didn't show up again today...sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-7236294412918912578?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7236294412918912578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=7236294412918912578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7236294412918912578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/7236294412918912578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/blablabla-6.html' title='Blablabla #6'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-8614481707979971860</id><published>2007-06-10T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:01:18.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>UVNation Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm gonna keep this post as short as possible coz it's freakin 3am in de mornin n I'm damn freakin tired. Just got back from UVNation n after-party-yum-cha-session, n now I'm blogging while removing my makeup so dat later I can just jump into bed n snore till &lt;s&gt;tmr&lt;/s&gt; today &lt;s&gt;morn&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;afternoon&lt;/s&gt; evening. Ok, here's wat happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 1U at around 4pm. Parked at B2 Rainforest. Ok cool, we're (was with &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;) in de rite zone coz I hav 2 collect my tickets at 4th floor Rainforest. Walked up like damn freakin &lt;em&gt;banyak&lt;/em&gt; escalators. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Y on earth didn't we take de elevator?!"&lt;/span&gt; Finally, reached 3rd floor, saw tables with "Ticketing Area" signs.&lt;em&gt; Eh? I tot I was supposed 2 go up 2 4th floor?&lt;/em&gt; Ok watever, went n asked de lady at de table for my tix, n she said come back in half an hour. &lt;em&gt;Babi, walked all de way up so fast 4 nothing.&lt;/em&gt; Then walked all de way 2 old wing to find Starbucks coz we din know if there was 1 in new wing. Ordered our drinks (my Banana JavaChip was damn bloody sweet) n sat there till like 5 sumthin. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EmilyBoo&lt;/span&gt; was still waiting 4 &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;StanTheMan&lt;/span&gt; 2 pick her up. So we went back up 2 collect my tix. &lt;em&gt;~ok this is seriously taking 2 long~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected tix, went window shopping, went back up at 6 sumthin, started lining up 2 get in. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EmilyBoo&lt;/span&gt; still not here yet. Poor girl, they're gonna b stuck in de huge massive jam outside 1U. Finally got in at 7 sumthin. Security asked 2 check my IC. &lt;em&gt;Wah, I look so young ah??? *blush* &lt;/em&gt;Went 2 main arena, not many ppl there yet. Me n &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt; needed 2 go pee pee again real bad n we didn't wanna use de portable loos, so we went back down 2 de shopping complex. did our business n went back into de dance arena. Finally &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EmilyBoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;StanTheMan&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; joined us. Babi, they wore white! Forgot bout de UV lights thingy....Jalan here, jalan there, n was just standing around like orang bodoh, coz who de hell parties when it's still light outside???!!! &lt;em&gt;~fuck it, dis is taking 2 long...I'll continue tmr or sumthin, gonna go snooze now~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-8614481707979971860?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8614481707979971860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=8614481707979971860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8614481707979971860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/8614481707979971860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/uvnation.html' title='UVNation Pt 1'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-9171364094680096915</id><published>2007-06-11T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:00:20.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>UVNation Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, continuation: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076193191707221330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/RnJC0CL3HVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3v_qooQMPxM/s320/IMG_6329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Quite empty when we got in...duh, still bright so de vampires not out yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things finally picked up n every1 started dancing. Dat time &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DJ Desire&lt;/span&gt; was on de decks. She played quite a good set, but I can't really dance 2 Tech-House n Techno 4 very long (I'm more of an R&amp;amp;B person), so we headed over to &lt;em&gt;Urban Room&lt;/em&gt;. But they weren't playing R&amp;amp;B yet, so we just sat at the side for a while. Hung around just enjoying de music, then we went 2 get drinks. N you know de damn bloody fucking thing???!!! We were supposed 2 get coupons n redeem those for drinks, but WTH, there was only like 1 girl there selling the coupons. Eh, hello....this is an event where an estimated 20k people are supposed 2 attend, n you only station 1 girl there to sell coupons???!!! *grumble grumble* *push push* Finally got de coupons for our drinks. Went 2 de bar n I heard some people saying that there was no more beer. Like, WTF??!! It was only 10 or 11 sumthin n you guys ran out of beer??!!! Then de girl behind de counter said that de beer is on de way, but it won't be cold. &lt;em&gt;Double WTF!!! Who likes 2 drink warm beer???!!!&lt;/em&gt; Talk about poor planning...couldn't de organisers anticipate the crowd size n sufficiently prepare enough drinks??? Luckily, my vodka sprite was still available, thank god! Cool bartender gave me equal parts of vodka n sprite. Usually they only give 1/4 liquour n de rest mixer. &lt;em&gt;Luv you man!!! &lt;/em&gt;Drank up n was feeling REAL good. So I dragged de rest of de gang back on de dance floor. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Benny Benassi&lt;/span&gt; finally came on with lots of fireworks (like, real, exploding, colourful fireworks) but we could only hear it. And de damn malu thing was, right after he came on and all that fireworks display, technical error &lt;em&gt;pulak&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not sure whose fault it is la, but I don't think it was &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Benny'&lt;/span&gt;s. WAKAKAKA, you have an international DJ coming 2 Malaysia n your equipment crashes??? Oh, so damn memalukan.&lt;em&gt; Poor &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Benny&lt;/span&gt;....haha....&lt;/em&gt;they finally got it fixed, Benny played, every1 happy. Oh, n I sort of seriously, m not 2 say really absolutely positively have fond feelings for shufflers. One, they hog de whole dance floor. Two, they can practically dance all nite, ergo they hog de dance space de whole nite. Three, you can't flirt dance with a shuffler, so you can never pick up any cute shuffler guys. Four, they stomp, not step, STOMP on other people's feet. Bloody assholes....I have bruises all over my feet already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076220048137723266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/RnJbPSL3HYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Wl2BWOwf1y0/s320/DSC02345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076190898194685234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/RnJAuiL3HTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DFnWXLGOIGY/s320/IMG_6342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main arena when DJ Desire was spinning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076191516669975874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/RnJBSiL3HUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_E1C_j7bpyA/s320/IMG_6351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;This was at Urban "Room", I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076201644202859890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/RnJKgCL3HXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6RO9c3R6QU4/s320/DSC06650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Alex De Ghost!!! EEEEEKK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a couple of people dat nite. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;StanTM&lt;/span&gt;'s fren; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jasper&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;, his gf &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Junee Foo&lt;/span&gt; (who turned out 2 b &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;StanTM&lt;/span&gt;'s 'khai mui', small world), &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Syami&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Gigi&lt;/span&gt;, n &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt; (I think I saw &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; too); &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Point Blanc&lt;/span&gt;, dat &lt;em&gt;'Ipoh Mali'&lt;/em&gt; guy (I didn't even know who he was at 1st, until &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EmilyBoo&lt;/span&gt; mentioned dat song &lt;em&gt;*blush&lt;/em&gt;*. I took a pic with him!); &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076196069335309666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/RnJFbiL3HWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8Q7qFBQCj4U/s320/DSC06669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Point (mind u, it was taken rite b4 we left n I was all sweaty from all dat dancing)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;n OMFG, I saw &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ooi Yee Ker&lt;/span&gt; also!!! Haven't seen her since secondary school. Didn't talk 2 her though, she was working 4 de event n was very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally left about 1 sumthin, went 2 &lt;em&gt;Jasima &lt;/em&gt;at TTDI for &lt;em&gt;'yum cha'&lt;/em&gt;. Heard &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EmilyBoo &lt;/span&gt;ordering &lt;em&gt;Indomee Double&lt;/em&gt;. Haven't eaten dinner yet n haven't ordered a double before so I ordered dat too, thinking dat it was just cooked using 2 packets like I do at home (well, I use 1 1/2, but I can't say &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Boss, Indomee satu setengah"&lt;/span&gt; can I??? Then heard &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt; ordering Indomee with &lt;em&gt;'telur mata lembu'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Huh??? Telur mata LEMBU???!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Alex: "Mata KERBAU isit???"&lt;/span&gt;. Me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; n the fella taking our orders started laughing. &lt;em&gt;WAHAHAHA...dat was good!&lt;/em&gt; Then my &lt;em&gt;Indomee&lt;/em&gt; came...&lt;em&gt;Like, huh??? Wat on earth is this??&lt;/em&gt; It was just noodles fried with cabbage, some meat n egg, n it was like loaded with pepper. I thought &lt;em&gt;Indomee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;goreng&lt;/em&gt; is supposed 2 be &lt;em&gt;Indomee&lt;/em&gt; instant noodles with a fried egg on top???!!! &lt;em&gt;Yer...so not nice...&lt;/em&gt;I only ate like 1/4 of it n gave de rest to &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EmilyBoo&lt;/span&gt;. N it cost me RM7...&lt;em&gt;yer, such an unsatisfying dinner/supper. &lt;/em&gt;Went home, n started on &lt;em&gt;'UVNation Pt 1'&lt;/em&gt; post. THE END! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076189519510183202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/RnI_eSL3HSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/If7uuBtSdsE/s320/DSCN1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;My ticket stub n wrist tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I missed &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Benny Benassi&lt;/span&gt;'s hit track Satisfaction! Crap! I was waiting de whole nite for it summore... :(&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I heard dat they ran out of water at de rave at 1am....isn't dat kinda like, dangerous??? Oh, those poor clubbers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pics "filched" from&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Celine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;EmilyBoo &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;n &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;CincauAaron&lt;/span&gt;...Sigh, de 1st ever time dat I post pics on my blog, it had 2 be of clubbing....&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/18608685-9171364094680096915?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/9171364094680096915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=9171364094680096915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/9171364094680096915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/9171364094680096915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/uvnation-pt-2.html' title='UVNation Pt 2'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zecq5Zx3Lu8/RnJC0CL3HVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3v_qooQMPxM/s72-c/IMG_6329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18608685.post-1666567806669609601</id><published>2007-06-15T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:59:24.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>JJ visited my blog!!!</title><content type='html'>Opened my mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; has left a new comment on your post "Bad, bad Malaysian attitude" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;JiunJie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment = &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Hey thank you for listening to us and yes there are people who believe they are invisible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Huh? 'listening to us'??? Wat on earth u talking bout dude???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicked on the link at his name, n OMG, I was at &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;itz.fm's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; blog!!! &lt;em&gt;Wah, my small time blog also got celebrities visit!&lt;/em&gt; Haha...I think my blog must have turned up as a search result coz I mentioned &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Rudy&lt;/span&gt;'s name in my post. &lt;em&gt;Cool!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I listen to Brokeback/True Zeroes/Morning Crew &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Rudy&lt;/span&gt;! They're hilarious! Especially with their spoofs and parodies like &lt;em&gt;Don't Cha&lt;/em&gt; (from &lt;em&gt;Pussycat Dolls&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;em&gt;We're Not So Furious&lt;/em&gt; (from &lt;em&gt;Teriyaki Boyz'&lt;/em&gt;s &lt;em&gt;Tokyo Drift&lt;/em&gt;). Every morning on the way to college, I'll be tuning in to&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;itz.fm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and laughing to myself like a mad person in the car. Good though, at least other drivers would think twice before cutting a madwoman's queue....WAKAKAKA *cackle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18608685-1666567806669609601?l=cluelessdevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1666567806669609601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18608685&amp;postID=1666567806669609601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1666567806669609601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18608685/posts/default/1666567806669609601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cluelessdevil.blogspot.com/2007/06/jj-visited-my-blog.html' title='JJ visited my blog!!!'/><author><name>babedevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15845454538327046828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15338192337570308719'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>